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BirdWings Hi! I finished something for Aspidiske/Hikari. Let me know if there's anything you'd like me to change, or if I got something wrong. ^^
Also, I'll get started Isolt's momentarily, though expect hers to be done around Friday or Saturday. Potentially earlier if I'm not too busy.
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There was no such thing as love at first sight.
Soulmates, the red thread of fate, whatever they wanted to call it, to Aspidiske it didn’t exist. He’d seen plenty of couples break apart after the honeymoon period, filled with hatred and bitterness, had seen plenty more fall for pretty looks or handsome attitudes only to be disillusioned by reality.
Besides, who had time for love when there was always more work to be done. Being a warrior didn’t mean he could take weekends off. Running the customs house didn’t mean he was only available from nine to five. He had to always be ready to assist or react to emergencies no matter the time of night.
Love had no place nor time in his life.
The day Hikari appeared, nothing was out of the ordinary. Aspidiske dealt with the usual morning rush, the afternoon lull, when suddenly she appeared, stumbling into town, fur blackened and whiskers singed.
Aspidiske took one look at her, raised a brow, and said, “Did you get caught in a forest fire?” Never mind the fact that he would’ve seen the smoke from miles away.
“Something like that,” she replied with a soft cough, either from embarrassment or smoke inhalation. Or both.
It certainly looked like she’d been caught in a fire. That, or some kind of magical mishap. But Aspidiske had never been the nosy sort, so he shrugged, eyeing her with concern as she swayed gently on her feet and looking on the cusp of collapse, and blurted out, “Do you need a place to stay?”
“That,” she rasped with what was mostly definitely smoke inhalation, “would be great.” And promptly collapsed at his feet.
It took a while to wheedle the whole story out of her, in bits and pieces in between breakfast and late night talks, in between walks to the riverside and sightseeing in town.
“It was a mistake,” she said over dinner after she’d recovered, her skin healed and fur clear of scorch marks. She waved a hand as she talked animatedly, the light casting her face in a soft golden glow, and the moon just visible outside the window. “I meant to go farther. Instead something happened and I ended up here.”
“I don’t plan to stay for long,” she said as they walked the streets, Aspidiske pointing out areas of interest and her looking suitably intrigued at the landmarks in town. She tilted her head back to view the buildings, eyes bright and curious, the soft curve of her smile, and hair shiny in the sunlight. “Just until I figure out where to go.”
“Something went wrong with the portal,” she confessed, sitting at the river’s edge and watching the water run past. Her tails swept idly behind her, swaying to and fro, gentle and calm like the trickle of rain. “It… did something. Drained me, used too much power. All I know is— Well…”
“I should go soon,” she said as they finished up the household chores for the night, moving in tandem to an unheard dance, and getting ready to settle into bed. “You’ve been very kind to me. I really appreciate it. I just…”
Aspidiske didn’t say anything as the days turned into weeks turned into months, and Hikari made no move to pack nor to even look for a new place to stay. Aspidiske didn’t say anything as her things slowly found their way into his things, her cup beside his nightstand, her brush beside his sink.
Aspidiske didn’t say anything when she stepped gingerly into his room one night, hesitating in the doorway before padding silently to his bed. A pause, a dip of his mattress, and she curled up beside him, mumbling some complaints of the cold chilly air.
There was no such thing as love at first sight, Aspidiske thought as Hikari lay beside him, her legs tucked beneath her and her head heavy against his shoulder. Her eyes were closed, breathing heavy with sleep and her chest slowly rising and falling with every inhale and exhale.
Second, third, hundredth sights could never equate to love. It was preposterous. Ludicrous.
Her ears twitched every now and then in her dreams, nose wrinkled in that cute little quirk of hers that he always teased her about. It was quiet save for the distant sounds of the town outside, his arms wrapped securely around her, and a warmth billowing in his chest that had nothing to do with the weather.
Soulmates, the red string of fate, whatever they wished to call it… maybe, just maybe, there was something to be said about it.