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romance, love, & things unspoken. @halfdeadsacrifice

"You'll really go with me?" Iago asks quietly, staring up at the dark canopy above their bed. They don't look at Vayu, despite being the one to ask him to stay. Until I fall asleep, they'd pleaded, knowing that they'd get no more rest that night than any other sleepless night since Puck left them. They've been terrified, heartbroken, driven mad, unbearably lonely- save for the lifeline of Vayu's company.

Despite it all, they still wait for their brother. It's far from the first time Vayu has suggested such an escape, but it's the first time their insistence upon a futile vigil has died on their tongue. If their brother was truly going to come back for them, he would have by now.

Out of the corner of her eye she spotted some bewildered stranger watching from the shore "Hay, be careful!" She yelled "This water'll kill ya if you fall in!"

rumor has it // @halfdeadsacrifice ;;

BAG   OF   BONES    ;    𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

          ╰┈➤    @accultant

▊  &&.    "You  have  two  rules  that  are  non-negotiable  for  the  day,"  they  begin,  propping  their  hands  on  their  hips  and  trying  to  look  very  serious  at  eye  level  since  they  made  her  sit  down  for  this. "One:  You  have  to  be  nice  to  Vayu.  You  two  can  get  back  to  your  catfights  as  soon  as  this  is  all  done  with,  but  today  he  is  a  groom  and  you  will  be  a  little  gentleman  about  it." That  should  be  difficult  enough,  but  they  fear  their  next  request  is  an  impossible  ask. "And  two:  You  are  not  allowed  to  hook  up  with  any  of  the  guests.  No  exceptions."

         SHE   KNOWS    what  the  first  rule  will  be  before  it  leaves  their  mouth.  Be  nice  to  Vayu.  Puck  has  been  preparing  herself  for  doing  just  that  since  the  day  she  learned  her  twin  intended  to  make  the  worst  mistake  of  their  life.

Puck  has  a  feeling  that  he  is  cursed  in  some  way  to  never  get  along  with  those  that  keep  Iago  company  -  no  matter  how  hard  he  tries,  &  their  husband-to-be  is  no  exception.  In  fact,  he  is  the  blueprint.  Puck  would  rather  get  a  third  lobotomy  than  have  Vayu  of  all  people  as  an  in-law.

Oh,  but  Puck  has  never  seen  Iago  so  happy.  So  radiant.  They  look  like  starlight  in  their  sari,  (  a  gift  from  Vayu's  sister,  if  Puck  recalls  correctly  ;  he's  sure  she's  lovely, too bad her brother sucks  )  &  it  would  be  cruel  to  try  to  dim  their  shine.

At  the  end  of  the  day,  Puck's  loyalty  lies  with  Iago.  It  is  not  bound  to  petty  grievances  that  she  may  have  against  .   .   .    certain  unpleasant  individuals.  If  marrying  Vayu  is  what  Iago  wants,  Puck  will  not  get  in  the  way  of  that.  She  is  not  who  she  once  was,  &  she  will  not  steal  Iago's  joy.

        Even  if  that  man  makes  her  blood  boil.

Puck  looks  his  twin  in  the  eye,  expression  sincere.  He  holds  his  palms  out,  both  as  a  gesture  of  good  will  &  to  clasp  with  Iago's  if  they  will  allow.   ❝   I  will  be  perfectly  civil,  I  promise.  I  doubt  I'll  even  notice  he's  there  when  my  vision  gets  too  blurry  from  crying.   ❞

As  if  on  cue,  her  eyes  start  to  mist,  soft  smile  turning  watery.   ❝   I  hope  you  know  that  I  wish  nothing  but  joy  for  you.  I  may  not  be  fond  of  him,  but  I  am  fond  of  you  -  &  I  am  proud  of  you.  Deeply.  If  he  is  who  you  love,  then  I  am  glad  that  you  have  him.   ❞

But,  of  course,  she  must  lean  in  conspiratorially  as  she  sniffles,  blinking  several  times  as  if  to  innocently  bat  her  lashes,  but  the  action  is  most  certainly  to  prevent  tears  from  messing  up  her  makeup  already.

        ❝   That  being  said,  I  am  still  your  brother,  therefore  obligated  to  tell  you  that  I  will  eat  him  if  he  breaks  your  heart.   ❞

Then  comes  the  second  non-negotiable  rule,  &  Puck  blanches.  His  mouth  hangs  open.  All  sincerity  is  thrown  out  the  window.   

        ❝   WHAT   !    That  is  not  fair  ;  that-  that  is  discrimination.  Misogyny.  Oh  my  GODS,  you  hate  fun,  you  hate  ME   !    You  take  that  back --    ❞

“Oh, Vayu,” he said. “My dear, beloved Vayu,” he pleaded.

He reached for Vayu’s hand, and for a moment, all of the horrors around them lost their power. For a moment, it was as if they were back in their small village home. The sun was shining through the window, a small bird perched on the tree before their house. It smelled of stew and lazy summer days, and it sounded like family, with Niraja playing in the garden.

“I forgive you,” he said, and he kissed Vayu’s hand. “I forgive you,” he repeated. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you.

Curumë’s voice cracked. He helped Vayu to his feet, and he blinked as tears spilled from his eyes.

“Will you follow me one last time?”

Curumë wiped at his face, but whatever he did, he did not let go of his beloved. Not this time. Not ever again.

@halfdeadsacrifice comming in! -> Vayu heard it was somebody in this hall's birthday today. Granted, there's so many people on Bracca, it's probably always somebody's birthday. But today, Vayu's on kitchen duty and the guy with a birthday in question is here, so why not give him something nice? Alongside one of numerous tiffins of rice and dubious curry, Vayu sends along a cheesecake bar and a "happy birthday" note. He was going to include a little note on how he found out it was the boy's birthday, but he can't actually remember. Prauf probably told him, or something.

Cal stares wide-eyed at the note that came with his rations for the day. It's nothing special, just a few words haphazardly scrawled on a piece of flimsi. But it's a touch of kindness, of something specifically for him by someone who cared enough to acknowledge his existence.

After two years of disappearing into the general miasma of misery on Bracca, buckling under the weight of a galaxy gone all wrong, that kind of gesture from someone besides Prauf... well, it's not entirely unheard of, but unusual enough that he doesn't quite know what to do with it. The corners of his eyes are stinging a little, and he reaches up to wipe at them with one hand, fighting a pathetic little sniffle.

"Eat up, Cal," Prauf says gently, tugging him out of his musings with a heavy hand on his shoulder. When Cal looks up, the abednedo is smiling at him, something warm plain his shiny black eyes. "Gotta get back to work in five minutes."

Not trusting his voice not to waver, Cal nods and turns back to his food. He chances one last glance at the note, then shoves it into his pocket and starts to eat.

(Predictably, the almost-curry is flavorless and chewy, but the cheesecake bar is a very nice surprise. Cal tries his best to savor it, even if it's a little too sweet for him these days.)

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