#lett fyth

Featuring- My characters - Marisol Faria, C'Sunmyn Mhayei, and Lett Fyth

To start Shio week, Shio is, of course, going to enjoy her wife.

Standing atop the back of Shinryu, Shio stares ahead, her vision filled with the sphere of stone and destruction being formed before her eyes.

Closing her eyes, Shio sheathes her katana, taking a deep breath and adjusting her grip on the saya, biding her time, until-

The two halves of the planetoid fall to either side as the Kojin flourishes her blade, returning to her rest position, as she listens to the Endsinger exclaim in shock.

"Dynamis!"

Breathing heavily, feeling oddly spent, Shio waits for the next trick of the Kami of Despair, her grip on her sword steady and her eyes tired.

"No matter. You only delay the inevitable."

Lunging back into combat, the young samurai begins her kata once again, attempting to subdue to wayward familiar, sweat pouring down her scaled face.

"This is fate!"

With dread in her gaze, she watches time reverse, the destroyed sphere reconstructing itself. Limbs shaking, she tries to muster the energy to deflect it a second time.

"Your time has come. It always does."

Taking a deep breath again, swinging her sword, knowing even as she does that it is insufficient-

Shio Shinju, my granddaughter.

Blinking in shock at the sudden voice, Shio watches a limn of shimmering light cover her body, destroying the planetoid on contact.

Pearl of the Tides. Hope of the Ruby Sea.

Hearing Bunchin's voice in her mind, her eyes widen, feeling his presence behind her, voice strong and deep as she remembers from her years in Tamamizu.

Underneath his strong, strident voice, echoing through her mind, Shio hears more such voices. A steady chant of Kojin voices - including Kojin of the Red, to her surprise. The quieter - but closer - prayers of the Scions, each speaking their own hope into her mind.

And the quietest voice of all, fervent and heavily accented:

Give Shio the strength to succeed.

Featuring @the-littlest-kojin 's Thalassa and Shio Shinju.

Reappearing back on the Ragnarok, Lett wastes no time to run right back off the ship, screaming her fear and rage and longing at the nest high above Ultima Thule.

"Shio! Pearle! Why?!"

Rushing back into the ship, she frantically shouts "send me back!" at whatever loporitt she comes across. The sorrow on their little faces tells its own story, making her crumple even as she walks down the gangplank once again.

Weaving her way through the shades of Midgardsormr's family, the Viis finds a spot as close to the nest as she can. Collapsing to the ground helplessly, she stares up at the nest, tears coursing down her face, desperate for her Perle.

The soft noise beside her is ignored in favour of staring upwards, but the quiet voice makes her whip her head around. The hope that had bloomed quickly died when she spotted the woman beside her. So like her Perle, but the scales she so loved weren't there and the sparkle in her eyes was different, not to mention just how tall the woman was compared to Lett.

Her eyes drift back to the nest. "Who are you? You look like Shio, but you're definitely not."

"My apologies for not being her. I am Thalassa, once a Word of Mitron and Azem. Hades would say Shio is me, but lesser, broken. Sundered. He is wrong."

Lett flicks her eyes over to the larger woman for a moment, studying the features on her face. "How are you here? If you're sundered, then you're dead."

A soft laugh emits from Thalassa. "Think on it, I'm sure you know the answer. How are you feeling in this moment? Who or what do you need and want?"

A deep sigh. "Shio."

A pause. "Dynamis."

Thalassa nods, gazing up at the nest. "Just like everything else here, I was brought into being by desire and emotion. Specifically, your need to see Shio."

Slowly, the Amaurotine shade speaks, her words slow and measured. “You know, I can tell that Shio really does love you. More than she can say. She is so sparing with her tongue.”

Lett shifts her gaze fully to Thalassa, taking comfort in the words and the shape of the Amaurotine's face. "I know. And she is just as deeply loved."

"It's time for a rest, love. You've been out doing all sorts of things for weeks. You saved the world, you nearly died...they can leave you be for a while or face me."

Lett picked up the bag she'd packed and offered Shio her hand. The little Kojin smirked for a moment and then took it, gathering her aether and teleporting them both to the island, as requested.

"Now, where's the best private spot on this island with water?"

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A little while later, Lett has gathered her tiny wife in her arms, letting her just float in the little crystal pool high on the mountain. After a bit of shushing and singing lowly, the viis feels Shio's head drop to her shoulder and her small, strong body relax into the soothing rocking of the waves from the waterfall behind them. The scents and sounds of the isolated slice of paradise let Shio finally let go of the stress she'd been holding for a very long time.

She'd showered, freshly brushed and let her hair down the way she knows Shio likes.  She put new sheets on their bed and prepared Shio's pipe, carefully setting everything outside on a blanket in the yard.

As if on cue, she hears the telltale sound of her wife popping back into existence from the aether stream.  She meets her at the gate, a gauzy gown flowing over her shoulders, showing off her strong, supple body.

The surprised pleasure on her wife's face is all that it takes for Lett to kneel down and claim the smaller woman's lips gently with her own.  Her fingers dance over the clasps in her armour and carefully remove all but the bottom layer of clothing.

Taking Shio's hand, she leads her over to the picnic she had arranged, tucked within the fragrant grasses of their yard on the comfortable, starry evening.  Settling onto the blanket, she offers Shio her pipe, then pats the fabric beside her.

When Shio sits, blinking at the unexpected gentleness from the viis, Lett leans in, cupping her scaled cheek, and kisses her deeply.  With a sigh of contentment, Lett tucks Shio into her side, feeding her bits of the meal by hand, languidly stroking her fingers up and down her Perle's side.

As the clock chimes in the distance, fireworks go off, hazy behind the smoke from Shio's pipe.  Lett leans down, claiming Shio's lips once more, gently, luxuriously sinking into tasting the different flavours of her wife.

Pulling away every so slightly, the viis murmurs against the littlest kojin's lips. 

"Happy Heavensturn, my love."

Shio gasped, her eyes widening as she found herself lifted off the ground and her back impacting the carved wooden pillar.

"Welcome home..."

At Lett's low and sultry words, Shio began to grin sheepishly.

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Today's @auraugust prompt is "Home"!