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Fight! Fight! Pillow fight!
[For someone so fixated on the concept of fairness, Somnus was never known for observing formalities. The Oracle has retired after a trying day, a servant tells him, and must be allowed her rest. He brushes the night guard aside with the snap of his wrist, and it's a matter of seconds before he's striding across the chamber to where Aera slumbers. That she looks so peaceful where she lies doesn't deter him in the slightest.
His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]
Oracle—
His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]
Oracle—

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A little face time with those people may change their tunes, and that's exactly what she wants for Somnus. She doesn't know who will be chosen to reign as King, but if it ends up being Somnus she wants for him to be just as loved as Ardyn. ]
Perhaps, but you know how he is. He is far too busy, and that is fine. Besides, I would much rather request your presence for this particular trip.
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Will that calculation still hold once news reaches her tomorrow, he wonders.
Somnus makes to rise again. ]
Very well. Share the details with me another time. I must prepare for my men's departure.
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When tomorrow comes, she's going to have to do some damage control.
She looks up at him. ]
Somnus, I have one last request before you go.
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This may be the last time she looks at him like that. ]
What is it?
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...that doesn't matter right now. ]
Promise me you will be safe.
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With the powers bestowed unto our house by the gods, I shall return.
[ Then he goes. Several steps into his departure, his feet prod the pillows she'd thrown at him. Somnus crouches down, scoops the one up by the middle, and—after a split second of thought—flings it carelessly at Aera. ]
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[ And that he doesn't do anything too reckless. She sighs as he makes his way out... she's still not sure how she is to go back to sleep now, still just a little bit irked that he dared to awaken her like that.
And that's when the favor is returned: the noise she makes as the pillow smacks her right in the face is a mix of surprise and indignant. ]
——Somnus!
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The night is young, Oracle. You'll be needing those.
[ Now he leaves. ]
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[ WHAP. She's cut off when the second pillow hurtles directly into her face.
The last thing he will hear as he is leaving is a frustrated noise, and an extremely pouty tone: ]
That wasn't fair! Come back!
[ Except she deserved that and she knows it. Well... at least she didn't have to get up to go get her pillows. ]