Fight! Fight! Pillow fight!

[meridio]

[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—

Comments

[indelebilis]

[ She is going to push forward and onward no matter how long and how far he asks of her just to show him that she is capable of traveling and doing the same things as he and his men. That she can take care of herself, that she's got spine of steel. ]

As do I.

[ Sort of. Mostly. But when he stands she does too, and once again she's striding up to him with a purpose. Except she does not move to slap him again, no. She pushes herself up onto her toes to press a kiss against the same cheek she struck earlier. ]

I'm sorry I lashed out at you. Go, do what you must, we will talk later.

[meridio]

[ Aera really is soft. If Somnus were in her shoes, he would have made no conciliatory effort on his end. He watches her draw back with a lingering look before turning toward the door. ]

Yes. [ He approaches the door, unlocks it, and steps past the threshold. ] We will.

[ The gods have made their choice, and so has he. He has much and more to think about . . . But finally—finally—he'll be acknowledged. ]