( closed ) embrace like an avalanche

[villieldr]

WHO: Lakshmi & Magni
WHAT: working with an ex with awkward, sometimes
WHEN: mumbles vaguely
WHERE: smithy
NOTES:

( The hours in the smithy are long, working iron into steel and steel to blades. She is hammering at something when the door opens, presently alone in her work, beating hammer to metal with a steady rhythm. Her skin seems almost to glow in the light from the forge, and her skin runs with sweat from the heat of it. Such a heat might be oppressive to a good many, and that she could hardly fault them for.

The door opening hardly means inherently that someone needs her attention, and so she pays it little mind, stepping to the bellows to make the fire burn more fiercely, so that the blade she is presently working on can be re-heated once more, as she continues to progress with it. It was not that she lacked for work generally speaking, but with a battle lurching closer, many more blades and weapons needed making.

It's when she is collecting up the blade that she looks towards the door, and stops.

Ah. )

Comments

[shri]

Not even to deliver a report? Surely those are best done in person?

[ That Magni is here to look after her own people neither upsets nor surprises Lakshmi particularly. Rather she keeps her words even, pressing on. Anything, anything to change that look on her face. ]

Perhaps a festival, that it would not seem strange for you to go back for?

[villieldr]

( The words make sense; she can see the reason in them.

Still, her smile turns wry. )

Are you so keen to see me gone, Manikarnika?

[shri]

I would see you have the happiness you can have while it is there. We are at war and a long one.

[ Her hands lift, moving to brush her hair away from her face, smoothing behind her ears. Affection she has not earned, but that she cannot help but give. Over this, especially, over this. ]

You should take the opportunity when it comes.

[villieldr]

( Oh, but why could Lakshmi not have thought so scant weeks ago? Why was taking opportunities for happiness only a thing that can be done for others? Why did they have to wade through brambles before they reaches this moment?

Was this a sign their moment had passed? Was it an indication that it was a hope to hold onto, and that the decision she wants to make is truly the wise one? Was there a wise choice, a right one, in such a strange and convoluted circumstance?

She looks at Lakshmi, and her breath falls from her heavily with the small, tender gesture. Leaning forward, then, hand resting at Lakshmi's neck, she leans forward to kiss her again. Less brief than before, less for now, more please, something, now.

You should take the opportunity when it comes, after all. )

[shri]

[ Oh.

Her hands paused, framing either side of her face, laced by fingertips into her hair. Frozen like she... never was. Wasn't that something? Because yes she was often a filled woman, as much as things she was, as with things she had been, as much as things she would be. That many of those things, that worries, worries so deeply. Please, do not build your home in me, this body is filled with bones and burning thing.

But there is a clarity to how Magni kisses her. A silence, and it all goes. Like letting the blackwater fill her breath. All of time, that slipped away.

That when she reemerged from it, her hands were slipping further back into her hair, rolling their bodies closely. Her knees shifting to nudging in against her hips, her arms curving around her shoulder, that soft sound of their breath muffled against skin, their kissing in a wet part of lips, the rustle of fabric under them as they shifted. ]

[villieldr]

( It's a relief, though some part of her feels—

guilty. Regret, because there is reason in their discussion and their decisions, and she wanted to stand by them. It would be right to stand by them, but it feel right to draw Lakshmi closer and bite down on her lip. It feels right to encourage her onto her lap and it is a relief to be wanted in a moment where she feels so utterly ragged, as she tilts her head, invites (needs) Lakshmi to deepen the kiss, to push them forward. To want this as Magni does, really, to need it.

Her hands, rough and callused, are better versed in working iron into steel than in holding people close, but know the curve of Lakshmi's back and her hips. They are steady and certain despite her own unsteadiness, her own uncertainty, and they rest just where they might slip under shirt and find warmth and trail over bare skin. )

[shri]

[ Out of instinct, she tips her back, flat onto the bed. Leaning over her, crowding her in. Tipping herself in like a river into the deep lake. Cradled against the curve of her body. Blocking a warm shape between them. Rolling over her body as she kisses her to a staccato rhythm. Dragging against her, panting softly against her mouth. Squirming back into her hands, arching into the pressure of her fingertips. That slippery feeling that trickles and bubbles. The tip of her tongue on her lip, her fingers tangled in her hair.

Then... she pulls back. Chest rising and falling with her quick breathes. Her hands unwinding to plant either side of her head, pushing her weight onto her knees. ]

We... we should stop. [ We must. ] I shouldn't... demand things from you.

[ Because Magni had kissed her, and Lakshmi - pushed too much, always too much. Out of your eyes, Rani, always too much in your eyes. Gingerly, before Magni can object (and she can give in) she rolls away from her. Coming to set on the edge of the bed, pressing her face into her hands to rub over herself, the push her hands back through her hair. ]

[villieldr]

( Her nails were beginning a slow drag as far up Lakshmi's back as they could reach with the obstruction of fabric, a pleading, encouraging sound escaping her as Lakshmi's fingers tightened in her hair. And then—

Lakshmi is sensible, controlled. Draws back and moves away.

For what feels like a horribly long time, she stays lying there. Feels her face fall, schools it back to something less crestfallen. A lot of conflicting things - relief that Lakshmi was sensible, embarrassment at herself, the wave of logic and reason reminding her that was very selfish and very stupid. Where is your reason?

Her mouth closes, lips feeling dry, and she swallows painfully past a throat that feels hot and dry. )

I kissed you.

( Quietly, apologetically. Lakshmi demanded nothing. ) I'm sorry.

( Genuinely, and it rings out in her voice. Mortification accompanying it, but mostly just sincerity and sorrow. They had established a plan, and she'd cast it aside. )

[shri]

[ she chuckles, a brief respite, an excuse to let air into her lungs and to let her head clear from the after haze of warmth and touch.

It only sort of works. ]

Be sorry for a hundred things, Magni, but I don't think I could bare it if you were sorry for kissing me.

[ which is - saying too much. When she knows it's a torment. That Magni should make a sensible choice to leave her. To take only her satisfaction over their time together and go. ]

[villieldr]

( A little huff of breath, echoing Lakshmi's amusement, as she reaches to her without looking, hoping that Manu will take her hand. Her mouth quirks very slightly, not quite a smile - she couldn't begin to bring herself to, even deliberately. )

Sorry only if I hurt you.

( Because Lakshmi matters, is precious, essential. )

I'm not good at these... things.

[shri]

And I, you. [ It isn't even a hesitation, reaching back for her. The brush that as ever, she turns back, and rather it, limit it, because this might -

It isn't worth considering what it might and might not be. Only what is. She falls back, to join Magni lying on the bed. Not looking at her, but draping against her stomach. A comfort snatched up in a mild, that melt away of pretense and position and all else that becomes Rani, Lakshmi.

Settled, she curls Magni's arm around her waist to rest on her belly. ]

Then we are well matched.

[villieldr]

( Despite all this absurdity, this pain, a little smile flickers at the corner of her mouth, and she gently wiggles her fingers against Lakshmi's belly, a brief tickle, before laying her hand flat. )

I—

( A struggling sound, a huff of breath. )

You— deserve someone who is, ( She gestures to her throat and her mouth, before remembering Lakshmi isn't looking, ) an able speaker.

[shri]

Whatever gave you that impression?

[ Considerately, she doesn't elbow her back for that little mutter. ]

I talk enough for the both of us, or at least Commander Coupe would probably say so.

[villieldr]

( Magni's shoulders rise with the brief breath of laughter. )

She is Orlesian. They only like the sounds of their own voices.

( Coupe seems steady, capable, their conversation had been sensible and she did not appear to have an ego to match her station.

And yet.

But she was asked a question, and her mouth works awkwardly, silently, for long moments. ) I only know what I see. People like... quick jokes. Charming speeches.

[shri]

[ Lakshmi smiles despite herself, but without lifting her eyes, comfortable, content in the bitter cold of the Gallows at present, with the wonderful heat Magni put out. ]

I would rather a few words offered wisely than many words offered foolishly.

[villieldr]

( A quiet scoff. )

The majestic Hold Duck of Talonhold.

( So wise. )

[shri]

[ She groans, tempted to shove her off. ]

The Majestic nothing.

[villieldr]

( LE GASP

LE SCANDAL

she looks as though she may swoon from the shock of this )

[shri]

[ YEAH YOU HEARD HER.

Which is to say she finds that soft spot, right between hips and ribs, all flesh, and with unerring accuracy, digs her fingers in there.

That's what she thinks of that. ]