When a creep won’t stop staring, won’t take your hint, and finally puts his hands on you, Simon handles it the way only Ghost can: cold, calculated, and terrifyingly protective.
The first time Simon noticed him, he didn’t say a word.
You almost missed the shift entirely.
One second, the pub was warm and loud and crowded with the usual off-duty noise. Johnny was halfway through some ridiculous story. Gaz was laughing into his drink. Price looked like he was pretending not to listen while very obviously listening. You were tucked into the corner of the booth with Simon at your side, one of his heavy thighs pressed against yours under the table, his hand resting near his glass, calm as stone.
Then he changed.
Not dramatically.
Simon never did anything dramatically.
He just went still in a way that felt different.
His gaze lifted past the table, past Johnny’s gesturing hands, toward the bar. His expression didn’t alter much. It rarely did. But you’d spent enough time around him to know the difference between relaxed silence and sharpened attention.
This was sharpened.
You followed his line of sight and found a man leaning against the bar, staring.
Not glancing.
Staring.
The kind of look that dragged, that lingered too long, that felt less like interest and more like possession trying itself on for size.
You looked away first, unsettled, and leaned closer to Simon without really thinking about it.
His eyes dropped to you immediately.
“You alright?” he asked, low enough that the others couldn’t hear.
“Yeah.”
A beat.
“Man at the bar’s been looking over here,” you murmured.
Simon’s jaw shifted once. Tiny. Controlled.
“I know.”
That should’ve comforted you.
Oddly, it did.
Because there was nothing uncertain in Simon once he’d noticed something. He observed. Assessed. Stored it away.
The problem was that the man didn’t stop.
Even after you turned away.
Even after Simon looked right back at him with that flat, unreadable stare that made most sane people reconsider their choices.
The creep still didn’t stop.
Johnny noticed next, because Johnny noticed everything when it came to the people he cared about.
He glanced between you and the bar, grin fading. “Got a fan, do you?”
You rolled your eyes like it didn’t bother you as much as it did. “Apparently.”
Gaz turned slightly in his seat. “Want me to say something?”
Before you could answer, Simon did.
“No.”
Just that.
Quiet. Final.
Johnny’s brows lifted. Gaz leaned back. Price took a sip of whisky and said nothing at all, which told you he trusted Simon had already decided how this was going to go.
You should’ve known then that whatever happened next was already being arranged in Simon’s head.
The man made his move twenty minutes later.
You’d slipped away from the booth to get another drink because Johnny had offered and then gotten distracted arguing with Gaz about something stupid. Simon had let you go with a hand briefly brushing the small of your back, his touch light but deliberate. You could still feel it as you waited at the crowded bar, shifting to make room for a server balancing a tray.
Then the creep stepped into the space beside you.
Too close.
“You’ve been here with the military lot all night, yeah?” he asked.
You didn’t look at him. “Mhm.”
“That your boyfriend?”
You hated that question. Hated the implication tucked inside it. As if the answer determined whether he’d respect your space. As if your no on its own wouldn’t be enough.
You kept your voice short. “Does it matter?”
He chuckled like you’d flirted instead of shut him down. “Might.”
You finally turned your head and gave him a cold look. He was taller than average, broad in the way men often thought was enough to be intimidating, shirt sleeves rolled to show off forearms that probably impressed exactly the kind of people he liked impressing. He smiled like he thought you were playing hard to get.
You instantly disliked his face.
“I’m not interested,” you said.
“Didn’t say you had to be.”
“No, but I am saying it.”
He leaned in a fraction.
That was his first real mistake.
“C’mon, sweetheart. You’ve barely looked at me.”
“And I’m not going to start now.”
His grin thinned.
You were already stepping back, ready to return to the table and the solid, sane gravity of Simon, when the man’s hand closed lightly around your wrist.
Not enough to hurt.
Enough to claim.
Enough.
Every nerve in your body iced over.
You didn’t even get the chance to yank free before the hand disappeared.
Not because the creep let go.
Because Simon removed it.
One second the man was touching you, and the next Simon was there, having crossed the distance so silently and so quickly you hadn’t seen him move. His hand was around the creep’s wrist, fingers locked in a grip so controlled it looked almost casual.
Almost.
The man blinked, startled.
Simon stood between you and him without fully blocking your view, close enough that you could see the hard line of his shoulders beneath his dark shirt. He wasn’t loud. Wasn’t aggressive in the sloppy, chest-beating way some men got when they wanted a scene.
He was worse.
He was calm.
“Don’t touch her,” Simon said.
The creep tried to laugh it off, face already tightening because he was clearly realizing Simon’s grip was not negotiable. “Easy, mate. Was just talking.”
Simon’s head tilted slightly. “Didn’t ask.”
The creep tugged once, instinctive, testing.
Simon didn’t budge.
Neither did his expression.
Your pulse was banging in your throat now, but not because you were afraid of Simon. Because you knew that look. You knew how dangerous he became when he went this still.
The man must’ve seen something in Simon’s face then, something that finally registered as wrong, because the bravado in his smile began to slip.
“You’re hurting me.”
Simon’s voice stayed level. “Good.”
The single word hit the air like a blade.
No raised volume. No theatrics.
Just fact.
Behind you, the pub noise hadn’t fully stopped, but it had dimmed in the way crowds dim when trouble becomes interesting. You caught movement in your peripheral vision. Johnny and Gaz had stood. Price remained seated, but he was watching now over the rim of his glass, all quiet authority and no interference.
Simon let go only to shove the man’s hand away from your space like it was something dirty.
Then he looked at you.
Not long. Just enough.
“You alright?”
You swallowed. “Yeah.”
“Go sit down.”
You hesitated, because every instinct told you not to leave him mid-confrontation, but there was something in his tone. Not sharp. Protective. Certain. He already had this in hand.
Still, you stayed right where you were.
Simon’s eyes flicked back to you, and you could almost hear the small internal recalculation.
He knew you weren’t going anywhere.
Fine.
He returned his attention to the man and took one small step closer.
That was all.
One step.
It forced the creep back against the bar rail.
Simon didn’t touch him again. Didn’t need to.
Up close, Simon had a way of swallowing all available space. He made men look at him and suddenly understand scale differently.
“You don’t look at her again,” Simon said. “You don’t come near her. You don’t speak to her.”
The creep found a sliver of courage, probably because an audience was half-watching now. “Bit controlling, isn’t it?”
Simon’s stare didn’t change.
“This isn’t about control.”
A pause.
“It’s about consequences.”
The words landed so softly you almost didn’t catch them.
The man did.
You saw it in the tiny hitch of his throat.
“Who the hell d’you think you are?” he asked, but it came out thinner than he wanted.
Simon leaned in just enough that the man had to hear him and you barely could.
But you did hear.
And the cold that spread through you had nothing to do with fear.
“You don’t need my name,” Simon said. “You just need to remember my face.”
The creep’s color dipped.
Because that was the thing about Simon when he let Ghost show through.
It wasn’t swagger. It wasn’t public violence or some sloppy display of testosterone.
It was precision.
It was the unbearable certainty that if he decided you were a threat, the situation had already moved past your understanding of it.
Simon stepped back then, just enough to let the man breathe again, which somehow felt crueler than if he hadn’t.
“Walk away,” he said.
The man looked at you once, as if maybe he could salvage some dignity there.
Simon noticed.
Of course he noticed.
He shifted his stance by barely an inch and suddenly the creep couldn’t even see you properly anymore.
That was the final straw.
The man muttered something under his breath and shoved off from the bar, disappearing fast into the crowd toward the exit.
You stared after him, adrenaline still crackling unpleasantly under your skin.
Simon turned fully to you then.
The whole shape of him changed.
Not all at once, but enough.
The lethal stillness eased. His shoulders lowered a fraction. His gaze scanned your face, your hands, the line of your posture like he was checking for damage no one else would know to look for.
“You sure you’re alright?” he asked again, quieter now.
You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Yeah.”
His eyes dropped to your wrist.
The one the man had grabbed.
Simon’s jaw ticked. “Let me see.”
You held it out automatically. There wasn’t much to see. A little pink where fingers had pressed. Hardly anything. But Simon took your hand like it mattered anyway, his massive palm wrapping carefully around your wrist as he examined it.
His touch was unbelievably gentle.
That nearly undid you more than the confrontation had.
“It’s fine,” you said softly.
“Shouldn’t have touched you.”
“I know.”
His thumb brushed once over the inside of your wrist, right over your pulse. The touch was brief, but it grounded you instantly.
Johnny appeared at your other side, expression gone uncharacteristically serious. “You want us to bounce him from the street too? Because I’m free all evening.”
Gaz snorted, but there was no humor in it. “Very free.”
Price joined you a second later, setting his empty glass down on the bar. “Problem handled?”
Simon didn’t look away from you. “Yeah.”
Price’s gaze flicked to your face, assessing, then to your wrist in Simon’s hold. His mouth flattened. “You want to head out?”
The offer was for you.
You looked at Simon.
He looked back.
There was no pressure there. No insistence that you go home, no attempt to decide for you. But there was a tension in him that said he’d leave this second if that’s what you wanted. He’d take you home, lock every door, and sit awake all night if he had to.
You surprised yourself by shaking your head. “No. I don’t want him ruining the night.”
Johnny pointed at you. “That’s the spirit.”
“Terrible line delivery,” Gaz informed him.
“Didn’t ask.”
Price sighed like a tired father and jerked his head toward the booth. “Back to the table before one of you makes it worse.”
Johnny and Gaz drifted off, muttering at each other. Price lingered only long enough to give Simon a look that clearly meant keep an eye out, not that Simon needed the instruction.
Then it was just you and Simon again by the bar.
He still hadn’t let go of your wrist.
Not tightly.
Just enough that the connection remained.
You looked up at him. “You were very scary just then.”
A faint crease appeared between his brows. “Scared you?”
“No.”
That answer came quickly. Easily.
His gaze searched yours, making sure.
You gave his fingers a small squeeze with your free hand. “You scared him.”
“Good,” Simon said again, but this time it was different. Lower. Rougher. Less cold and more protective in a way that made warmth uncurl in your chest.
You smiled a little. “Very Ghost of you.”
One corner of his mouth moved.
Barely.
Then he lifted your wrist and pressed his lips to the inside of it, right over the spot that had gone pink under another man’s hand.
The kiss was soft.
Possessive in the gentlest possible way.
Like an erasure.
Like a promise.
When he lowered your hand, his voice dropped even further. “No one touches what’s mine and walks away thinking it was a good idea.”
Heat rushed through you so fast it nearly made you dizzy.
Your brows lifted. “What’s yours?”
Simon’s eyes locked on yours.
You.
He didn’t say it.
He didn’t need to.
Because it was there in everything. In the way he angled his body around you as he led you back toward the booth. In the way his hand settled at your lower back, broad and warm and certain. In the way the rest of the table took one look at your joined return and immediately gave Simon the space to set you into the seat furthest from the aisle.
Johnny slid you your drink with a suspiciously soft expression. Gaz pretended not to notice Simon checking the room twice before sitting down. Price said absolutely nothing, which in its own way said plenty.
Simon sat close. Closer than before.
His thigh pressed against yours again. His hand remained on your knee under the table, heavy and grounding.
You leaned toward him, voice low. “You know, you could’ve just punched him.”
Simon looked at you, almost offended by the suggestion.
“Too easy,” he said.
That made you laugh, startled and real, and some of the last tension bled out of your body.
His thumb stroked once over your knee.
The pub noise swelled back around you. Johnny restarted his story. Gaz heckled him on principle. Price ordered another round because of course he did.
And Simon stayed exactly where he was.
Watching.
Holding.
Calculated in all the ways that mattered.
Every now and then, his eyes flicked to the door.
Just checking.
Just making sure.
You slid your hand over his under the table and laced your fingers through his.
His gaze dropped briefly to where your hands joined.
Then back to your face.
Something in him softened with such restraint that anyone else might’ve missed it.
Well, it's been a hot minute since I've done an edit. But yes, I'm still alive and obsessed with these two! Don't hate me for generating some AI clips. It's the only way I could see them getting THAT close! 😂 Credit to @sorsaky for the "you just left me, I should hate you" 🖤
I have this thoughts on Noa and the idea of him being a strong and provide type...
because although it is very protective and can get serious when the situation calls for it, I think he's more like the intelligent and strategic type.
I don't think he goes hunting every chance he gets and brings the food while you stay home doing other things in the village. (Although I often imagine him that way.) Actually, I think it's the other way
Yes, he's strong and would participate in a hunt, but he's not an active fighter. He'd mostly hunt in a group, contributing primarily to strategy.
I think he'd hunt alone, at specific times, and probably for traditional clan hunts.
And perhaps that solo hunt, 100% his own, with a large animal is just to establish himself as a potential mate (tradition).
Also, can we talk about the way he looks at Soona when she's about to use her slingshot to hit Mae through the bushes?
I always had the feeling he found it incredibly attractive.
(There are several fanfics where the reader fights against some wild animal, I imagine him looking stunned as if saying "Did you see what she did? She's the female of my dreams")
I think he might prefer that to being the one to bring you food.
I imagine him completely immersed in his duties as a master of birds, his research with human objects, and his engineering.
He'll do it if necessary, but he doesn't mind letting you do this, especially if it's something you enjoy doing yourself and you're not in any danger.
Because let's not forget THAT he's an OVERPROTECTIVE to the core, and he'll abandon all his previous plans if hunting poses a risk to you. (Like if you normally go with someone and this time you want to go alone and there are more dangerous animals around)
in other words; it's not something he enjoys doing, but he'll do it if necessary. He finds it incredibly appealing that you hunt on your own, but he's still too worried that something might happen to you, so he'll do it.
I can see him in this quote that I LOVE and that has stayed with me forever: "I know she's strong, that's why I like her, but that doesn't mean I don't worry about her."
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(all this comes from my attempt to complete a Noa's alphabet and getting stuck on the first letter (what attracts her to you?) and remembering that canon scene)
Thinking about the parallels between Mae and Soona. Noa and Mae share a moment in the observatory; Noa takes Soona to the observatory at the end of the film. In the deleted scene where Noa hugs Mae to mask her scent, the embrace is similar to how he holds Soona after Mae shoots Lightning. Soona talks about “making your heart still”; Mae speaks to Noa about “the quiet part of your heart” in another deleted scene. There are other little things too, like how it’s Soona who hurts Mae with her sling and later is unfriendly toward her (doesn’t return Mae’s hello or make eye contact); feels like classic “love interest subconsciously feels threatened by the presence of another woman” territory. And of course the fact that Proximus made Noa choose between Mae and Soona as opposed to Anaya or Dar. Surely there are narrative implications to Noa and Mae’s interactions echoing those he shares with his “official” love interest???
I wonder. If Mae hadn't blown up the dam, what would have happened? Because by that point, Noa (who couldn't choose between her and Soona) might have asked her to come with him to Eagle Clan. I don't think Mae would have accepted, because she had to complete her mission. BUT this only reinforces the idea that Noa took Soona to see the telescope at the end of the movie as a REPLACEMENT for Mae, and not because he actually feels the same way about her as he does about his blue-eyed girl.
Mae & Noa talk about dreams |Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes| DEEPFAKE/FANMADE
You are stronger and smarter than you think
This is a fan-made remake of the deleted "Noa x Mae: Talk About Dreams" scene from Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. I used Procreate, Sony Vegas, and deepfake AI to try and make it as accurate as possible.
This was a fun project for me, and honestly, AI is such a great "toy" for fan creations. It’s been helping me get through a difficult time lately. I know AI can be a controversial topic, but when it helps someone cope and stay creative within their favorite fandom, I think it’s a beautiful thing.
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A/N: I reeeally doubt, I'll be able to explain my disappearance in one paragraph, much less the delay in publishing chapter... So later, i think, i'll made some more excuses... But at least, I made it before the end of last february day. And yes, second part of chapter simply drained me mentally — but I promise, you'll be in awe ✨
Word count: 6,4K
Warnings: hints of forced sex, including oral, mentions of murder, slavery, beatings, blood, injuries, brief description of interspecies pregnancy and birth, interspecies child, mention of potential infant death, one sentence about masturbation, obvious xenophilia, tension escalating to the limit, and almost a kiss (yes, as always dark, but promisingly, hehe... that's what I meant, intriguing you with second part of chapter, my monkeys... Can I call you that?^^)
🎧 Fismoll — Flowering
In this thunder- and lightning-scarred night nothing happens.
Except for an inappropriate question.
A question that was a statement. A question that makes your throat is like entwined with thorns. A question that makes Noa's eyes light up with genuine surprise. And something else, that makes the blood in your veins run cold, then heat up.
"Y/N, I... would like to take this as... permission... If you tell me now, that you're not afraid of anything"
Is that so?
Is that didn't you and didn't him just confess to gnawing fears?
Searching, focused Noa's gaze on every inch of your face intrigues you... You pull away your hand, that had just been touching your husband's lower lip, to clasp your hands in a snapped lock at your neck. His fingers move away from your lips, only to immediately touch your trembling shoulder. Your ugly, crooked scar — scar that Noa runs his hand over, barely audible calling you beautiful.
Beauty is in the eye of beholder. It was a saying used in the past, to explain the fickleness of beauty as a concept. You'd never considered yourself beautiful — except, perhaps, on your wedding ceremony day, — so when Noa says it so quietly, so casually, you're lost.
Rotting, rough hands, reaching out to your lips. To cover your mouth. To smear your face with stale blood, chemical-smelling slime. To deprive you of ability to scream. To deprive you of ability to free yourself from the crowd of corpses, tearing out your clothes. To keep you quiet, until...
Nightmarish vision, that had been haunting you hindrance, vanishes, leaving you shaking from head to toe. For some reason, you feel like the visions will never happen again.
What's changed?
Why didn't you shake Noa's hand off your shoulder today, as you surely would have done yesterday? Can you respond even something to his compliment, which caught you off guard? Maybe, now is the very moment, when you should allow him to do that, what you shouldn't do without forever?..
You know enough about Noa to allow him that, what's now rightfully due to him.
He has nightmares too. Not often, but he too wakes up in a cold sweat — and, thinking you're asleep, he shakes off the disturbing dreams and regains his composure.
He watched you at the lake. Before evenings covered with ice frazil, every time you went to wash your clothes and have a bath in a lake water — you couldn't shake the feeling of his presence.
Not wanting prying eyes, you only took off your clothes after the water had covered you almost to the back of your head — Noa didn't see a single extra inch of your body. He only saw, how water embrace your body. When, in the yellow september, climbed into the communal hut, you saw Noa hurriedly crossing the threshold — you asked him point-blank, why he was following you to the lake.
Noa couldn't turn to face you, grumbling about safety. However, his tense shoulder blades were as honest an answer to you as his eyes might have been — had he not felt shame. Noa said, that he'd probably disgust you, after loud exhalations behind the treetops, that lined up behind him, gave him away. Sitting behind him, you looked at his shoulders, at the protruding vertebrae covered in dark fur. You knew the interconnection. You felt neither, resentment nor rejection.
You didn't answer nothing to him then.
Relentless phobia insisted, he'd probably — and certainly more than once, — has gotten rid of what's called arousal on his own. A young body, no matter how look at it, demands satisfaction. Whatever kind. Facts about this you also gleaned from books crammed with termines. Meager, but concrete. You'd never felt the need for anything like that. But you could understand why Noa, while you were hiding from outlie eyes, wanted to see that, what was hidden. There was nothing wrong with that. It was ingrained in nature, in physiology.
That could only be your personal, worst-case represent of Noa.
Besides, Noa wasn't an outlie to you now.
And then you ignored thought of what exactly Noa was doing while watching you. You know him — he could limit himself to nothing more than watching.
Then you thought about Noa's back being the shield, that you'd choose among your other defensive arsenal, even if you had the choice. Unexpectedly for you yourself, you liked this thought then.
Now you're lying face to face. In the shared bed. In the shared house. In the shared future, which, who knows, might one day come to pass...
Now you know enough about Noa, to tell him your secrets.
But why tell Noa about allowing something you had no slightest idea about? Everything you knew about the part of life, that called "sex" (you don't like that terse, stingy word — but there, where you'd absorbed the worst of human behavior for years, it was word most often used) was your subjective, reprehensible opinion. Having spent vast majority of your past existence amidst coercion, you were convinced — that part of life was one of the most subtle forms of humiliation, there, amid the scream-absorbing rust, the rot and blackness of the dungeon compartments.
There, in a prison forged from metal and all the existed sins, men amused themselves through that part of life — and women could only hope to gain favor after using by them. To avoid being beaten with belt buckles or anything heavier, women sometimes knelt down and pulled down the pants of those bastards themselves. They pleasured them with their mouths. They undressed themselves, placed their hands on their boobs, lower. Smacking, osculating, slurping... You saw it, you heard it. And more than once.
Did women there do this, beyond any guarantee of safety, for their own satisfaction? Unlikely.
And you know nothing about how different everything related to sex is here, among the apes. In the place, that has become your home. It's downright terrifying you.
Why then, right now, are you wondering if this side of life might cause not pain, not suffering, not shame, but pleasure?..
Oh no. No, no... Not at all what you should be thinking about.
No, no, no. It not at all what you might think about in september. But it something, that engulfs november in the flames of an unexpected forest fire.
Breath in-breath out-breath in, breath in-breath out-breath in. Breath in-breath out...
Breathing, while doused with a bucket of utterly disorienting, chilling to insides thoughts, seems an impossible task.
Your blood parents conceived you in love. Your foster parents raised you in love. Noa's parents, you're sure, surrounded him with the same unconditional love, that you so inconsolably grieve.
In the clan, the gaze of almost every couple is filled with an undisguised radiant love.
Love, and nothing else but love, draws a sparkle in the eyes. That sparkle you saw in the faces — in contrast to the disparate darkness of existence, —is unchanging. So, here and there, have existed, exist, and will continue to exist, unions in which sexual intercourse signifies not discomfort, anger, and regret, but... Sensual delight?..
When Noa touches scar on your shoulder, a shiver and a fever clash inside you. It must be the cold, what's bothering you, that's all...
Noa's touch is familiar. As always, it's sharp, yet careful, questioning. A tender?..
Damn, damn, damn! The word "tenderness" after everything that happened day before and many months before, feels like a myth, turned into reality. And you shouldn't think about, what exactly Noa is going to do after that touch.
But you think about every possible development of could happen next scenarios.
About that, how Noa could flip you over and take you like an animal, without looking you in the eye.
About that, how Noa could lean over you and squeeze your thighs until they crack, stealing your innocence and all your strength.
About that, how Noa could lean toward you for kiss that wasn't happened in wedding night, leaving bleeding bite marks on your lips.
And also about that Noa, as he promised, might never fulfill any of the fantasies blazing in his pupils.
Until you want him to.
In a mere handful of seconds having imagined everything that could happen, frozen with horror and resurrected by glimmer of confidence that Noa's actions would at least be acceptable — you nevertheless allow his touch.
Be that as it may, you didn't become husband and wife to keep distance. It was bound to happen someday. But...
In this heated, utterly intimate atmosphere, nothing forbidden happens between you. None of those thoughts, that race like herd through your head the moment Noa touches the corner of your mouth. None of those assumptions, that scared you to death just recently. None of those possibilities, that now don't frighten you in the least.
Silence has separated you so often and so irreconcilably, that now it's not so easy to grasp trustworthiness of silence. Lying so close, trusting each other with vulnerability. Looking so piercingly, wordlessly talk to each other about inmost. About something, that even now can’t say out loud, without vulgarizing the sprouts of awakening desire.
Before, when you fell asleep, you turned away from Master of Birds — exploring his features later, when the nightmare-inducing insomnia drove you to the point of wanting to end your life. He would draw his eyebrows together to bridge of nose — not nearly as distinct a human's, but no less distinctive, — mumble something unintelligible, sometimes growling, sometimes smiling contentedly. If the night was scraping, cold, you would lie a little closer. This always made his sleeping smile widen. But when Noa woke, you were either already gone or sitting at the foot of the bed, avoiding the bright green of his eyes. So he wouldn't see your timid smile.
You didn't know then, that your most painful fear would be the risk of losing him.
Now you lose yourself in his eyes, as if in the endless expanse of a forest. Now he drowns in your eyes, as if in a bottomless abyss of a sea.
Now, it seems, time has stood still for the two of you and the shimmering through rain moonlit shroud.
Nothing happens between you, except Noa's overly soft gaze, which makes you unable to resist — and you squeeze his hand, soothing scar on your face, in your hand.
Nothing happens between you. Except you, pressing Noa's palm to your heart too tenderly. Except Noa, stroking your hair with his other hand. Nothing happens between you — except what you won't talk about tomorrow, so as not to ruin the magic of what just happened.
Noa kisses the curve of your forehead, inhaling your scent chastely, defying the dictates of nature, won't doing nothing more...
You kiss the back of Noa's hand, weightlessly, fearfully, still fearfully... But slowly.
This isn't hasty foolishness, not a whim. It's something else. Something, over which you have no control — and something, you don't want to suppress. Something as natural, as the relentless flash of illumination that follows every lightning strike.
Perhaps, it's more like a demand for love. But you don't know enough about love to judge.
And how can you demand love from Noa, who confesses his feelings to you, figuratively, every single day?.. You certainly won't use him to feel what you lack, to the point of howling emptiness in your heart. Your husband deserves the kind of love that worships and exalts. Flawless love. A different kind of love. Looking at him, you know only one thing — you can't lose him. But this isn't love at all. It's simply gratitude and affection. You are tied to Noa, just as he is tied to you, by invisible ropes woven with countless knots. You tied the knots yourselves, so that no evil machinations could untie them. But these aren't the butterflies fluttering in your stomach, that foretell love.
It's unlikely, that the two of you know what love is in its true form.
But Noa's lips move unhindered from your forehead to your hairline, and his hand rests on your cheek again... And you let your lips linger on Noa's palm as he freezes, unsure of how to react... It all feels right now.
Whatever you name it.
Noa isn't the only one stunned — you're far more stunned. Nor can't think about the significance of those kisses, or pretend it's not happening.
Something's happening.
Even if, yet, nothing's happened.
"You're the most beautiful phenomen... I've ever seen. Of everything... I know. But... Y/N... You can't say, you're not afraid of anything right now... Even if you're not afraid of me"
You grasp Noa's hand with both of your hands, holding it where rhythm of your heartbeat outpaces the thunder. It's impossible to stop the frantic pounding in your chest. A new trap. You want to cry, but you smile, looking up at the ceiling lined with intertwined branches. Raindrops outside seem to coax from you a confession you're unsure of — but one you can no longer deny.
"Right now, I can't say I'm not afraid of anything. Because I'm afraid of losing you, Noa..." you repeat, fervently hoping this phrase will clarify your immediate action. "But I don't know, what that means"
"Y/N... It's more, than enough for... us. That's what I know now" Noa replies his scabrous fingers continuing to touch your temple.
"Why do you always say "us"? Why do you talk about us together? Nothing unites us, except our mutual lies..."
"Because we are together. Now I am honest with you... As... always have been. As... always will be. And did you lie to me now?"
A furious wind whistles behind the logs of walls.
Hail pounding into walls.
Noa admitted his limerence long ago. It's your turn. Limerence — a much less resounding definition than love, — still rips the ground from under your feet. You hadn't experienced that uplifting feeling inside your soul, that illusion of floating on clouds. On the contrary, the feel now filling your consciousness was tugging — as if in your ribs rocks were falling, avalanches were descending.
And yet, this feeling was pleasant. To have someone, who you're afraid to lose, is a value immeasurable in currencies of the past world. A value, that will remain in this world even after billions of years of continuous regression and continuous evolution. Here, in the pitch darkness that allows for revelation, having told Noa about your fear of losing him, you parted with the fears that haunted your past self. The past you remained amidst the shackles that rob you of truth. The present you crossed the threshold of silence. Well, here's you goes.
"You asked me, why I spoke to you after seeing a rabbit in a trap... I want to tell you, why I couldn't speak to you before..." words break on your tongue when the edge of Noa's palm touches your lips again.
"You didn't speak to everyone who might turn out to be... a scavenger. Did you think I was... like them?" his face is so close, that your breath catches. You nod, still feeling his lips on your skin, and breathe in pre-winter morning.
"I was angry then, thinking my worst fears had been confirmed. And I just didn't know what to do. But after that conversation... You disproved every one of my dreads. You protected me from my own dreads. You're not like them at all. You've saved me more times than I can count..." you hesitate, realizing that admitting it out loud isn't as hard, as you thought. You trail off when Noa, his breath fanning your blinking eyelids, moves a little closer. "That's why I told you just now about..."
"...Come on, what did you just tell him?", "What are you letting him do, huh?", "Say about your dirty wishes louder!", "Go ahead, please him!", "Unholy wench!..." Cutting you off mid-sentence, the voices in your head torment you with a torrent of disdain. They merge into a single, piercing, demonic wail. A cacophony. Your head swells. Demons cackle and hiss. You feel neither your body nor your mind. You won't endure this anymore... You look at Noa, then immediately look away. He stares at you with the longest gaze you've ever experienced. An admiring gaze. When he rests your head on his forearm, a sincere, quiet laugh erupts from your chest — almost exactly the way that you were lying, when he woke up.
"Before I met you, I... didn't know how to fight, at all. My fists were... the Sun. My weapon was... a flock of birds. With the help of birds, our clan won a long-ago battle. Against a despot, who distorted another's heritage... who appropriated another's achievements and intended to kill me. But birds are not property, they are... part of the family. They do not circle above us... constantly. When... scavengers pounced on you, I was unarmed. But I was so angry, that I didn't recognize myself..." Noa sighs, grins sadly, but smiling, as you do. "And weapon... wasn't needed"
"When I saw you that night, I thought, how much rage there was in that shadow's heart. Then I saw, that your heart was filled with nobility, wisdom, a thirst for new knowledge... You're not at all like how i've imagined apes there, where didn't even believe I'd find a way out of" you feel, how weight of a stone fall from your soul, releasing it. And how Noa runs the edge of his hand across the tip of your nose.
"You're also not at all like I imagined other people, Y/N. After meeting with human... before... I didn't believe, we could live side by side. Even though my friend, whose name was Raka, said so... Then I became disillusioned with the idea he followed... until the very end. With you, I've become convinced that... he was right" Noa's words make the chill inside you give way to heat, turning into a warm light.
Awkwardness, that's been simmering between you all this time evaporates. Over months of marriage, you've talked about so much that you've missed the point.
Now, for the first time, you're speaking frankly.
"What human? That girl, who caused the flood with explosives?" you know about that too, from Soona and Anaya, from Elders, from children. This incident is also part of your clan's history. And you're curious to know the details.
"That girl defended... the safety of humanity. I defended... the independence of apes. We could have become allies... or... enemies. But she left. To complete her mission. I stayed. To fulfill my destiny. Farewell... was for the best. Either humans oppress apes. Or apes oppress humans. We don't get along... When I met you, I thought you... would leave one day. Just like that. But I wanted you... to stay. Here. With me"
Under the crimson veil of october, you would certainly have made a caustic joke about Noa, probably, simply preferring human women. That such are his predilections.
But november gives way to winter's cold. And, lying in bed opposite the ape, who has become your sensitive husband, you don't feel like joking at all.
"Y/N... Who would I be to you now, if we hadn't become... husband and wife?"
You're increasingly enjoying the way, how Noa says your name.
"I don't know. Maybe a friend... Maybe a mate. Maybe nothing... But if we're going to talk about everything we haven't talked about before, then I must confess this too... Immediately after our marriage, I seriously planned to escape. I thought, that once you had me, you would act indistinguishable from those, who lassoed wives against their will down there, in dungeon. But here, I felt everything I'd been missing. Here, I found a family again. I don't know, how to explain it, Noa... But for that reason, I changed my mind. For that reason, I'm staying"
An honesty that had never existed between you, shone through. Absolute mutual honesty, reinforced by mutual, gradual touches.
Something that hovers so close to falling in love that you won't dispute it. Because the truth is as undeniable, as the calendar's months...
Noa's gaze, constantly researching your face, clouded.
Smile on his lips is bright. Smile on his lips doesn't completely fade, even when he wheezes in pain — bandages around his shoulder are soaked through with fresh blood...
No. No. No.
You're overcome with uncontrollable, wordless panic.
His wound should never have become infected.
A lump rises in your throat.
You could have talked until dawn... If the blood hadn't stained Noa's ribs, your sweater, your nest... If your husband hadn't suddenly exhausted, still stroking your hair in his sleep.
More words would definitely be unnecessary.
For now unnecessary.
You cup your husband's heavy head in your hands. You stand up to hastily make a re-bandage.
Sometimes, even in enrapture novels, written in times far removed from the current, shattered world, love doesn't blossom immediately. What you feel for Noa — is a feeling, that approaches love faster and quickly, than you thought. A feeling, that like swept from a clear sky hurricane wrecking chaos on your thoughts.
A feeling, that you will certainly organize. Right after you relieve Noa of this gluttonous wound. Right after, to characterisize what's happening between you, you have another similar conversation.
One of captives of failed raiders. Very young. A child, carrying a child within.
She didn't give her name. She only cried, huddled in a corner of your former hut, now given over to captives and their children. Elders didn't protest. But since decision to shelter the newcomers was yours, a human's — while Noa lay unconscious and simply incapable of making a decision, — they considered you an upstart.
***
You didn't care. Mattered to you were the lives of yesterday's slaves. Amid the blinding gunfire, out of more than fifty, only twenty tormented lives remained, left in quarantine. Several ape and human women with grown children, several with babies in their arms. And one near term.
When her contractions began, in the darkest hour of previous night, she didn't even know what to do. You ran in here for medical help for Noa, for urgency. And she grabbed your sleeve.
"Quiet, quiet. You won't help your baby be born, if you scream like that. Will you breathe with me?" baby's head had appeared in previous morning. Second night would soon pass, and they still couldn't remove the baby from her womb.
You don't know, how to distract her from torment.
Marks of beatings clearly confirm suspicion had crept into your head, that she had been severely beaten. There are bruises on her stomach, no more than three days old. There are abscesses on her elbows and knees, threatening to burst. She coughs so harshly, as if she had chronic tuberculosis.
You fear, not without reason, that child will be stillborn.
You push away the fear, that almost crept into your soul.
Continue to guide female's breathing, so that she will quickly give a new life to world — believing that premonition is false, and everything will be fine.
***
Amidst lamentations of healeresses, Dar enters. She gives doulas same instructions that your foster mother gave midwives, when women in labor in glass room seemed hopeless.
They prepare a tub. Not for washing, but a much larger one. They seat limp mother, who has stopped straining, in water.
Another long hour passes.
Time stretching grinds. Your gaze darts from the swaying water in tub to the hanging lights, blown round in a cold, seeping air. Too loudly, amid the rattling of bowls filled with crushed herbs that soothe the pain, you call one of healeresses. You'd consider sending to your husband — but, lest you sow the weed-like growing discord in clan, you hold back.
You pray for Noa with all the prayers written in your prayer book and recognized here, looking at wedding bracelet.
A small hand appears. Almost hairless.
Expectant mother screams so loudly that the skies, shrouded in clouds scattering snow, shake.
Caught by assistants, small legs slip out. So thin.
A child's cry rings out, very quiet. But persistent.
"Look at this... noisy little boy... you've brought into this world" Dar, placing the newborn on his mother's breast, peers at him, smiling and bewildered. You peer at him too, shocked.
"Is he... alive? Healthy?" mother asks with dry lips, looking at baby with affection that overshadows her mistrust.
Assistants wipe mother down, showing her how to feed cub.
Doulas, having moved away, are whispering among themselves, glancing at you every now and then.
In seemingly pitch-black silence amidst the bustle of the healeresses, Dar looks at you, until you can’t believe your eyes.
***
"This child... There's no need to guess, for who this message... is meant" Dar places her hand over your wrist. Over the wedding bracelet, that her son wove for you.
"How could this child can be born?... Books say, that this children don't move, don't develop in their mothers' wombs. I... would like... to give Noa an heir. But I don't know, if our child will be able..."
"If... you speak of something... you see it... already accomplished. You've already seen... your child"
Dar doesn't ask. She states.
You can't utter a word.
But you nod, when your thoughts hovering around the glimmer of hope, that one day you'll put into a cradle baby just like him. Yours and Noa's together baby.
In the arms of exhausted mother is not ordinary bonobo cub — he has a human-like flat face, shorter small arms than a apes, and longer small legs. There's no fur anywhere, except the top of his head and back. Thin-skinned, wrinkled, sniffling. It defies explanation, but you see it and don't try to found an explainations. It's a interspecies cub. And — what's more important right now, than dumbfounded of disbelief, — he's not drinking mother's milk properly, because he's suffocating.
"Dar, can I ask you one more thing?" question escapes, before you can weigh the "pros" and "cons".
"You can ask... about anything, that worries you, daughter" you can't even dreamed, you'd ever hear that exact appeal, addressed to you, again.
"Noa said, that he'd been to a place where there were medicines?" your tone was hopeful and impatient. "Where is that place?"
"My son was looking for medicine for... you. He wandered far... south of here. Into a box with a cross and glass. You won't go there alone. I... won't let you. It's dangerous" shaking his head, Dar stared at mother, who was holding her son warily and awkwardly. "And what will I tell Noa... if you... go there?"
"Thanks to your efforts, I've already been cured. Many more of the rescued may need the medicine. For whom I'm responsible. And..." you don't want to upset mother, knowing how much she'll worry about her son. But you especially can't lie. "Noa needs medication too"
"If I can't... convince you otherwise... then my son is truly dear to you. Go... I'll gather you... some travel companions"
You nod again. Bow deeply. Your husband's mother, with a gesture, reminds you that your status exempts you from polite formalities. These words, seeing to root, mingle with funnel of other words spoken today, drawing you into a whirlpool. Noa is dear to you. That you don't dispute. For now, unable to sort out tangled paths of your own thoughts, you'll stick to this formulation.
***
Harness refuse to yield to your grip. Your hands refuse to obey you.
Unable to contain your anxiety, you sat down next to bed where Noa continued to sleep, before setting out. Not on your knees, not with your legs tucked under you, but on all fours. In ape-manner. You checked bandages, confirming that bleeding was slowly stopping. You left him another kiss — over bandages and blood. If only wounds could really heal like that...
As you hurried down from the hut, you nearly fell to ground.
The journey would be long, and you need to leave before noon.
On the day winter approaches, you feel so powerless and useless, as if the past spring had returned as a joyless drops.
A deer strolls past fences marking boundaries. His antlers are spreading, covered with hoarfrost. With him walk a graceful doe and two fawns. You recognize this guest.
So you meet again. The fawn, whose mother allowed you to pet, has formed his own herd.
And he has come to you, so that you can say hello.
You stretch out both hands, and stroke the children who run up to you clumsily.
Neither sadness nor anxiety leave your heart. But meeting the forest family again, you remember that the Mother Nature and the Eye of God will help you, will not abandon you in your time of need. And you set out on your journey with firm confidence in your awakened strength.
Strength, still spurred on by fear — but for first time in your life, a fear that's not destructive, but, in some inscrutable sense, beneficent.
***
Frost stings your face like needles. Winter sun isn't scarlet or golden, this so white, that it blends with snow dusting forest. You've never seen snow. You've never seen snowfall. Icicles hanging from tree branches. Ice crust covering the lake's water. You've never seen winter... You try not to look around, so you can hurry home with medicine — how do you know, who else might need medical help and how soon? Snowflakes swirl in the air like tiny feathers. You've never seen those either.
Or rather, of course, you saw both snowflakes and snowfalls in your early childhood.
But you've forgotten everything. Another reminder rains down on you from pine branches like snow pellets.
You ride Noa's horse, accustomed to how distracted you can be in the saddle after two months of riding lessons. Two riders walk behind you, guarding. Soona and Anaya ride beside you. Winged waymark, Eagle Sun, flies ahead.
A bird's call urges you to speed up.
When what used to be called hospitals appears on the bleached horizon, you gallop.
"Why... such a rush?" Anaya mutters as you stop by a frozen, rocky stream.
"Is something wrong... with newborn cub...?" instead of answer seeing your confusion, Soona gasp.
"Not quite... Not only..." you shake your head, confused by growing noise behind you.
You turn at dull clatter of hooves.
Expecting an attack by scavengers, you draw your pistol. You command riders prepare to fire as well. You wait. You squint. You aim... But you certainly don't expect to see Noa catching up in distance — with the Sun rapidly approaching to him, — and you nearly fall into a snowdrift.
"Y/N?.. Why did you... leave?" he asks, either displeased or alarmed, gain up with you, who are steadily continuing on. "Why did you leave?"
"I leave to get antiseptics and antibiotics for you, and..." you will explain what you saw, as well as reason for such zeal, to unsparing Master of Birds later. Not in front of everyone. "Why did you follow me?"
A gust of wind makes you wrap yourself tighter in jacket you took from one of soldiers killed in firefight.
Noa doesn't respond. He just dismounts, helping you do same.
You don't know, what to tell him first.
About you rushing headlong to save him, just like he saved you? About how newborn interspecies cub gave you hope for...? You don't even know, what kind of hope settled in you moment you saw that wrinkled face — half human, half ape. Thinking of baby, you smile.
Heavens sending a blizzard.
Deciding to wait out approaching storm in a cave, Noa starts a fire with a short, electrically charged staff. Orange-red flames chewing steam of short sentences.
Storm continues, bringing with it an early sunset.
Riders, as like Anaya and Soona, make overnight camp.
Noa adds wood to dying fire with his gaze. Continuous. Insightful. You don't need to look away from his gaze — after all, you set out on this journey for him. It's impossible to bear his gaze. A smoky orange shroud envelops Noa, and you finally understand, why beauty is in the eye of beholder.
Noa is handsome in his courage and restraint. He called you beautiful, not by apes standards of beauty, but in defiance. He's beautiful to you because, spitting on human standards of beauty, you see his beauty. Would you have believed it, if you'd known in advance, that you'd look at Noa without fear, without shying away, but... falling in love? Is it falling in love?.. The fire flares up, rising higher and higher. You lower your eyes, watching the reflections of flames dance across the ice.
"Don't look like that" you raise your eyes, with melted fear and warmth, you realizing that you've missed your husband. "What if you had to amputate your arm? What if you died?.. What was I supposed to do?"
"I take that as... runaway" trying to look angry, Noa looks at you as softly, as he did this morning. "Y/N... Did you go because of cub?"
"Pull back the bandage, so I can see if it's gotten better or worse" you added with a gesture, that you made a runaway because of him.
Did Noa feel, that you shared this strange feeling with him?
Did Noa feel, through layers of bandages, how you kissed his wound, no longer bleeding but still unhealed?
How will Noa take that, what you yourself believed only after your disbelief receded and remained the incomprehensibilty?
"Because of you and cub. This baby, Noa, he's... Not just a baby... A baby from an ape and a human. From an ape and a human, Noa... So weak, so shrunken... But alive. He can't breathe well, he can't eat. But he has to live, right?.."
A tear stung scar on your cheek.
You don't know, what made you cry. That baby and his mother managed to survive this — or that you were talking to Noa about it.
About that very future, which the faded fonts had written, was impossible.
Or that Noa, having crossed the distance, cupped your face in his hands — and wiped away your tears, which were useless now. Because the news was happy.
***
Sunbeams flood the cave. You don't remember, how falling asleep on Noa's chest. You only remember his embrace. His arms, brushing away your tears and wrapping you against howling blizzard. Your fingertips trace fur-covered scar on his collarbone.
"We need to go" you say, leaving your palm on Noa's skin until he wakes. Then, you fly out of cave.
"Today... did you have a good dream?" Noa pulls you closer, catching your hand in outside, on golden tapestry of snow. Even more carefully, than ever.
For a second bared teeth of winds subside.
For a second you two again in the semi-darkness of nest.
Noa lifts your palm to his lips. He kisses you differently, than you kissed his large hand. Unabashed. Unwilling to justify or stop. He kisses each of your thin fingers, each scratched bone. You're stunned.
Remembering Noa's touch all over your face, like a persistent tide, a single, perfectly mad thought fills your head — what would happen, if right now your mouths collided? If Noa's lips touch yours, would a comet fall, would there be an explosion?..
Four devoted riders, and one equally devoted bird — leaving you alone at a slow trot, — are ready to cross remaining miles to destination.
Noa ready to cross the line you once drew.
You're ready to let him do that.
Winds click their teeth. You don't want to pull away, when Noa rests his cheek against yours. You don't want to pull away, when he presses his nose to yours, holding your hands in his. You haven't sorted out your feelings — but your soul clings to your husband. If you were home now, you wouldn't pull away from his lips, almost pressed to yours... But you have to hurry. For you two.
Stretching on your toes, you kiss Noa's chin. With all the tenderness, that's been building up inside you, you hold his shoulder bandage. You climb into the saddle together with him. The word "togeter" feels beautiful in this context.
Hospital is just a stone's throw away, and winds rage more fiercely with each passing minute.
Riders walk, leading three horses by bridle — they snort, refusing to continue way.
Delay would mean possible death of the baby, whose birth contradicts all worldly laws in the most astonishing way. Neither you nor Noa — nor your fellow travelers, who don't fully understand the nature of the journey and assume, that the newborn or his mother simply has complications, —can't allow this to happen.
Building's outer entrance is inaccessible. Entire lower floor is covered in snow — both the glass entrance doors and reinforced windows. Oblong windows on second floor are made of flimsy glass — Anaya, looking around, breaks one of them, running behind a snowy hill. This how you've came inside one of wards.
You don't have wander around to find storage room. But finding medications themselves is not so easy. Almost everything, that stored here — is not same medications whose names you recognize.
If the handwritten cards are to be trusted, unknown names conceal experimental products. Judging by dates on the handwritten cards, someone created arsenal stored in refrigerator relatively recently. Some — a year ago. Some — last week.
Ink on one of vials is still fresh, not dry.
Packing in your backpack everything, what might need — immune-boosting, antivirals, disinfectants, syringes, wipes, and cotton wool, — you, as intuition tells you, advise Soona and Anaya of things on shelves and in the refrigerators, that you're doesn't enough dexterity to reach. You explain to Noa, who can't understand the written language, purpose of various jars, vials, and bottles.
Concluding that this is pure theft of someone else's property, but there's no other way out — you climb out window, holding your backpack in front of you, to keep contents safe. Your friends help you reach rooftop of first floor; all that's left is to jump down and return home... A voice echoes from depths of the hallway, making you jump, barely keeping your backpack from dropping.
"Hey, you! Worthless thievies... Now give back everything, what you stole"
Warning: none except for a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes, probably.
Summary: Noa has to make a decision and take a risk. And courting you becomes a job for three apes. When things get complicated, Anaya and Soona are determined to help Noa with you.
A/N: Okay, I've had this here since July. It was supposed to be a simple scenario, but I got carried away and ended up writing a chapter of my fanfic. I was hesitant to publish it because SPOILER, but now I'm not sure if I'll use this scenario, so I'll publish it now. It's my first one-shot. I hope you like it, and writing advice is always welcome.
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It's the beginning of spring, the sunset trio and you were spending the afternoon together by the river.
Noa and Anaya stayed on the rocky shore, preparing fishing spears. You and Soona had moved away and were playing in the water, with the small waves that reached their waists.
Noa's eyes were fixed on you, watching you laugh, jump, and fall into the water, moving away to the deepest part and bothering Soona because "it's not fair if you can swim" and she can't.
This didn't go unnoticed by Anaya; it never did.
"Are you going to tell her someday?" Noa turned and frowned. "Tell her what?" Anaya gestured toward you with his chin.
And Noa just looked at him as if he'd had this conversation a million times before.
"No Soona, (name) !!!" Anaya said, almost pointing with his hands in an expression of obviousness. Noa swatted at it as if trying to stop the sound from escaping and making it impossible for you to hear.
"What?"he had to force himself to whisper "Stop.... talking nonsense".
"You don't like her?" Noa snorted at that question. He look at the rocky ground before answering
"She's human."
"That's not a NO" Anaya smiled
"I'm an ape" Noa repeated, this time he was looking him.
"It's still not a NO." Anaya repeated it too.
Noa turned around angrily but ended up looking in your direction. You had just gotten out of the water and were gathering wildflowers. Surely you'd let Soota comb your hair and put them in it, he thought.
"I'd never be an option for her... she'd never choose me." He sigh.
"She's already chosen you before, right? She chose you over the humans."
"She chose all of us. She's happy with the clan, not just with me." Anaya looked at Noa, raising his eyebrows, almost sarcastically."Of course..."
Noa was about to say something, but was surprised by your presence a few feet away. -We'll go with Soona for some berries and roots. Catch something, and we'll eat when we get back. - Noa nodded. - Stop fooling around- Soona shouted from the foot of the forest. You ran toward her, away from your two friends.
"Court her" Anaya said under his breath, tapping him on the arm.
"What? No! It's ridiculous, it's a bad idea" Noa kept whispering even though you were no longer in sight
"Try it! Hey, you could try it now. You could.... catch a fish, a good one, big, and give it to her... And see her reaction!" Noa wished it were as easy as the image Anaya had in her head of this whole situation.
"It's not that simple" He finally replied. Noa stood up, walking silently to the water and pointed his spear at the river "But I wish it were."
Anaya didn't move from his place
"I think you're the one making it more complicated" That stopped him in the middle of his action and looked at Anaya.
"Okay, you're right, IS complicated, but you make it worse." .
"I don't want to talk about it anymore." Noa lost his patience at this, or became anxious
"What? That's it? You're just going to ignore it?" He stood up and roughly grabbed his shoulder, looking at him. "Forever?"
"I said enough!" Noa pushed him away even more aggressively. "I'm sorry, just, that's enough." He looked at the water sadly; he really didn't want to risk this.
Anaya snorted. "I think you'll only hurt yourself… both of you, actually."
Noa turned to his friend, dismayed. "What… what do you mean?"
But he didn't answer, and they didn't speak about it again all day, or even that week. Noa was starting to have doubts.
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Noa couldn't get the idea out of his mind. He turned it over in his head, didn't sleep, couldn't stop looking at you, couldn't ignore it, couldn't deny it either.
Dar pulled him from his thoughts. "It seems something's been worrying you" She signed. Noa looked at her and nodded. "What could be keeping you so awake"-
"Difficult decisions..."
"It must be very important if you... spent the last week keeping your hands VERY busy on projects that aren't so urgent." He was doing that. Noa kept busy when he was anxious. He did it when he was about to climb for his eagle, when he got his egg, before it broke. He also did it when he officially took his father's position—an overwhelming stress that vanished along with your presence by his side.
"You know me, mother."
"You're my son... Can I guess?"
"You can try." Noa gave his mother a faint smile. He was tired.
"Is about a.... female?" Noa's face transformed in an instant. She couldn't have guessed so quickly. It had been so obvious. How could it have been so obvious? What if you had noticed? What if you thought it was because of someone else? Not out of jealousy, because it would be harder to let you know.
"How?" He ask.
"My son... and you're already at the age... stages. You stressed out with each one... I can only imagine what the next one will be..." Dar smiled proudly.
"MOTHER!" Noa interrupted her, embarrassed.
"Well... then... why do you worry so much?"
"It's difficult, Mother... it's not... what you'd expect..." Noa glanced behind his mother. She turned and saw you there. In the clearing, playing with the baby apes, you had made a ball out of hide, feathers, and straw, and you were entertaining them with it. Dar watched the children, but if she was talking to Noa, it was because you were watching his turn; it had been that way since you settled into the clan. And Noa loved that, loved seeing you with the little ones, so deeply rooted in the future of their clan, with so much love for it.
Dar turned to his son with an "ohh... sure..." expression. He waited for an answer, but she didn't really say anything.
"So... what's the problem?" Dar raised an eyebrow, Noa raised both of them, surprised and bewildered.
"WHAT IS-!?" He stopped and looked in your direction, hoping and praying you hadn't noticed anything. Now the kids were surrounding you as you held something in your hands and talked to them. You were probably improvising a lesson.
Another thing he loved about you was that you always had interesting things to show them, always knew something he didn't, and that combined with his innate curiosity.
"Which one do you think is the mother?" This time Noa lowered his voice.
"For me, none one" Noa looked at her again. She seemed completely unconcerned about the situation that had been eating away at him for weeks, if he was counting the conversation with Anaya. Or months.
"Son... I've loved that girl since she set foot here. This is the best news you could give me. Well, there's no other kind of news..." She started bothering him again.
"That's enough, mother!"
Dar gave him a little tug on his ear. "Respect your mother!"
"The elders won't like it... I've already broken too many rules... the law says... no... not with echos." Noa rubbed her ear where it had been pulled
"I thought the law was wrong." Dar smiled at him knowingly.
"Noa, if you love each other, how can it be wrong?" She caressed his cheek.
"IF she loves me" He said, resigned.
"IF you don't try, you won't know... and all that love will slip through your fingers."
"If you ask my advice... she was a good choice." she said sweetly and smiled
With that, Dar stood up and left, Noa dragging her hands, in search of one last touch from his mother to comfort him.
He turned his gaze to you, playing with one of the smallest babygirl, the one who had clung to you like a koala. Noa knew that animal from the books you showed him with such enthusiasm. They never left their mothers' side, and you didn't push the baby away when she looked for you; she had lost her mother in the vault. You used to tell her you were her big sister, that you always wanted to be.
But Noa always thought you behaved more like her mother: when you cuddled her and sang to her to comfort her, when you defended her from the other kids, when you taught her how to weave flower crowns or let her comb and braid your hair. Whenever you appeared covered in flowers, feathers, and beads, it was because the little one had been there. And you wore it proudly, even though sometimes it looked like a bird had tried to nest in your head.
A mother
What a good mother you would be... Noa sometimes got lost in that thought.
Could you have... his children? He stopped at that line. He didn't need to create fantasies only to be disappointed later. He couldn't stand it.
But... He would love it... was it worth it? If you accepted it, could they have that future?
Too late. Noa already wanted to reach out and reach for it. Yes, it was worth it. He had to try.
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It's been a month since Noa made this decision, and he's tried everything.
EVERYTHING!!!
• Giving you gifts, gifts he knows you like: human trinkets and objects from nature you collect.
• Furs and blankets.
• Making you a new spear (though you're not very good with it).
• Helping you fix your arrows.
• Offering you a lot of his hunting. Damn it! he practically threw a huge boar at your feet, and your only reaction was to worry about putting him in danger.
•Following you everywhere now, and oh... scaring away the other males, as much as he can, with just a glance.
• More time alone, where he tries to impress you, so you'll see him fish and hunt... And then he takes you to see him catch a wild horse!.
•FLOWERS! He leaves flowers everywhere, tied to your horse, between your baskets, on your doorstep (He doesn't even know if you know it's him, he just leaves them there).
And it becomes so frustrating when you don't respond to them. You don't realize it, but he doesn't know you're not reading his signals.
Noa refuses to tell you directly. Initially, he's afraid of your reaction, that you'll be scared off, or that it will simply ruin the friendship. He'd rather have you as just a friend (and contain all thoughts) with you than not have you at all.
Secondly.... tradition, in the Eagle Clan, choosing and courting is done through actions rather than words.
The male is supposed to act, show off, impose, and to keep others away. And the female accepts or rejects.
So your lack of acceptance gifts makes Noa think it's a silent rejection.
Anaya and Soona try to convince him otherwise, but he refuses to discuss it with you. How could you not know? Soona surely told you about these clan customs.
And yes, you knew it, but you were too insecure and thought you were misinterpreting him.
Actually, half of his actions seemed just a little more intense than his normal behavior: He always brought you gifts, shared his food, grumbled or gave you that look when you spent too much time with another male—friend jealousy—you thought. It could happen.
The only thing that really threw you off was the boar carcass at your feet, and you froze. That did make a noise, but the thought quickly left your head. "A WILD BOAR? YOU HUNT A WILD BOAR?" It was practically a scolding. "It's not necessary, it's too dangerous!" That offended Noa, and he definitely took it as disapproval. You didn't think he was strong enough, suitable enough for your choice...
This whole situation drives Soona and Anaya crazy, so they plan to intervene on their own, without Noa knowing.
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So Soona makes you follow her through the woods, to the river, where Anaya and Noa are arguing. She stops you before you try to greet them, and urges you to hide.
"And what am I supposed to say to her?" Noa said. The conversation had been going on for a while before both of you arrived.
"Tell her how you feel?" Anaya replied glancing sideways at you, that you appeared next to Soona among the trees.
"I... I don't know... I...Just-Agh!... " Noa was getting frustrated.
"Think... why her?"
Noa paused, breathed, thought, and remembered. Everything, every moment since he met you, since you became close. When both started spending time together, when you both discovered new things about each other, every comment, every story. When both began to be vulnerable with each other, when both began to be an emotional pillar for each other.
That time you worried about taking care of him when he was hurt, and how good it felt, knowing that you appreciated him. That time he thought he would lose you, and felt like he would die too. All the times he imagined that one day you would simply leave, and be happy with someone else, and he… he would have to accept it, but… but it would destroy him. If he allows himself to be selfish, he would prefer that you keep him.
"Because... Because I can't imagine my life without her by my side anymore, just by my side... She makes me happy, because she understands me, she gives me peace when she's around, she makes me stronger. She gives me what I don't have and strengthens what I already am. Her voice, her laughter, her comments about everything she sees, when she gets angry, when she cries over silly things and then gets embarrassed, everything, it's all of them... she is my whole world now, and I can't breathe if she's not there... and... and I don't want anyone else. I want her, i want to protect her and make her happy too... and...-"
He forces himself to stop when he sees Anaya, almost in tears "No... No... Continue..." He wiped away his tears and sobbed.
"I CAN'T TELL HER ALL THAT. HOW DO YOU THINK SHE'D REACT—?"
"Is... is that true?" You interrupt him by emerging from among the trees, your eyes bright and expectant, your breath caught in your throat.
Noa doesn't answer you; he looks at Soona and then glares at Anaya, accusing him. "Did you...? Both?" He understood the plan immediately.
"We'll leave you two alone." Anaya laughs nervously and follows Soona. "You have a lot to discuss. Bye."
The whole time you never stopped looking at him, your eyes wide and full of hope and anticipation. Noa must have been very unsure of himself not to notice the desire in your eyes for him to say yes.
You both looked at each other for a bit longer before he started to stutter. "I... mmm... actually..." Noa wanted the earth to swallow him alive
You nodded and seemed to follow the words with your eyes, as if searching for confirmation, affirmation, anything that resembled a yes, among everything that came out of his mouth.
"N...no..." He answered you.
"Oh..." Noa noticed how your entire body language change and fell, lowering your shoulders and gaze "...Okay" You almost whispered and turned to leave.
"No, wait...Yes?" he doubting.
You turned around and looked at him in confusion. "Yes?" you repeated, tilting your head "I need you to be more direct with me" You demanded with more seriousness and firm now, but your tone remained as soft as at the beginning.
Noa took a breath and approached you.-I wasn't... direct enough?- he reproached you.
You frowned "Mmmh No...? of course n—" You were left thinking, and turned your eyes back to him again "Oh..." You almost slapped yourself in the face... "I didn't know! How could I? What am I supposed to do?" You started speaking desperately so that he would believe you and praying you wouldn't have ruined everything. "Wait... we're talking about... that, right?..."
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"OH, IT CAN'T BE, THEY'RE BOTH EQUALLY INSECURE, JUST SAY IT" Anaya almost screams from the bushes next to Soona "shh" silences him with an elbow to prevent him from ruining the moment that was forming.
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"We didn't talk about it..." He start.
"We did." You pointed to yourself.
Noa took a breath and closed his eyes for a second... "What I said is true... I... I don't want anyone else... i choose you... for my whole life... would you be... my mate?" he said, FINALLY, letting out the air and all his feelings.
You smiled at him with all the tenderness and sweetness you could express with your face. With all the love you had for him in your soul. -"Yes" you said, at the same time handing him a feather you took from one of your braids... "YEEES!!!." You shouted again while jumping little.
Noa stopped your excitement, cupping your face and then pulling you toward him so your foreheads touched.
You felt an overwhelming relief, so much so that you wanted to cry. It was something you had accepted as impossible, and it was happening "I love you..." you said to him, some running down your face "Oh, I can't be so cheesy." You laughed, smiling, drying her tears with your hands
"I love you too." Your foreheads were still pressed together.
"Noa?" You took his face in both hands and looked into his eyes."Can I... kiss you?" Noa nodded with a little smile.
It was a soft, short kiss, but full of love.
And then another, and another, and more. With little giggles interrupting each one and both were starting to get more passionate when they interrupt. "What are you doing?" Anaya was totally confused. "What are you doing to her mouth?" Noa shoved him off, right in his face.
"They were spying" you said, trying to hide how blushed you were.
"Hey, We've worked too hard not to know how this will all end." Soona also appeared
You stifled a giggle. "well.. thanks." You looked at Noa, filled with longing to kiss her again. "Really, thank you... both" You turned to both and hugged them
"Yeah yeah yeah..." Anaya interrupted you "But really, what were you doing?" He repeated it until you had to explain...
"You know what kisses are, Naya, they're a sign of affection… love"
"Friends love each other, can I have one?" You knew he was just joking, but Noa beat you to it. "No! Shall we go?"
"Will you let them see it?" Soona interrupted him, pointing to the feather you had given Noa, he still had it in his hand.
The feather, your feather, you looked at it. If the others noticed that Noa had a feather, they would know that someone had accepted him, and if they looked carefully, they would know perfectly well that it was from your bird. None of this was going to go unnoticed.
Did Noa want it? Or was it supposed to be a secret?
"Should we say it?" You asked uncertainly.
"Mother knows" He answered you -and says she loves you as a daughter-in-law- Noa laughed; it was funny that he sometimes used human terms.
That gave you relief. "And... how will we tell the elders?" You added.
"Oh... right... that will be a problem." Noa looked at the rest of the group.
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