Dec 4, 2025
HAVE A COOKIE.
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HAVE A COOKIE.
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“Aulea is going to kill me,” Regis says as he and Fleur stumble through the ruins of an ancient Solheim monastery, “If we get out of this she is going to kill me.”
“I doubt she’d kill you,” Fleur says dryly as she stops to examine a mural on one of the walls, “You’re too useful.”
“Thank you, Fleur. Always good to know that my wife to be finds me merely useful.”
Fleur shrugs and saunters down a path that Regis is certain holds some deathly trap or animal and he cannot help but curse and grab her by the arm to yank her back.
He overestimates his grip and Fleur winds up pressed against his chest. She blinks up at him, heterochromatic eyes glowing eerily in the dark. Not for the first time Regis wonders exactly what Fleur had been before. She never talks about her past life, never references except when talking about how she obtained her variety of skills.
Looking at her like this, Regis feels like he can almost taste the woman Fleur used to be.
“Going to let me go?” Fleur asks, amusement laced through her voice and Regis’ magic wants. It wants to coil around the woman in his arms the way it coils around Aulea when they’re together. Regis’ magic wants to seep into Fleur’s skin and make sure the woman knows that she has a home with him and Aulea, that she always will.
“Of course,” Regis says, eyes darting to Fleurs lips and letting them linger there before he smiles, “Only if you promise not to wander off.”
“I find you again don’t I?”
“Through sheer luck.”
Fleur snorts, as though Regis has said something amusing and tugs her arm out of Regis’ grip.
Regis lets her go, when she takes a step back Regis finds himself missing her warmth.
Fleur pauses. “It’s not luck that lets me find you,” she says, looking Regis in the eye, “It’s your magic, it’s too bright. Like staring into the flame of a lighthouse.”
“You can sense my magic?” Regis asks incredulous.
“Yeah,” Fleur says, “I bet anything that you’d be able to sense mine too if I let you.”
Regis nearly chokes.
Fleur rolls her eyes.
“I’m not a Lucis Caelum, or a Fleuret,” she tells him, “I’m fairly certain none of you can do half of what I can.”
“What can you do?
Fleur grins at her, in the next moment the air around them is filled with stars and flowers bloom under both their feet. Regis goes slack-jawed, and stares at the stars around them in wonder as the magic that fills the air is sharp heat, the wildfire of a star condensed into one being yet so full of life that it almost brings Regis to his knees.
Inside him his magic keens, and it takes everything he has not to let it latch onto Fleur’s.
“What-” As he speaks his the stars begin to fade. “What are you?”
Fleur grins at him wryly. “I ask myself that everyday.”
❝ there’s some fresh clothes there. ❞
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“Thank you.”
Curiosity scrunched her brows together as she gave the room a slow glance over and found a fresh set of clothing sitting on the foot of the bed. Relief flooded into her limbs. To say she was grateful was an understatement. The towel from her shower was still wrapped around her middle, damp hair hung over her shoulders. Scooping up the clothes in one arm, she disappeared around the corner of the bathroom again and pulled them on. The towel was hung on a hook before she stepped back into view again.
Within a few footsteps and a collapse of limbs? Hattie was sprawled out on the bed like a starfish staring at the ceiling above. “I don’t think I could thank you enough for the change of clothes. But for this bed? No amount of words can cover how much I needed this. Seriously,” her head lifted and she met the other woman’s gaze with a small smile. Her fingers wriggled into the air. Toes, too. “Thank you.” And thunk! Her head fell back down again and she sighed so happily it was like she’d been given the greatest gift she’s ever received.
“I’m not moving..ever.”
hi here is an intro. it’s sunny ( aka boo pearl n tink ) so take this as u will ! if u were around when i first picked her up last year its p much exactly the same i just added like 4 points so dfgjdjkghdkhj don’t come for me xoxox luv uuuu. reply to this post if u wish to plot.