Febhyurary Codex - Ursa wir Galvus
[04/ 28] Collected
"How delightfully strange to see my sour sister smiling so. She seldom did growing up, ever the serious one, and now here she is—on the arm of the woman she loves, amid the romance of roses and sun, as if our blood had never burdened her at all."
—Lucrecia "Cress" Galvus
27 concentrating on the movement of the other's chest from the recent ask :3
Also using @femslash-february light prompt: "Tell me again". Just some fluff with Oviine and Lucia. :3
Lucia Junius, exhausted from her day's work, locked her office door behind her, and headed outside. As was normal for Ishgard after the Calamity, a light snowfall was falling from the evening sky. The street lamps gave illumination to that which had been accumulating. Lucia pulled her scarf close around her and began heading home.
When she entered the house, she was immediately greeted by Binks, Oviine's black cat familiar. Binks rubbed his face over Lucia's shins, purring. "Demanding already?" Lucia teased. "I doubt Oviine was too busy for you, little one."
Lucia caught a whiff of potato soup, something Oviine loved to make. The stove was off, but the pot was covered, keeping some warmth in. Lucia lifted the lid to stir it. Not cold yet, she thought. I wonder if Oviine also made bread for it.
One of Oviine's hobbies was cooking, and had been since she was a child. Lucia considered herself lucky that she'd found a wife with such skill. Of course, Oviine was also incredibly intelligent and gifted with magicks, and absolutely beautiful to boot. Thinking about her always brought a smile to Lucia's face.
But, oddly, she hadn't stirred when Lucia came in.
Lucia first went upstairs, Binks at her heels. She stuck her head in their bedroom, but Oviine was not there. She was not in the bathroom either. And then, Lucia remembered...
Oviine's other favorite hobby was reading.
Lucia headed for the study and gently opened the door. And there was Oviine, her head on the desk, sound asleep. She'd fallen asleep reading a history of the Black Shroud and its Elementals. Her braids swirled around her neck and shoulders, moving with her chest as the Elezen woman snoozed.
Lucia quietly stepped over, her eyes watching Oviine's breathing. It was relaxing to her, seeing her wife so peaceful and content. Binks, for his part, hopped up on Oviine's back, curling into a little croissant.
Lucia sat down, wanting to watch but not wake her. Oviine had recently returned from a trip to help Sigrun out with an issue in Gyr Abania, and was likely still tired from traveling. What a beautiful view, Lucia thought.
Unfortunately, she felt a sneeze forming in her nose. No, dammit. She tried to sniffle it down, but unfortunately it wouldn't stay back, and--
The sneeze made both Oviine and Binks jump, the latter seeking shelter under a shelf. Oviine looked around before focusing on Lucia. "Oh, hello, love."
"Did you sleep well?"
"I did."
"Still keeping yourself busy. The soup looks good."
"You haven't eaten yet?" Oviine rubbed her eyes, getting that weird crust from their corners.
"I was waiting for you, love."
"You didn't have to."
"I wanted to, Oviine."
She shook her head, smiling. "How lucky I am to have such a patient wife."
"Tell me that again," Lucia teased.
"I'll do you one better." Oviine got up, drawing Lucia close to her. "How lucky I am to have the most wonderful woman as my wife."
Lucia leaned in for a soft kiss, each other's lips warm and welcoming. Oviine led her upstairs, talking about her day. And that was enough, for Lucia.
