Tuktirey Sully; pretty, clever, and strong-tempered.
After having to put with a very eventful childhood, Tuktirey had lived nearly six years of her life with very little to distress or vex her.
But of course, all good things must come to an end.
And after what seemed to be the best years of her life, something new appeared in the picture. It was obnoxious and nerve-wracking, and its name was engraved into her head like the regret of a thousand sinners.
"Otanur!" She slammed her brush against the table next to her, turning around abruptly.
"I just got here! Why are you already yelling at me!?" The young man sat correctly on the couch, leaving his books aside.
"You are invading my space!" Tuk cleaned the paint on her hands with a rag lying around.
"I have been doing that for five years, why are you feeling bothered only now?" Otanur scoffed in disbelief.
"I've been feeling bothered since the first time you set foot in this town, but only now you chose to listen." She muttered, grabbing her paint palette again.
"I thank for your tender words, they have a way to warm one's heart." He grabbed his chest dramatically.
"Quiet." She hissed at him.
"Yes, ma'am." He chuckled. He took the book and sighed to resume his reading, but the sound of Tuktirey placing her tools back down made him groan. "I didn't even do anything! You cannot possibly complain!"
"You are breathing too loudly, which is annoying beyond thinking."
"You are really on edge today, why?" He leaned against the armrest to look at her, legs comfortably laying along the couch. "Are the colors not mixing right? Or have you perhaps made a mistake?"
"I don't make mistakes. Nothing is enough to make my pulse waver." She frowned at him, taking her apron off with a heavy sigh.
"That's right, how dare I? Please forgive me, oh great artist." Otanur moved when Tuktirey pushed his legs away to take a seat next to him.
"Don't you have more important things to do, rather than occupying space in my art studio all day?"
"Do you mean your attic?" He grinned. "Matter of fact, I do. But I find hiding from my mother most entertaining."
"And why do I get to be the one to suffer the consequences of it?"
"Any other woman would be dying to have my attention to herself for at least five minutes. Count your blessings, TukTuk." He whispered teasingly.
"Stop calling me that!" She leaned in to pinch his arms.
"But is so fun to see you go all flushed in the face! Why would I prive myself of such pretty sight!?" He laughed loudly, doing his best to avoid her attempts to hit him.
"You are a man with a brain and reasonable ability, so stop bothering me, and find something productive to do!"
"This is productive! I have a reason to be here, truly!" He leaned in. "Would you be willing to paint a portrait for me?"
"A portrait?"
"Yes, my mother has been insistent to have a family portrait now that my sisters are of age, though I believe it is just an excuse to take my father's portrait off the wall."
"Though I sympathize with your situation, I'm afraid I worry about myself more. I believe no one in this world hates me more than your mother. I'm not willing to dive into the snakepit."
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To our little ones || Aonung x Neteyam
Fanfic"My dearest, Give all my children a kiss, tell them I think about them by day, pray for them by night, and find my best comfort in their affection. I know it seems like a very long time before I see them but remind them, we may all work, so these ha...
