straefrir

          marriage  was  never  promised  to  be  simple.  two  hearts  learning  to  exist  beside  one  another  will  always  have  their  difficult  days.  but  tell  me,  amara…  what  is  it  that  has  truly  wounded  your  spirit?  because  from  where  i  stand,  i  do  not  see  a  man  who  has  forgotten  his  devotion  to  you.  i  still  see  the  way  your  face  softens  when  you  speak  of  him.

         ⠀ ⋆ ‎ح      stopppp   this   is   so  wholesome   
            
                  ⠀ ⋆ ۪  @straefrir  ᥫ᭡.  
            
            have  a  seat,  amara.    (  miško  watched  her  enter  with  a  small  smile,  noticing  the  storm  she  carried  with  her  was  not  the  one  outside.  the  healer’s  lodge  remained  unchanged,  filled  with  the  familiar  scent  of  woodsmoke,  dried  leaves,  and  the  herbs  she  had  spent  years  gathering  by  hand.  the  walls  held  memories  of  quieter  days,  of  old  remedies  and  older  stories  passed  down  through  generations.  she  moved  toward  the  counter  and  lifted  the  small  woven  basket  she  had  prepared  earlier.  each  bundle  inside  had  been  chosen  with  care,  not  because  she  had  been  asked,  but  because  she  already  knew.  sometimes  love  revealed  itself  in  the  smallest  efforts,  in  things  done  without  expectation  of  praise.  )
            
            if  it  had  been  him,  would  i  have  taken  the  time  to  prepare  this  for  you?  they  call  me  a  wise  woman  for  a  reason,  do  they  not?  i  notice  more  than  most.    (  miško  gave  a  faint  amused  smile  as  she  arranged  the  herbs  across  the  table.  she  explained  each  one  as  she  worked,  her  voice  calm  and  patient.  some  were  meant  to  soothe  the  body,  others  to  settle  the  mind,  but  all  of  them  carried  the  same  intention:  a  reminder  that  someone  was  thinking  of  her.  after  some  time,  she  led  amara  into  the  quieter  room  beside  the  hearth,  where  the  rain  could  be  heard  against  the  windows.  they  sat  together  with  warm  tea  between  their  hands,  and  miško  studied  her  expression  carefully.  )

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @solravki ⟯ 
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            *amara steps through the open doorway, leaving her shoes neatly outside before closing the umbrella. rain droplets scatter against the hardwood floor as she places it onto the rack, slipping into the familiar house shoes waiting for her. the warmth of miško’s home settles over her almost immediately, a quiet contrast to the storm outside. slowly, she makes her way through the living room and heads straight toward the kitchen. the cravings have returned, but unfortunately, so has the sharp edge of her temper. she sets the gift bag on the counter before opening the refrigerator, searching through the shelves with growing impatience. a few seconds pass before she pauses, staring at the empty space where she expected to find what she wanted.*    there’s no ice cream?
            
            *amara looks over her shoulder, narrowing her eyes.*   don’t tell me it was him, miško. i thought our secrets were safe.    *she closes the fridge, perhaps with a little more force than necessary, then immediately sighs at herself. pressing her fingers against her forehead, she takes a slow breath. lately, her patience has been thinner than she would like to admit, and the smallest things seem determined to test it.*
            
            yes, and no. argh.  *she shakes her head, leaning against the counter.*  it is a never ending battle of wills in this house. one moment, we are perfectly happy. the next, we are arguing over something ridiculous. then somehow, five minutes later, we are making up as if the entire world is ending.
            
            *amara glances back toward miško, a tired but amused smile tugging at her mouth.*   i swear, i do not know whether i am exhausted or entertained anymore. perhaps both.

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @solravki ⟯ 
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            *she murmurs the last part with quiet amusement before her expression softens.*     hm. spears have become advanced technology in my world now. weapons that can cross distances in seconds, machines that can do what once took armies. yet somehow, it is still the same battle. the mind against the heart. fear against reason.    *her gaze drifts toward the open land ahead of them.*    i suppose some things never change. especially when it comes to people.
            
            *amara exhales softly, her fingers resting over her belly again.*      i only wish this world did not have to be filled with so much violence. i spend my days trying to put people back together after they have been broken apart. sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten how to stop breaking each other in the first place.
            
            /   thank you! 

   ⠀ID:  ⟮ @solravki ⟯ 
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            *amara lets out a soft, brittle laugh, unable to hold herself back. there is too much truth sitting within the elder woman’s eyes for her to pretend otherwise. she sees it. the years carried in silence, the wisdom gathered through hardship, the things miško refuses to say aloud. with a gentleness that comes before thought, amara bends and presses a soft kiss against her forehead. she expects the old woman to swat at her for it, but she does not mind lingering there for a moment longer. something about her reminds amara of the mother she never had growing up, and that old ache still remains somewhere deep within her. she pushes the memories aside before they can take root. unaware of the motion, her hand drifts to her stomach, resting there as she gently caresses the curve beneath her palm. eventually, she settles back into her seat beside miško, letting the quiet of the countryside surround them. the city feels impossibly far away out here. no sirens. no rushing footsteps. no constant demand for her to save someone. only the wind moving through the fields and the weight of an old conversation between two women from different worlds.*     why did you never decide to settle down?
            
            *amara tilts her head, studying her with a faint smile.*    i mean, it is not the olden days anymore, miško. and besides, you are still young. though perhaps too wise for any man foolish enough to approach you.

  ⠀ ⋆ ‎ح         this   is   gorgeous????

@magicker 
            
            /   all yours!