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 Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 9:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:51 pm
Pondering Little Ones
After the conversation with Natsu on the beach, Viveka found himself sitting at the kitchen table with a hot cup of tea in his hands. Natsu firmly believed that they could be parents through surrogacy, at least on his side of the topic, something that made Viveka nervous for a list of reasons. On one hand, he felt as though Natsu was right and that pursuing a surrogate would be a good idea, while on the other hand, the idea of wandering around and asking women to help them would be offensive. Why would someone want to help them? They were a male couple of different racial backgrounds, who would consider them? They could easily be punched or simply laughed at if they tried, which Viveka didn't feel like dealing with.
The ice man lifted a hand off of his tea and ran it through his hair, just as Ogbonna bounded his way into the room, his usual excitement jarring breaking Viveka from his thoughts. He didn't know what it was about the way the boy behaved that made him smile, but it was really endearing. He was childlike, but mature enough to become a guard. Mycah and Sangita had raised him well, hadn't they? He simmered into the back of his chair and sighed, his thoughts moving to Mycah and Sangita's relationship. Sangita was from Tale, Mycah was from Sauti, making Ogbonna a hybrid child... He wondered just how hard it was to raise a child of that sort. Then, his eyes perked a little.
Natsu and Mycah were an interesting case, too, weren't they? They were the children of two men who asked their best friend to be their surrogate... His smile brightened.
...Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea.
Osha and Moka had done it and found Pan, Natsu's mother, and made the very man that had brought him into this family. Surely someone would be willing to help further the dream of two men who wanted nothing more than to raise a child or two? Maybe more? His pursed lips mellowed into a smile, a sense of assurance replacing that of fear, until Ogbonna collided with a nearby table, and it popped open into a gasp.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:52 pm
Silhouettes
The mere idea of a woman's body sent Viveka into a swirl of confusion, so how was he supposed to be able to pick one as his surrogate? He was slightly embarrassed at how easy it was for Natsu to describe women just as he would describe another member of their sex, and hated how he would blush as Rastian prattled on about how fascinating a woman's breasts were, it was almost as if he had gone back to being a child again! He didn't want to hear about how sweet they could smell or how gentle their caresses could be, and he certainly couldn't handle the idea of... Intercourse. Just a second's thought about it sent chills running through his body! Across his arms, through his legs, spinning around his head like a halo of stars, it was almost the same as when he thought about Natsu!
And, Bergchi knows, that meant so much more than he would ever allow himself to believe.
Up until the chat he had with Natsu none of these feelings had ever existed, even if that was a pretty little lie. The very center of his gentle little soul knew that he was as bisexual as the winds would blow, but the workings of his mind told him that it would be best if no one ever knew. His heart was Natsu's with a capital N-A-T-S-U, and it was simply wrong to have feelings for anyone else, let alone a woman. Yes, he could oggle a man all he liked as he went along his way and drink in every curve in his shadow, from his weapon to the hairs upon his head. But the curves upon the dainty features of a passing woman were avoided like the plague, but not out of preference, out of decency. Should he ever, ever, upon this Earth, find the silhouette of a woman as intriguing as that of his lover's own familiar mold, it was as damning as the act of cheating would be, despite how illogical it sounded. But, it happened, more than he would ever like to admit, and it was infuriating and frustrating to have to toss it away with the trash as if his feelings were as low as the dirt upon his heels. There were times, that he would call weaker than most, where all he wanted to do was leave his perch upon the porch and indulge in what he thought was indecent, but it was always denied by the bars he had set for himself the day he married the man of his dreams. Or was it before? When he professed himself to his sun-kissed boyfriend upon the mountains and shared the floor of his cellar with him when it looked as though their relationship was coming to an end? Even then, yes, even then, he couldn't bear the thought of sharing that moment with a woman, even if Ejie had been quite a beauty herself.
...Still, perhaps now that they were discussing surrogacy, it would be his chance to let these feelings go. To... Trade his unpaid glances in for a night of guilt free indulgence. He could literally have all he wanted for one night and never ever have to do it again. The idea was appealing, almost like a present waiting to be opened, until a creeping voice wriggled it's way through the woodwork.
What if he wanted more than just one night?
(Word count: 576)
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:53 pm
War Time Paranoia
"I don't understand why you need to be so stubborn, Rastian!" Viveka shouted as his brother's figure made it's way out the door. "You've only just come back from the brink of death and you want to jump right back in? Are you out of your mind?"
He knew his words would be lost on the Monk the minute he opened his mouth to speak, and it made him livid. His brother, his one and only brother, had been home not but three months from his near death experience in Jauhar and was already talking about packing and leaving for the front lines of the coming war! Hadn't he given the family enough heart attacks this year? How could Rastian even imagine fighting in the state that he was in? His arm was just getting strong enough to punch again, how was he supposed to keep up with the other soldiers? Sure, the war was a good three months away, from what Qasim had explained, but there was no telling what could happen in that time. For all he knew there could be a fire in Mez, or a plague, or a stampede of Mammu, before then, and he almost hoped that something like that would happen! He flew after his brother and hovered around him in a pleading manner, his hands moving between clasped and rapidly flailing about.
"Are you sure you don't want to sit this one out?" He asked. "I don't think you should be going, really, it could mean your death! War isn't something you just jump into and I just... Are you even listening to me? Rastian? Rastian!"
His calls were paid no heed as the purple haired man trotted off towards the beach, leaving his anxious brother behind in the dust. Viveka clenched his fists and heaved a sigh down to the earth, before turning back towards the house and slamming the door. Well, if he wanted to go to war and get himself killed, then he'd go with him to make sure his body came back in one piece!
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:55 pm
Mining And Tea
Viveka, days after arguing with Rastian about participating in the war, received word that he had been given special permission, thanks to his brother, no less, to mine in a cave close to his father's home. This mine, harboring various colors of crystal, was private and largely unused by it's owners, who lived up the slopes a mile or so away from where it was, and had been on Viveka's mind for quite some time. He had always wanted to try sculpting with crystal, espescially if it were clear or blue-ish in hue. The ideas were already rolling inside of his head as his brother handed him the official papers he would need to get in and went about his usual business, before he suited up in his best winter cloak and made his way to Zidel.
He visited with his father first, who had practically caught him by the back of his hood and dragged him to the house. He wanted to know everything that had happened to Rastian and needed to be soothed, repeatedly, over a makeshift lunch he had hastily prepared. However, as soon as Viveka finished his explaining and was given the window of chance to wave the pass he had been given around a bit, his father soon changed the subject and allowed him to hustle back out of the house, with a few snacks tucked away for later. The mine he was heading to was within a stretch and around a corner from his father's home, tucked away in a nook off the side of crossroads to the village square, and was currently being owned by an older couple who couldn't do much with it anymore. Part of him wanted to ask for the deed if they could no longer care for it, but, as he approached the path that would lead him to the mine, the sheer size of the man standing patiently outside of it made him reconsider.
"Good day! I'm Viveka, Zevian's son!" He greeted, pointing back down the path he had come from. "...Are you one of the owners of this mine? I have the documents needed to mine here, from my brother, Rastian. Have you met with him?"
The man whom he'd called out to spun around quickly, as if startled, only to grin at the sight of the smaller man before him. He wandered forward, his footsteps leaving craters in the snow, and gave Viveka a tight squeeze around the shoulders.
"'Ello there, my boy!" He exclaimed, giving a chuckle. "The name's Ahanu, and I've been expecting you! Your brother explained all about you and your profession and I'm more than 'appy to meet you! He was a bit of a bitter sort, your brother, is he always that way?"
The unexpected embrace from the man gave Viveka's heart a bit of a start, even if he knew it meant him no harm. The sheer size of this man was reminiscent of Yaholo and Gyuri, who were nearly as big as his front door and as solid as stone, but his demeanor struck a familiar bell, one that Viveka couldn't quite place. He managed a laugh along with the man as he released him from his grasp and shook his head rapidly at the question about his brother.
"Oh, was he really? I'm sorry!" He replied, rolling his eyes. "Rastian can be quite a terror if he feels like it, which, of course, gets him into all sorts of trouble. He's already offended two elders and gotten himself close to death, so, I can't imagine what he's gone and said to you."
Ahanu let out a burst of deep chested laughter as Viveka scrambled to apologize for Rastian's behavior and placed a hand upon his shoulder.
"Ah, he was nothing more than hungry, that's all!" He assured, shaking his head. "I gave him some tea and dried meat along with the papers this morning because he looked about as skinny an' white as a Mammu tusk. He drank that tea as if it were holy water and ate like it too. Very thankful, he was, no need to worry about that. Your father raised you two quite well with your manners, 'e must be very proud."
Viveka smiled, though albeit awkwardly, and sighed in relief. Rastian had a god awful habit of leaving the house before eating, which would make him the most ornery sod until he sought out something of value to eat, so what Ahanu had explained wasn't something out of the ordinary. He allowed himself to relax and chuckle, his smile gradually becoming more honest and free.
"We hope so, we certainly hope so." He said, nodding. "Our father is someone we look up to, even if we don't always see eye to eye. I hope we're making him proud on some level."
"Mmmm, yes, I'm assured y'are." Ahanu replied, before giving Viveka's shoulder a quick pat. "Now, enough chit chat, how's about I show you around the mine? I hope you brought your tools, because I want you to be able to take some of this home with 'ya, and this stuff don't come down by us'in 'ya bare hands!"
He gave Viveka a gentle push towards the mine entrance and grabbed a torch from the hook at the side. After lighting the torch and navigating the narrow carved stairs, he doused the torch with water and turned towards Viveka.
"Now, I only did that because I want you to get the full effect of the beauty in this cave, so don't get yourself all twisted!" He laughed, ushering Viveka forward. "Just hold onto me a minute and I'll guide 'ya to where we're going. Be careful not to drag me though! I may look strong, but I'm older than I'll ever let you know."
Viveka allowed himself to be guided, despite initially fearing the darkness of the mine. He felt oddly comfortable with Ahanu, as if he'd met him before, and only felt uneasy if the other man paused along the way. He didn't know how far into the mine they had gone, but once Ahanu stopped and re-lit the torch, he understood the reason behind the walk in the darkness. Everywhere around them, from the floor to the ceiling, was crystal. Piles upon piles of pure, untouched rock just waiting to be mined and taken out into the light. Viveka could scarcely breathe!
"B-by Bergchi's grace, this is stunning!" He exclaimed while he extended a hand out to touch a cluster upon the wall in front of him. "...Are you sure I'm allowed to take some of this? You wouldn't want to have it to yourself? They're all so magnificent!"
"Yeah, I'm sure! I wouldn't've brought 'ya here if I weren't!" Ahanu replied. "You can take as much as you can carry in any way possible, my husband an' I can't bear to see it go to waste for much longer. Just too pretty to leave here, 'ya know?"
He leaned up against the opposite wall, right underneath a cluster of red-ish crystal, and smiled.
"Go on, have at it! We'll leave in two hours for tea time back at the house." He said, chuckling. "Should give you enough time to get a decent cloak load of crystal, if that's your style! I'll be behind you resting until then, just nudge me if you need anything!"
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Two hours of fruitful mining and a one sided nap later, the pair set off from the cave entrance and arrived at Ahanu's house just in time for tea to be served by Ahanu's husband, Oriander. The living room was warm and inviting, and decorated with various animal pelts and items from Oriander's travels as a treasure hunter. Many of the items were arrow themed or had to do with archery, which Ahanu laughed at, citing that Oriander was both in love with him, as well as in love with his profession, which was archery. The odd sense of familiarity struck Viveka quite a few times as the trio chatted through the remainder of the afternoon, especially when Ahanu would laugh or boss Oriander around the house. However, even as he headed out the door and said his goodbyes, Viveka couldn't quite place the feeling that he had. Ahanu was just so familiar, like a friend he had never met. Not a father, not an elder, but a friend. Even the name pounded against his chest like a knock at the door. He allowed himself to walk slowly on his way home just to think about the odd couple he had just spent the day with, and, ultimately, he thought it was best not to dwell upon it. After all, he had gathered quite a bit of crystal and needed to get it home and into his workshop so that he could practice with it during the night. He was sure that Ahanu, and Oriander, were just an ordinary couple and had nothing more to tell about themselves than what he had already seen today.
Even if Ahanu was Leaf, and Oriander, was Ice.
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Posted: Mon Feb 24, 2014 11:56 pm
Two Types Of Mediums
"Dinner was wonderful, Natsu!" Viveka called from his position at the end of the hall. "I'll be in my work room late tonight, so don't wait up!"
The sound of the door slowly clicking shut behind him sent a shiver of excitement up his spine as his hands dove for the sack of crystal he had brought home from Zena. His tools were all lined up and organized, the desk clear of any debris, and the light of his oil lamp was positioned at just the right angle, all waiting to be used for their owner's chosen craft. He dug through the sack a while until he found a piece large enough to work with, but easy enough to carry, and placed it in the center of his desk. The light of his lamp shone upon the many marks upon the crystal and caused it to glitter, echoing Viveka's eager amber eyes. He would create a sculpture of a person, possibly his mother, or his father, or maybe, his brother, and nothing alive on this earth would be able to stop him.
Sixty minutes ticked by and the lamp was almost half-way empty. Viveka cursed under his breath as the flame flickered and wavered along his delicate creation's face and half-done torso. She was coming along nicely, but would likely need days of work to be completed, unless he worked all night to get her body done. Then there was her hair, and her dress, and the extra colored crystal that would be needed for her details... He sighed and resolved to continue until his lamp needed more oil.
"Hold still won't you?" He mumbled to the sculpture as he gently made dents for her eyes. "You won't look very well if I take off your head by accident, will you?"
RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!
"GOOD GRACIOUS!" He shouted, startled by the sudden tapping sound upon his window. "What in the name of Bergchi was that noise?"
He stood and leaned over his desk to peer out the window, only to shake his head. It was probably an animal outside making a fuss, or Ogbonna practicing into the night again, nothing to get excited about. He turned his head, grabbed the utensil he had been using, and settled back into working again. However, as the light of his lamp flickered, he realized that the sculpture was gone!
"Oh, no! Did I drop it?" He cried, hopping down from his chair and scrambling across the floor. That sound could have been him dropping the sculpture, not a sound from outside! But, hadn't it been in his hand when the noise started? He shuffled and checked and shuffled and checked again and again, until, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure. He stood, dusted himself off, and rolled his eyes.
"Vitani, give it back." He said, approaching the spirit in the corner of the room. "It's going to be you and it's meant as a gift for dad, please allow me to finish it."
The spirit gave him a voiceless laugh and met him half-way across the room. Quietly, they hugged on another, before Vitani hovered towards the window. Viveka watched her smile and wave, and sighed as she vanished into thin air, leaving him to work once again.
"...It's been years since I've seen you." He mumbled, carving another dent around where her neck would be. "... I hope that isn't an ill omen."
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:12 pm
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2014 12:50 am
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 11:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 11:03 pm
Hello, Hogarth
After his brother found an entire box of Raptrix pup on their doorstep, Viveka found himself the target of constant questioning. Did he want a puppy? Did he want to own a dog? Could he please take one of these puppies as his own before the entire village lost it's mind? The sculptor had taken a faint interest in the pups as they wriggled and flopped around aimlessly across the kitchen floor, and ultimately couldn't decide if he needed on or not. Sure, puppies were cute and wonderful companions when they got older, but they were a huge responsibility to have regardless of age or size. Rastian, however, didn't seem to want to relent, and repeatedly stressed the greatness of having a dog to carry Viveka's tools up and down the mountains. Thus, with a sigh, Viveka gave into his brother's begging and decided to pick a pup to train as his tool hound.
"I don't want one that's too aggressive." He said, with all nine pups crawling all around him. "or one that might run off if I turn my back. They have to be reliable if they're going to be working with me, Rastian."
As he spoke, Rastian began to move puppies away from Viveka until, eventually, only one remained. This pup, colored like the sand, lay smack dab in the center of Viveka's chest, seemingly sleeping the conversation away. It only took a minute of petting and cooing for Viveka to giggle and give the pup a name.
"Hello, Hogaaaarth, who's my good boy, eh?" He chuckled as the pup licked his chin. "You're so sweet and snuggly and ooooh! You're going to be so handsome when you grow up, aren't you?"
From that day forward, Hogarth grew in leaps and bounds, and learned to carry Viveka's tools with an air of pride and importance. Even if the slopes of Zena were just a little too tempting to roll around in sometimes, Hogie, as he was eventually dubbed, never once had to fear the wrath of his owner's voice. All he had to do was drown the sculptor in kisses and he was guaranteed to avoid punishment. Just as long as he didn't knock any of the sculptures down in the process.
(Word count: 375)
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 12:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 12:00 am
Something Is Not Right
There was something in the air that morning that made Viveka's skin crawl. He swiveled out of his bed in slow motion and allowed the blanket to drift off his thighs and onto the floor. It was cold, colder than he'd ever felt before, and the autumn winds had yet to blow. He shuffled down and into the kitchen in search of his coat, only to find a familiar face seated at the table, one that sent chills up his spine.
"Alright, alright!" He exclaimed, waving his hands towards the visage that was his deceased sister. "You've made yourself known, now, please, I'm freezing! Stop with this dramatic chill, it's well over the top!"
He found himself in bed again not but a second later, this time with the blankets in a heap at his side. Infuriated, he scrambled towards the kitchen to confront Vitani again, only to find, to his relief, that he was, in fact, awake. She had been plaguing his dreams ever since the war had ended, her gaze as cold as the slopes in a blizzard, and it had become quite a bother to him. He slumped against the table, exhausted, and allowed the sunlight from the front door to cascade across his weary eyes, until, as if coming to a realization, they flew open.
"Something isn't right. You're communicating in the daytime." He muttered, racing back to his room again. "This has to do with dad, something with dad, I've got to get Rastian!"
He grabbed a pen and some discarded pages from Natsu's side of the bed and scrawled out a letter to his brother, urging him to come as quickly as he could. The note was then passed on to Mycah, who was heading to Jauhar with Ogbonna, and told them to hurry it along to him. Then, with his cloak tied on tightly, he made his way to his father's home.
"Dad?" He called as he approached the front gates. "It's just me, Viveka! I've come to check on yo-"
Suddenly, springing from the front door, came his father. The older man came at him fast and shoved him harshly in the chest, before racing back into the house and slamming the door. Viveka, shocked and confused, scrambled to get back up onto his feet again, and reached his hand out to his father as he left.
"What did I do?" He screamed, tears welling in his eyes. "If you're not in a good mood you don't need to shove me away! Tell me what's wrong, dad! I'm worried!"
As he shuffled towards the door, a sudden wind blew towards him, causing him to shriek and duck to the side. When he rose again, his gaze turned towards where his mother's statue stood, and he let out another shrill scream.
"MOTHER! OH, MOTHER!" He screamed, racing to the rubble that was the statue he had made. "No, no, NO! This was your memorial! Your GRAVE!" He clawed at the snow and dirt that covered the broken pieces, his body shaking with every sob. "How did this happen? Who could have done this? This will take me days to fix! Even weeks! Why? WHY? This is so cruel!"
All of the space around him seemed to fade into white until all he could see before him were the broken pieces of his mother's statue before him. All his hard work, his dedication to his mother's life, love, and beauty, now lay in shambles along the ground. He growled, spat, and cried as he tried to find the pieces that fit together, only to scream as the pieces he held shattered further and further. It was no use, she was gone! Every single piece of her was gone and there was nothing he could do to fix her! He sat back on his heels and rocked, his dirt stained hands moving to cover his face. All he could think about was who could have been so cruel to do this. Who was so heartless and barbaric that they would stoop so low as to destroy a memorial to a beloved wife and mother? He clutched his chest where his father had shoved him and wheezed, before his eyes grew distant. No, his own father? He... He loved his mother... He had always loved his mother! How could he do something like this? Did he? Was he truly capable of breaking something so precious like this? Again, he sobbed, his voice sharp and hoarse.
"Dad, why? Why would you break mom like this? What did she ever do to you?" He heaved, leaning forward again. "...I would've taken her down to Mez if you didn't want to see her anymore, you know I would've! It didn't have to come to something like this! Why didn't you just ask me? Why, dad, why?"
Of course, all of him wanted nothing more than to rule his father out of having anything to do with this crime against him and his mother, but by the way he had behaved only minutes ago it was clear to see that speaking with him about it now would only lead to further injury. His mind went through loops for the next hour, the wind blowing furiously beside him. He was cold, disturbed, and angry, but could do nothing but clutch his arms to his sides and linger upon the mess before him. How could his father do this, if he had? Was he ready to move on with his life? Did he not want to see her face every morning anymore? If so, then why didn't he ask Viveka to take the statue away? He would've done it without question and placed it outside his window if it truly bothered his father that much to see her! But, instead, he had the audacity to destroy her, to remove her face from this world like her fall had done nearly a decade before. It was enough to make his blood boil! He wanted to break into his father's home and tear him into pieces! It was the only punishment he could find suitable for a betrayal such as this!
But, as fate had designed, he was frail and without a weapon to defend himself with, and could do nothing to fulfill his desire for revenge. Thus, even as the noontime hour past overhead and the sunlight drifted along the skyline, Viveka kept vigil for his mother and waited for his brother to arrive. He could only hope that Rastian wouldn't stop home to look for him, and come to their father's home as quickly as he could.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 8:42 pm
Beauty On The Snowbank
It had been months since he'd last seen her, with her adorable younger brother on the slopes a mile west of his father's home, and the image of her was still fresh on his mind. Eira, the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and gotten the courage to talk to, was one of the only things on his mind while he loafed about the house nursing his newly acquired broken arm. The curvature of her body, the light in her eyes, and the way she spoke and held herself so well were traipsing across his mind as if it were a field of flowers, and, for once in his life, he didn't mind it. He liked the way he was able to daydream about her so calmly in the cascading sunlight of the afternoon, while the tea was being prepared by his husband in the next room. Natsu, he was just as beautiful, in all realms of comparison, and, the ability to be able to admit that he was allowed to compare him to someone else was a liberation. Years of yearning and denial had lead up to a simple admission over lunch and a pat upon the head from the ray of sunshine that was his Natsu, and had thus amounted to years of wasted time and fuss over something that never truly mattered. Natsu was okay with this woman entering his thoughts and occupying the space he reserved for them to share. Natsu was okay with anything and everything, forever, after all.
He twisted himself into a seated position as the scent of the tea drew near. Natsu had prepared a lavender and peach tea that he had bought from a woman during the war, and though it looked a tad odd and pale, it's taste was sweet and refreshing. The pair sat beside one another, huddled under a blanket like a pair of lovebirds under wing, and nuzzled their cheeks together as they sipped and sighed, in sync, contentedly. Viveka had always loved Natsu for his songs and his whimsy, but the true beauty of his husband was when he felt the most at home and at peace in the quiet of his home. He had a way of speaking with the way he held his cup and cocked a grin that gave Viveka butterflies in his belly and a warmth upon his chest, and it was beautiful. He had married the perfect man who loved him unconditionally and knew him like he knew a thousand year old sonnet, like the one he sang on the day he bent down on one knee. Nothing could ever replace him, and Natsu knew that, and that was why he could give Viveka this freedom so thoughtlessly, so... Selflessly. He could do as he wished and never have to worry about breaking the fragile heart that beat inside of Natsu's chest, just as long as he remained honest and true to his words, espescially when he uttered the three most important to him.
"I love you, Natsu." He whispered as a tender kiss was shared between them. "I am so grateful to you and for all that you do. You are the greatest thing that ever happened to me... And, I hope, always, that I am that same thing to you."
When the teapot ran empty and they had grown tired of being lazy, they donned their respective cloaks and ascended the slopes of Zena. Natsu held tight to Viveka's good arm as they skirted along the glittering fields before them until they reached an even plateau and Viveka could walk on his own. There, in the remaining sunlight of the evening, Natsu's figure pranced about and created shadows against the mountainside, reminding Viveka of the way a dancer moved along in a play or a show. He smiled, then, as his lover carried on, and envisioned Eira dancing beside Natsu, with their shadows moving in time together. The sunset and the peacefulness of the moment enveloped him and paved way for a feeling the Viveka hoped he would never forget. There were two beautiful people that he loved, both filled with the urge to promote and influence beautiful things around them, and he cherished them fervently. The acceptance of this made his own heart dance in time with the shadows beside him, and he knew, now that he'd opened the door, that there would be no going back.
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