AU - MAGNI & LAKSHMI

[mahalakshmi]

if you'll be my light, i'll be your shelter

i. first meeting | a non existent engagement and a hasty marriage ii. a tempertantrum in a thunderstorm | sticks and stones may break my bone but words will leave me with crippling anxiety (and a headcold) iii. a kindness of intimacies | nsfw, sometimes, love is like falling into an icy lake iv. just like the battle of troy, there is nothing subtle here | when the world conspires to consistently make you insecure about your wife.

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[mahalakshmi]

It's cacophonous, tumbling all over each other. Very soon, it won't just be kept in this room, and the rest of the household will undoubtedly be dragged in by music and wine if nothing else. The floor slowly being covered in flower petals as they're showered, bright yellow and vibrant, swirling around the women as they dance.

But there is fussing, aunties to tug at her dress, their noses scrunching up - dressing like a northerner, now? Ah, ah, she looked good, was she eating enough? Look at her, look at her, still all fierce, scolding her wife, like this, what was she a harpy, she needed to learn one of these days -

There can be no mistaking it, in that moment, Lakshmi is so deliriously happy, surrounded by those she had not seen in months. Smiling so hard it hurt, and she - well, she has making up to do, as she endures it all, with a word that she has something she needs to do.

If it weren't family, it wouldn't be proper, and they were so dreadfully correct in their rolls most of the time. But she doesn't think to care right at this moment, as she makes for Magni and tumbles herself forward with the surety that Magni will catch her as she drags her down the rest of the way. So that she can kiss her, surely and soundly.

[villieldr]

The bright colours, the radiance of it; she wishes there were some way to capture it all, to keep the memory of this day and these traditions in Talonhold every day. Some grand mosaic on the floor, red and yellows, the leaves like the scattering of petals, but oh, she did not know where to even begin, and perhaps it wouldn’t be right or would be an underwhelming homage rather than a joyous reminder, and she’s chewing her lip as she tries to consider another idea.

Her Rani is returning to her, and Magni runs forward a step to catch her. One hand had caught one of Lakshmi’s, the other steadying at her waist, and then she feels herself being drawn downwards. Smiles as their lips meet, a breath of laughter barely able to escape as she leans into the kiss. Not too long, a little cautious of so many people about even with the relaxed mood, and draws back to look at her wife.

“Good surprise?” A little tentative, if only because the delivery of said surprise had gone a little awry.