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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[villieldr]

A beautiful day followed by a beautiful night. Winter stretches on, but spring draws ever closer, and with the renewal of the seasons comes the renewal of alliances and the blossoming of new ones. This is one of the times of the year when the lights over Talonhold dance at their brightest, shimmering ripples of colour across the sky, and a wonder to be shared with friends and those most dear. In truth, she could not do this without Lakshmi; under her imagination and guidance, the celebrations of Talonhold had become a greatly admired, famed even. The dancing, the joyousness, and hospitality and generosity of the utmost importance.

And in truth, watching Lakshmi, knowing her, that has inspired Magni. Made her want to think beyond what had been done in the past, and what could be done differently - better.

The Jespersen clan had a poor history with Magni’s father and grandfather, had not warmly welcomed the rise of a new family of working stock to the throne of Talonhold. Some months ago she and the new head of the Jespersens, Valentin, began exchanging letters, and today he, his wife and their two young children are honoured guests, amongst the long-established allies of Talonhold.

(Amongst them Aleksander, who had questioned Lakshmi. Aleksander, who has since promised his loyalty, made apologies.)

It is during the dancing when it happens. Not dancing this dance herself, happier to watch her beloved move and bask in the sight of her, speaking to Lady Kanerva - an old friend of her mother’s, warm and supportive of Magni ever since the shock of Asvaldr’s death. Her brother, an esteemed priest, had been one of those to declare their firstborn truly born of blessed devotion.

A burst of pain near her neck, tearing into her shoulder, and Magni shouts with it. Might have been drowned out by the music, a little. An arrow juts from her shoulder, sinking deep behind her collarbone. Fletched dark blue, one of the colours of the Jespersens, and Magni staggers a step back to hit the wall.