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 is supposed to be so very serious, she knows, but she can't help the muffled babble of laughter when Magni picks her up, pressing her face against her shoulder to stop her getting too stern a look from the Priest for not taking this seriously.

Or, at least, she doesn't see it. Her arms going around her shoulders, holding onto her tightly. The drape of her pallu hanging from her shoulder, catching in the breeze as Magni takes her up the hill. "Oh no, I think I am all set up just to enjoy the scenery." She teases right back. Smug like she couldn't be more comfortable.

[villieldr]

Magni can't help a quiet laugh of her own, shaking her head very slightly as she keeps moving, lapsing into a comfortable silence. Her quietness can take such different forms, but this is not the strained silence that haunted them both when first Lakshmi came here.

After close to an hour, or perhaps a little longer, her breath is coming a little more ragged, demanding more effort as she keeps moving. Her arms are aching from the sustained weight and position, and her thighs are burning. There are others doing this walk, but they are still a ways behind them. She doesn't look back to see if all of them are still with them, or if any have given up; part of her suspects that if she does, the Sky Lady will not look kindly on it. Despite the chill air about them, sweat runs down her face, her chest, the back of her neck, and her clothes cling to her back. Her hold on Lakshmi, though, that remains gentle, careful, despite the fatigue.

"Do you think there's cake at the top?"