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]

She loves the feeling of storms, the cold and the vastness of them, though she knows better than to think they are harmless. Standing on the ramparts, Magni watches as lightning strikes over the great lake, and the wind whistles as it rages through the trees. Looking across the bridge that leads into the village, Magni holds up her hand to try and keep the rain out of her eyes. Lightning strikes down again. Smoke is billowing around orange flame licking up one of the buildings, hard to see in the hammering rain, seeming to come in waves of renewed forcefulness with the turbulent winds.

Running down to the guardhouse she summons some of the guardsmen and they move out across the bridge to help with the fire. Krogstad and members of the household see to gathering blankets and other necessities that might be needed, while they determine just what has happened and the extent of the damage. She and the others are gone for some hours, so that by the time they return is it early evening. Drenched through, skin cold from the chill winds and rain, and face and hands smudges with soot and grime, Magni eventually returns. No lives lost, thankfully, and the building saved, though repairs would be necessary before the bakery would be functional again. She is not— good at being Jarl, not so good at talking to people, but she can take action and help people, and that is something. Today she made a difference and helped her people, and those are the days when she feels like maybe Lakshmi is right, and maybe she can be a strong Jarl.

As she stands in the hall, one of the staff is ready with a bowl of hot water and a towel, and she gratefully scrubs down her hands, lets them warm in the heat as she shakes them out, and as she looks up, she sees her Rani waiting for her. Her heartbeat is still thundering, smile breathless as she sees her wife, and grins at the sight of her. All is well, she would have been told, but there are people here, all around them, and so running to her wife and grasping her up in her arms would be... inappropriate. So she looks to her, mouth tugging into a wide, relieved, exhilarated smile. Moves to her, never mind that she is soaked through, and it is only the awareness of the people about them that stops her from pulling her into a kiss then and there.

Instead she leans down as she reaches her, and murmurs against her ear. "How is my lioness?"