Re: [Mature] Rest Like You Belong Here
Posted: Thu Aug 27, 2020 4:51 pm
Morning, 29 Hamis, 2720
The Ibutatu House, Isla Dzum
The Ibutatu House, Isla Dzum
Aremu took a deep breath. “Aurelie wanted to keep an eye on me,” he said, quietly, “because of my head. She felt I should not, uh, sleep unmonitored.”
Ahura’s eyes narrowed further. “And you agreed?"
Aremu's gaze darted up to her, and then away.
Ahura snorted. "And this is unrelated to all your longing looks at her?”
Aremu’s gaze snapped up. He winced, his head aching; his jaw tightened.
“And all hers towards you?” Ahura’s voice softened, a pinch.
“Hers..?” Aremu asked, startled.
Ahura snorted, looking down at him. “Do you think I am so blind?“ She asked.
“G-good morning,” Aurelie said from behind them, and then made her way into an apology for the state of the floor. Aremu glanced over at her; Ahura came down the last few steps, and looked back at her. The whole of her face was bright red.
Ahura smiled kindly at her. “Good morning, ada'na,” she said in Estuan. “It is only sand. No problem,” she went over and took Aurelie’s hands in hers, searching the younger girl’s face. After a moment, she grinned at her, very wicked, transferring both of Aurelie’s hands to her left, and patting them with her right.
“You come downstairs,” she told them both, competently, finding her way through her thickly accented, sing-song Estuan. “I make you breakfast. Efere is here. He wants to see Aurelie.”
Aremu nodded after a moment.
Ahura smiled sweetly up at Aurelie. She glanced back over her shoulder at Aremu, switcihng to Mugrobi. “You are too much a fool, Aremu. If you let her go, you will never forgive yourself.”
Aremu’s mouth twitched, and his gaze dropped. He nodded, after a moment, and couldn’t think of anything to say. I don’t want to hurt her, he wanted to protest; it’s the last thing I want to do. I didn’t – I never – I thought –
“Aremu very stubborn when sick,” Ahura was saying. She had tucked her arm through Aurelie’s, taking her down the stairs. Aremu followed behind them, his hand tight on the banister. “You keep him rest.” She patted Aurelie lightly on the arm. “I make food good for sick.”
Aremu found himself rather lightheaded at the bottom of the stairs. He held on to the bannister for just a moment, breathing evenly.
“Aurelie!” Efere said, cheerfully. He ran over to Ahura, and threw his arms around Aurelie’s waist, grinning up at her. “Aremu!” He ran over to Aremu next, hugging him. Aremu’s face twitched at a smile; he shifted his weight against the bannister, freeing his hand to rumple the thick tight curls of Efere’s hair.
The room was a mess, Aremu thought, grimacing. The couch was strewn with sand, damp and disarranged where he’d sat on it; there were empty water glasses, and traces up sand up and down the stairs, too, and along the second floor hallway. He couldn’t think about it too much; his head was aching. He let Efere take his hand, the little boy tugging him along, and sank a bit heavily into one of the cleaner looking chairs.
“Aremu?” Efere asked. He squirmed; Aremu sat back from where he’d been leaning forward, his eyes tightly shut. Efere climbed into his lap. “You are tired?” He asked, looking between him and Aurelie.
“Just a bit,” Aremu said, trying again to smile.
Ahura’s eyes narrowed further. “And you agreed?"
Aremu's gaze darted up to her, and then away.
Ahura snorted. "And this is unrelated to all your longing looks at her?”
Aremu’s gaze snapped up. He winced, his head aching; his jaw tightened.
“And all hers towards you?” Ahura’s voice softened, a pinch.
“Hers..?” Aremu asked, startled.
Ahura snorted, looking down at him. “Do you think I am so blind?“ She asked.
“G-good morning,” Aurelie said from behind them, and then made her way into an apology for the state of the floor. Aremu glanced over at her; Ahura came down the last few steps, and looked back at her. The whole of her face was bright red.
Ahura smiled kindly at her. “Good morning, ada'na,” she said in Estuan. “It is only sand. No problem,” she went over and took Aurelie’s hands in hers, searching the younger girl’s face. After a moment, she grinned at her, very wicked, transferring both of Aurelie’s hands to her left, and patting them with her right.
“You come downstairs,” she told them both, competently, finding her way through her thickly accented, sing-song Estuan. “I make you breakfast. Efere is here. He wants to see Aurelie.”
Aremu nodded after a moment.
Ahura smiled sweetly up at Aurelie. She glanced back over her shoulder at Aremu, switcihng to Mugrobi. “You are too much a fool, Aremu. If you let her go, you will never forgive yourself.”
Aremu’s mouth twitched, and his gaze dropped. He nodded, after a moment, and couldn’t think of anything to say. I don’t want to hurt her, he wanted to protest; it’s the last thing I want to do. I didn’t – I never – I thought –
“Aremu very stubborn when sick,” Ahura was saying. She had tucked her arm through Aurelie’s, taking her down the stairs. Aremu followed behind them, his hand tight on the banister. “You keep him rest.” She patted Aurelie lightly on the arm. “I make food good for sick.”
Aremu found himself rather lightheaded at the bottom of the stairs. He held on to the bannister for just a moment, breathing evenly.
“Aurelie!” Efere said, cheerfully. He ran over to Ahura, and threw his arms around Aurelie’s waist, grinning up at her. “Aremu!” He ran over to Aremu next, hugging him. Aremu’s face twitched at a smile; he shifted his weight against the bannister, freeing his hand to rumple the thick tight curls of Efere’s hair.
The room was a mess, Aremu thought, grimacing. The couch was strewn with sand, damp and disarranged where he’d sat on it; there were empty water glasses, and traces up sand up and down the stairs, too, and along the second floor hallway. He couldn’t think about it too much; his head was aching. He let Efere take his hand, the little boy tugging him along, and sank a bit heavily into one of the cleaner looking chairs.
“Aremu?” Efere asked. He squirmed; Aremu sat back from where he’d been leaning forward, his eyes tightly shut. Efere climbed into his lap. “You are tired?” He asked, looking between him and Aurelie.
“Just a bit,” Aremu said, trying again to smile.