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Post by fynli on Feb 9, 2018 16:38:10 GMT -6
 Winding Down
Aisling & Ouusaldus (featuring Primrose)
Osulas, sundown
Human AU
Theme Music
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Post by fynli on Feb 9, 2018 17:56:28 GMT -6
= Aisling =
1 | 261The usual bustle of the city was beginning to die down as the sun slipped beneath the horizon, casting the land in a soft glow. This was one of Aisling’s favorite times- when the world was quiet and calm. She missed the sounds of jungle nightlife, remembering fondly how she’d sleep to the sound of bugs chirping or the distant call of a bird. If she was lucky here, a gentle night breeze would disturb the wind chimes that the Serorans loved to strew outside their doors.
Now she sat beside her child’s crib, singing a quiet lullaby to coax Primrose to sleep. She herself was exhausted but chose to wait for her husband to come home. Adjusting to her new life hadn’t been easy but so far she’d been welcomed. The stress of putting distance between herself and the radicals of the Flight…
Aisling winced inwardly as she pictured Antiope in chains, the furious screams of the woman she once loved echoing in her ears. She didn’t want to be around anyone who still fought for the cause.
A man was dead. His child was dead. All because of the Flight.
Aisling forced the thought from her mind as she focused on what was good. Her baby was here and safe. Ouusaldus and those in the Flock that stayed in Serora were alive. What more could she ask for?
The thought of her husband made her glance back towards the door, waiting expectantly for the curtain to shift and Ouusaldus’ tired face to peer through.
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 9, 2018 22:26:36 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
  
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Slowly, Ouusaldus had begun to become accustomed to life in Osulas. Sedo was beautiful, with it’s roving hills and waves of sand that stretched upon the horizon, to the coast where they had first come in. He could see the appeal from living here, yet in some ways, he missed the encompassing heat and moisture of the jungle. But Ouusaldus was adjusting slowly, encouraged by his wife and those that wished for them to be here, to leave behind their old lives.
Though it seemed that not all things could be left behind. The refugees from the Flock had been asked to slowly integrate themselves into the life of the Serora herd, to find jobs and work together with other Seroran’s and become true members of the herd. It wasn’t long before Ouusaldus found him brandishing his axe once more, becoming what was known as a Skirmisher; a defender of the herd and its people. It suited the old warrior, and he was most definitely not lacking in experience. Ouusaldus was paired with another Seroran, tasked to keep patrol around Osulas and the tunnels that housed those that lived in the city. It wasn’t hard to notice the stares that he and the other refugee flock members received; as inviting as most of the people were, just as many would see them sent back to the Talori. Ouusaldus felt as if he had to tiptoe around them, shield his emotions and do his best to smile and be courteous even when faced with a sour-faced Seroran. But he was adjusting, step by step.
The fading sun was warm on his back as Ouusaldus made his way home, battle axe strapped securely to his back and between his wings. It was a comforting weight, one that he was glad he did not have to relinquish. Pushing his hair back with his hand, Ouusaldus let out a quiet sigh before he held the current open for himself, stepping into their new home. He was greeted by his wife, a warm smile spreading on his face as he stepped towards her, gently kissing her forehead in greeting. Ever since they had stepped onto the sands of Serora, Ouusaldus had watched his wife slowly bloom to the life of a Seroran. It fit her, their lifestyle. And he could tell she was much happier here than in the mountains, death and decay all around at all times of the day. Their sweet Primrose would be able to have a childhood here as well, a good start to life before she set out on her own path.
Gently stroking her cheek, Ouusaldus smiled again “How was both of your days, my sun”
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Post by fynli on Feb 11, 2018 14:08:39 GMT -6
= Aisling =
2 | 250The sight of her husband made her smile as he finally entered, looking about just as weary as she. They both were happy though, finally finding a home with peace.
She closed her eyes in bliss as he kissed her forehead, her wings slumping behind her as she relaxed. He always gave her that sense of security when they were together- like she could let her guard down and just be at peace. She loved him for that.
When he spoke, she shushed him quietly, not wanting Primrose to wake. Glancing at her sleeping baby, Aisling carefully pulled herself away and took her husband’s hand to lead him to their bed. There, she helped peel off his axe, avoiding making direct eye contact with it as she placed it against the wall. She ran her hands over his chest, missing his warmth when he was away on his duties.
“Our day was busy but nothing new,” she murmured, her voice hushed in the quiet evening. Looking up at him, a loving smile crept over her lips. Her gaze fell just short of his eyes, always looking at his nose or mouth. Even with growing confidence in eye contact with him, she found that sometimes she still couldn’t look directly at him.
A soft sigh left her as she leaned her head against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat against her ear so very soothing.
“How was your day my love?” She whispered, holding a gentle grip on his shirt.
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Post by PaganStars on Feb 11, 2018 19:56:47 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
x | x Hand still brushing her face, Ouusaldus eyebrows raised as she gently shushed him. Golden eyes flicked over to Primrose’s crib, only just now realizing that their little girl was currently sleeping. Chuckling softly, Ouusaldus kissed her forehead again, mumbling a quiet sorry. It wasn’t that he couldn’t be quiet; being a father was still new to him, the small nuances and such still avoiding him. With his work, he was used to shouting, his deep voice usually sore and scratched by the end of the day.
As she pulled away, Ouusaldus gently caught her hand and followed her to their shared bed. Slowly, he sat down and groaned quietly as some of the bones in his spine popped audibly. Biting his lip, he looked up at her apologetically, glancing at the crib that stood close to their bed. Relief flowed through his shoulders as she carefully lifted his Axe from where it rested in his holster, his calloused fingers coming up to his chest to undo the buckles and remove the leather harness. Setting it aside, he watched as she set the heavy metal axe down, wondering what was going through her mind. They had been through so much, she had been through so so much. Ouusaldus wished he could wash it all away for her, give her clear conscious and a calm soul. He knew that would never be; no one who had been in the Flock would ever truly feel peace again.
As she stood in front of him once more, Ouusaldus took her hand and gently placed a kiss to her knuckles, glancing up at her face momentarily. He smiled, glad that he could see her lovely eyes more often. Aisling’s steps were small but compared to how she used to act she had come incredibly far in her journey. Humming, Ouusaldus nodded his head at her words and gently began to run his fingers through her blonde hair
“It was good,” he started, voice low. “We trained for a while...Duri showed me a larger portion of Osulas,” His jaw clenched, the muscles in his shoulders twitching, suddenly nervous “I still can’t fly yet.” He finished silently, eyes trained ahead.
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Post by fynli on Mar 28, 2018 13:49:52 GMT -6
= Aisling =
3 | 181Aisling hummed quietly in response to his words, the familiar deep vibration of his voice always a comfort. The quick change in tone made her pause and pull back to look at him, frowning at the tortured expression etched into his face. The injury he’d attained during the fight worried her as well and she knew it pained him to be unable to use his wings once more.
She sighed, touching his cheek gently and directing his focus to her. “You need time to heal,” she reminded him quietly, her fingers light over his scars. “With time and physical therapy I’m sure you’ll be able to take to the skies again.” A loving smile ghosted her lips as she looked back towards Prim’s crib. “Once her wings grow in, you’ll be able to teach her by then.”
She settled down beside him, resting her head against his shoulder and entwining her fingers with his. “Look how far we’ve come,” she murmured sweetly, closing her eyes as she relaxed against him. “We’re finally safe, we have a precious baby girl. Everything’s perfect.”
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Post by PaganStars on Mar 28, 2018 15:34:08 GMT -6
Ouusaldus Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?
x | x Aisling’s soft touch against his face brought Ouusaldus back to the present, a breath he had unknowingly been holding escaping his lips as he allowed himself to relax once more. He opened his eyes to met her mismatching ones for a moment before his eyes moved to the soft marks along her skin, drifting over her freckles. Leaning into the soft touch of her fingers against his marred face, he lifted a hand to delicately play with a piece of her blonde hair.
Her words soothed him and he knew them to be true, quietly affirming them with a low hum. His gaze followed hers and Ouusaldus couldn’t help but smile widely, a warmth blooming in his chest as he thought about flying with their daughter once she was big enough. It reminded him of his own flying lessons, how his mother had soothed his tears and made trying and trying again so fun.
When the bed dipped ever so slightly, Ouusaldus nuzzled his head against her as she rested against his shoulder, her quiet words filling the air. He gently squeezed her hand as their fingers settled, his gaze turning to the crib once more. Never in his life had Ouusaldus pictured himself enjoying a humble, family life. “We really have come far,” he murmured “I don’t think I would have made it this far if you hadn’t met you” he pressed a kiss into her hair, squeezing her hand once more “I love you, Aisling”
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