☀️ Arselia and Akonia

In the evening, Beata and Guyon lock themselves away to make up for lost time.



- Guyon, tell me something, - Beata drawled after they had made up for lost time, tracing her finger across her partner's chest, - you said that somehow you were able to feel my death. Can you explain, hm? You haven't been known for any magical abilities.
- I... I just felt it, probably. Maybe because I love you? - he smiled bashfully.
- Now, you're lying. Spill it.
- Um... Well... - Guyon hesitated noticeably. - Do... Do I really have to say this?
- Really, really. Speak.
- Basically... Oh... I hope you'll understand yourself, - Guyon pulled a diary from under the pillow, took folded pages from a secret compartment and handed them to Beata.
With trembling hands, she unfolded the first sheet she grabbed and began to read.
With a sinking heart, Guyon watched her face. Beata was angry. Predictably angry. If her anger were material, it would have burned a hole through both the paper and him. Biting her lip until it bled, she read and read, her shaking hands unfolding and folding the sheets that described all the hell he had gone through. Finally, she finished and shoved the stack of papers back into his hands.
- You dull-witted, brainless cretin, - she hissed through her teeth.
- Um, sorry? - Guyon raised an eyebrow, carefully putting the sheets away.
- What is even wrong with you, f***?!
- W-what... what are you talking about?
- All this time I thought you were just very disciplined, but it turns out you physically cannot disobey me because of some freaking curse! It turns out I could actually force you to go to a wedding in a collar and three socks, and you'd do it!
- And yet you never forced me to do anything like that.
- What about that episode with the dark Lunarians and the dancer's outfit? If I had known...
- We discussed everything together. And we concluded that it wouldn't be such a bad idea.
- Still... Gods... I thought this didn't matter to you anymore. Just a funny inside joke. I got so used to treating you as my friend, partner, assistant... I have no documents, nothing confirming that you are not just my partner, but my... property, - Beata spoke the last word very softly.
- Hey, it's all good. That is the funny inside joke. I'm used to it. And the day you... bought me, I consider the best day of my life.
- No, it's not all good! I don't want... I don't want this to weigh on you.
- And who said it weighs on me? - Guyon took Beata's hands in his. - Quite the opposite. I... I was more upset when it left.
- When I came back to life, it returned, - Beata frowned. - Which means...
- No! - Guyon quickly interrupted her, clutching her palms tightly. - No-no-no, don't even think about it! That is not a price worth paying!
- For your sake, I...
- For your sake, I am ready to return to that hell again, - Guyon nodded toward the diary, - for the rest of my life. So—no.
- Maybe... Maybe we can find another way?
- Maybe we shouldn't look? I... Everything is fine, really. You, - he smiled mischievously, - you are the best mistress one could dream of. I am happy to be your obedient slave.
Beata looked into his eyes for a long time, searching for even a shadow of doubt. But she found nothing. Only love and devotion.
- Idiot, - she smiled, pressing him to her chest, - you're just an idiot.
- Your idiot.
- My idiot.
They fell onto the bed without letting go of their embrace. She buried her nose in his hair, and they lay like that for a while.
- Listen... If this thing works... I remember ordering you not to die. Does that mean now you can't die before me?
- I really hope so, but honestly, I have no idea. Let's not experiment, okay?
- Agreed. But here is my new order: you may argue with me. You may doubt my words. You always have the right to demand explanations from me and refuse to do something. For example, if Rinze gets to me and I order you to bow to her... You can refuse. Because the real me would not force you to serve that abomination.
- Very well, my mistress, - he sealed his words with a kiss.