Author’s note: Sweet cliches of fanfiction hell this is all sugar! I must have been very bored in Macroeconomics…
Truly, madly, deeply
The pot was shimmering on the hearth and the small house looked clean and cozy with Ra’s light entering from the windows. Compared to its surrounding the house seemed stuck to a time when the village had been prosperous.
The young woman had devoted her attention in setting the table with the household’s mismatched plates; potter side by side with gold. The roaming spirits’ whispers did not faze her, rather she embraced them as one does a family. That was what they were to her after all; her adoptive family.
The distant sound of hooves had her abandoning her work and rushing to the outskirts of the forgotten village. A familiar black horse was racing towards her, its rider burdened by a heavy sack. With a wry smile she wondered what unfortunate noble had been stripped of his wealth.
For Akefia it was a sight for sore eyes that greeted him. Kul Elna might be crumbling slowly, its spirits begging for release and revenge, but amongst the destruction and ruins life persisted. The thief smiled at his oddly poetic thought and dismounted on the hidden stable outside the village. The spirits always spooked the horses he stole. Hoisting his loot he walked proudly to where his Queen was waiting.
The sack was abandoned on the ground as soon as she threw her arms around him, practically flying to his embrace. He spun her around, smirking at the sound of her laugh and the teasing spirits surrounding them. Despite their torment, his people always felt happier when he returned after a successful raid.
The stolen treasures were carelessly dumped in one of the houses near his own and Akefia, his arm still possessively wrapped around Elena’s waist, allowed himself to finally relax. Despite his lover’s assurances, he still had a hard time believing that the day wouldn’t come when Kul Elna would die for good. But for the moment the smell of fresh bread and meat was much more appealing than his own grim thoughts.
The spirits retreated towards the temple, proud of their son and willing to allow him peace to rest until their temporary appeasement by the gold and jewels ended.
Despite her calm happiness Elena was beaming on the inside. The last week had been lonely with just the spirits as her company. She had never thought that she would become so dependent to the presence of a man but after she met Akefia she found herself falling harder every day.
The Thief Kind saw himself as the darkness, telling her more than once that her soul was the only light shining over their village. He was wrong. His affection, awkward and shy as it was most of the time, matured and strengthened her. Her magic had grown tenfold and her Ka was summoned easier each time. She had embraced her role as the Queen of Thieves much more readily than what would have been expected from a former noblewoman. Elena took it as a sign from the gods that this was her place in the world, just like her golden eyes betrayed the nature of her Spirit.
That night they danced together under the stars by the village’s well, where the market used to be. There was no music but the one in their heads but there was no need for one. They were content.