Beneath A Honeyed Moon [Syre] [RE] Apr 2, 2021 17:17:19 GMT
Post by Cion on Apr 2, 2021 17:17:19 GMT
("Well... shall we?")
This question, in spite of Cion not even having contemplated it a lot, had lingered inside her restless mind ever since her darling Syre had voiced it. The circumstances back then had been different for sure, but the sentiment had remained all the same. But a few months ago, a new chapter of their lives had begun, written within a book that they now shared. It was amazing what kind of change simple yet crucial questions could bring, especially if the answers were greater than any daydream was capable of conceiving. Fortunately, 'yes' was the sole valid response to aforementioned question.
And today, at last, they were pursuing a facet of their innermost relationship that was quite common for humans, but a rather novel and perhaps fascinating concept to digimons. Their honeymoon. As far as the silver fennec understood, it was a unique form of vacation for married couples meant for them alone to cherish each other and experience what life had to offer outside of the delightful daily grind that awaited them. It was a strange conception to her as it seemed to mimic escapism, but any excuse for spending time together with her sweetheart was perfectly fine in her books.
That and she honestly did not know if the comely BlackGatomon was on patrol or not. She was not aware of the order's presence in this ancient yet emerging slice of civilization, and her dearly beloved's vigilance was omnipresent as always. However, feeling protected like that made the unassuming fox smile with glee. Admittedly, she probably melted in her embrace too often, but she felt no the slightest bit of shame for this. Why not savor every second? A moment that did not count was pointless!
Which was why Cion was thinking.
Were they supposed to have a marriage sermon and wedding reception with the family after all? It appeared too late, and was there actually anyone in this realm who was an expert in this niche market? While civilized digimons undoubtedly enjoyed a good festival, the whole city around her serving as proof to this claim, their social structures differed greatly from men and women. With a lack of gender, cultural traditions, religions, actual need for families et cetera, would their kin and friends even care? Was it maybe better that they did not? What a headache...
Leaning backwards, the vulpine lady clad in a simple yet elegant black greatcoat took in a deep breather of the moist, cold air. Sitting on a bench at the edge of the canal's shore, her aureate eyes shifted to every direction to behold the metropolis' colorful radiance. Combined with the faint light of the northern lights in the starry night sky, it did no matter where she looked - the vista stayed stupendous.
Together with modern conveniences and a healthy amount of cosmopolitanism, it resembled her own vision for the future. The exception was of course that hers had faded to ash before its inception. But that was alright. The people of this world managed without her, and she preferred the small joys anyway. She was proud that she had tried, and if something or someone truly required her helping hand then she would not deny it. No heroism or entrepreneurship... at least for some years to reinvigorate her immemorial spirits.
As she awaited the return of the candid feline and whatever local street food delicacies that were popular in Not-Venice she would bring with her, Cion's head tilted downwards to observe the reflection in the icy waters beneath her. Yeah... this was her. A diminutive, silver-haired fox - a former sentinel of the realms who had mantled the roles of a homemaker and spouse for someone most special to her. And as she beheld the azure radiance of her steely tail ring that Syre had engraved with a touch of her essence, she experienced absolute certainty and clarity about one thing.
She was happy... thoroughly, exuberantly, and perfectly happy.
[Words: 661 / 661]