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During those seventy three years of loneliness, Amelia never thought Ina would come back. The pessimistic part of her brain thought that once the time-traveller left, she would never return, even though Ina had explicitly stated that she was in fact seventy three years from the future.
And the night when her dearest time-traveller returned to her one calm night, her gayass heart made the executive decision to flip and freak out 100 miles a minute as the two collapsed in a lovey-dovey pile on the ground.
But that stupid part of her brain kept worrying and worrying that she’d wake up one day with Ina gone and never to be seen again. And each morning she was proven wrong, with a sleepy, half-awake detective looped around her, fiddling with her golden bangs.
Her friends seemed excited to meet Ina. Gura wanted to meet the person who managed to snag such an aloof priestess’s heart. Kiara wanted to gossip about all those nights Amelia gushed about Ina, much to the embarrassment to the aforementioned priestess. Calliope was a little more stand offish and wasn’t obviously as excited to meet Ina. Until the two found out about each other’s passion for art (which Ina was surprised since she would’ve thought Amelia would’ve gushed about the sketches she drew).
About two months after the two reunited, they moved back into the church they fell in love in. Of course to Ina, the repair of the building was a daunting task, but Amelia hushed her with a quick kiss to the lips, waving her hand absentmindedly which (much to the amazement of Ina) resorted the building to tip top shape.
A visit from the rest of their friends left them amazed seeing the church in such good condition. Various pictures that had once been in appalling condition now seemed shy of freshly painted, especially the one of Amelia, Bubba and Mikki. And now several new ones. Ones with Ina and Amelia, a full scale painting hung over a fireplace of all five of them.
And now the walls weren’t only decorated with tapestries and paintings, but pictures too. Moments and memories captured of their favourite pastimes, and Amelia’s all-time favourite picture of Ina draped in layers of black and violet silk, inlaid with shimmers of gold. The dress fit her perfectly and always made Amelia flush from the tips of her ears to the base of her neck, which was coincidentally covered in purple blemishes and bite marks, courtesy of the one in the dress.
A part of her wandered back to that one dream that haunted her for decades, the one where she was nestled against Ina on the porch of the church as they watched the mystery child run around in front of them.
Well, surprise surprise, she was born three years after moving back into the church. Squishy, lemon coloured ear flaps wiggled curiously as dark eyes scanned her surroundings. As soon as she started walking, you bet Ina and Amelia had a hard time keeping up despite how short her legs were.
Shaking her head, Amelia brought herself back into the moment. A warm cup clasped firmly in her hands, a gentle breeze tussled her golden hair and the two most important people in her life laughing in nothing but pure happiness.
“Damn, I got real lucky, didn’t I?” Amelia murmured to herself, taking a gentle sip of her coffee. Her gaze trailed out the open window, watching Ina happily playing a game of tag with their five year old daughter. Her ear flaps twitched happily watching the scene unfold in front of her. Ina scooped up their daughter, the both of them laughing happily as the former detective returned back to the porch.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, the little five year old darted off, probably to go play with the dogs or annoy the cats. Ina and Amelia watched her with smiles.
With a content sigh, Ina rested against the window ledge, tracing her fingers along her jaw before resting their foreheads together. The priestess sighed, relishing in the warmth Ina brought her.
“Y’know, I never though my life would turn out like this..” Ina whispered, her breath dancing across Amelia’s cheeks. The priestess blushed, her cheeks reddening as the feeling. Ina smirked, leaning in a little further as she brushed her lips against Amelia’s, drawing a surprised gasp out of the priestess.
“I always thought that I’d just be hopping around timelines” She continued, dark blue-gray eyes fixating on pink-blue.
“And then I met you” Amelia swore her heart was about to burst from her wife’s words. The priestess pulled her former detective closer, breaking that slight distance that remained.
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Amelia had never really liked the night. The whispers in her head always seemed to get louder the darker it got outside. Her dreams were plagued with futures she never thought she’d get, taunting her with unreachable happiness, poking at her for not ‘being normal’.
And then Ina came into her life. The whispers at the back of her mind stayed, but the warmth of Ina far overpowered them, calloused hands running comfortingly over her knuckles as she whispered sweet nothings into her pointed ears.
The dreams were no longer taunting and became far in few. Very rarely would she catch small glimpses of their future.
The night became one of her favourite times. The dark, inky expanse just reminded her of silky, violet hair pinned up in a bun as her favourite person drew her brush against her canvas.
The stars that twinkled ever so kindly looked just like that little twinkle in Ina’s eye, the one where Amelia knew she was trying her damn hardest not to make a pun but ended up failing anyway.
But it appeared that not everyone liked the dark.
“Mama..” The small silhouette appeared in the doorway, waking her parents almost instantly. A small plush octopus was grasped firmly in her left hand, while her favourite blanket was clasped in her right. Her little ear flaps drooping sadly.
“I had a nightmare” Amelia’s heart cracked hearing her daughter so vulnerable. The priestess leaned over and quickly ushered Ina back to sleep, sliding out of bed a moment later.
Her daughter reached out to her, letting Amelia pick her up with no fuss.
“Do you wanna sleep with us tonight?” She nodded pitifully, tugging her blanket up to her chin.
As soon as she touched the sheet, the five year old snuggled down, wrapping her own blanket around her. The little octopus plush rested just in her palm, and within moments she was out like a light.
Amelia smiled and slipped under the blankets, pulling the covers just up to her daughters shoulders.
Yes, Amelia loved the night, just as she loved her family.