The Ogre Strength Fairy and the Eldest 'Son'
Chapter 138 - You DARE, Bed? Above Qat, Under Qat, I Alone Am Worthy Of The Honor!

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 - You DARE, Bed? Above Qat, Under Qat, I Alone Am Worthy Of The Honor!

As someone who still had terrible stories of her own to tell, Elua understood that some things seemed better left untouched until the appropriate time. And... as someone who loved her husband-wife - she would prefer not to poke at the kind of story that caused the normally abundantly calm girl any level of anger.

While it was interesting that she somewhat ’shared’ Yatrel’s tendency to obsess over their romantic partner... there was another tendency she shared with a parent - one that she liked to think about a lot less.

’I am so terrible at talking away people’s anger.’

The Goltbred daughter was sure she would accidentally say the wrong thing and that negative emotion might transfer to be about her! If it hadn’t been a trait she possessed in her past life, she would be rather displeased at being her father’s progeny.

As it was, it seemed like a kind of cosmic trick of fate that placed her as the child of two people that were at least partially like her in spirit. She had watched her father both tuck his head to their mother as well as offhandedly say things that only made her more mad.

Her sweet persona usually kept people from being mad with her, unlike her kind father. It was a lucky break she discovered on some tests when younger. Yet, she had not been granted such an opportunity to test this with Qat. So, she responded as cautiously as her monotone allowed.

"We’ve made them wait this long. Another day won’t hurt if you’d prefer to take a rest tomorrow."

"No. Better to face it now while I’m already dealing with... difficult things."

The blonde spoke with determination as a hand pat lightly on her wife’s head. Overlaying the strange simmering ’anger’ was a small sense of ’amusement’. The reborn cultivator let her spirit reach out and wrapped the ever persistent tendrils of her precious gem in a sense of ’patience’ that was only part of what she felt.

’Don’t sincerely apologize for being difficult, don’t sincerely-’

Elua bit back the sheepish words that wanted to spill out. Her monotone instead shifted to something else... less potentially agitating but still very yielding.

"I know you’re capable of handling whatever we find when we visit their Guild. Just tell me how you want me to act, and I’ll follow your lead."

The continued deference in her wife’s words gave Qat a bit of pause. Something about it felt a little strange. She was sure part of the reason was that she just ’got away’ with teasing the girl without any comeback or acknowledgement.

’What made my El swing from plotting someone’s life with no regret... to completely surrendering to me?’

"Let’s just handle it together. As equals. Alright?"

The words were simple but firm. While the simmering didn’t extinguish, neither did it roar to life. There *were* a few questing tendrils that poked at her like she was a puzzle. The reincarnator’s spirit pulsed back with ’relief’ that tucking her head worked!

’She will probably think I’m just happy she said that.’

Deep inside, a small ’yearning’ to have Qat truly understand better what just happened between them started to wiggle. The illusionist placed her facade back into action, quashing it down with a ’bubbly’ smile.

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The heiress was well aware that she pivoted wildly in the way she came off to her partners. Her possessiveness was the first thing they always noticed, usually because she’d done something that made that trait *very* clear.

The moment they started to accept that, she shifted towards being a little too submissive - to a sometimes infuriating degree. Which is to say, the person she was giving some of her reins to was often upset by it. Whether it was the awful timing, the drastic completeness, or something within her partner’s past...

She wished that only the confidence she had in the relationships were enough to stop it from happening. The fact that it could be triggered when she thought the person would be unhappy with her let her know it was a bit too defensive.

But she also learned over time that it was also just who she was... and relinquishing herself to someone she trusted far more to do the appropriate thing always felt right!

"I guess I’ve already said quite a lot that made it clear I would do anything she asked of me."

Elua mumbled to herself while laying on the rooftop. She had come to the balcony to moongaze after being escorted ’safely’ back home, but something about the spot didn’t feel private enough.

’Or maybe I’m just in a strange mood after running along roofs for the first time in this life. I almost forgot how freeing it is to stop constraining yourself to the everyday logic of a mortal.’

There were plenty of ’good’ reasons not to allow every cultivator the right to hop around on structures not meant for it. Property damage was high in cities without strict rules on the matter. Yet, this also stemmed more often from the lack of experience that young cultivators have in parkour.

"You’d think the physicalists here would be hopping and bouncing everywhere all the time. I guess it’s just the backwater effect yet again. When your techniques for refining physical energy are bad, your conservation of it is also probably terrible."

Even back in her last youth, those under Primalist tended to be a little more choosy with the timing of their uses of their cultivation prowess. One never knew when they would need every accumulated drop to not die in a sudden fight.

The brunette rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. The familiar cityscape looked just a bit different from the increased angle. Her spirit could stretch out a bit more unimpeded - and it made her feel like being a bit less careful.

Up there on her own, there were no facades that fit an ideal of how she wanted to be and no calculated responses that controlled how she wanted things to go. Just... unbound existence free from the tight direction she tried to maintain around others.

But there was also no Qatrand.

Without that, even this kind of freedom felt incomplete and hollow. Her thoughts kept circling back to those moments of submission - to the way her usually expansive spirit had automatically contracted when she felt that Qat might show the slightest displeasure over how she had spent her recent days.

"I managed to win her heart despite everything... but I still curl up like an anxious cat when I think she might grow mad at me. Yet another reason to hate cats."

A wry smile crossed her face as she idly practiced her grip strength against one of the solid roof tiles. She could crush them to powder without a lot of effort, yet she had constantly restrained that level of power for years. Even around her precious gem... though she had at least *told* her of the reality of her capability.

’Was it only out of habit? I loath comparing myself to a feline once more, but hiding my claws is too perfect of a metaphor.’

The ancient need to protect what was hers, firstly her life, had made her inclined to not let anyone understand her strength. But it was important to her that how adamantly she would avenge a transgression was understood by at least one person. The one she loved and who returned that simple but heavy gift.

That wiggling need to come clean inside her core had not stopped for hours. It was quite obvious to Elua that it would be necessary for her to reveal the ’character flaw’ of hers to Qat. Especially with how well her husband-wife had taken all her other stories and admissions.

"Well, in some regards my submission is just another form of control. Giving up my authority is still choosing how power flows between us. I wonder if she would buy that excuse?"

The night air carried distant sounds of a ruckus in the city below. It reminded her that eventually she’d need to return to the constraints of walking on roads, laying on beds, and other ’proper’ behavior. She rose to her feet and approached the ledge without any hesitation.

"Not that I have any complaints about my bed."

She assured the piece of furniture as she landed adroitly on the balcony railing, but paused after the second short hop to the floor itself. Her silver dress shifted in the natural breeze before she took the next step inside.

"I take it back. She has never sat or lain on you."

Engrossed in the whimsy of monologuing at her bedding, she approached the cover and pat it companionably.

"I’m sorry, but that is a very relevant reason to find you quite insufficient. We’ve shared a lot of good rests, you and I. I’ll never forget the time we spent together."

She sat down on the mattress and stared blankly at the wall. The day had been far more wonderful than not. The illusionist could still picture perfectly every gently granted kiss from her beloved... and what it felt like each time she was pulled into an embrace or stroked on the head.

"You know, I was going to cruelly make use of you another time before I snuck into Qat’s room, but I believe I’ll take an interim step tonight. There is a spot I know of that... does not have my ’fortress’ in it. Will not smell like her... and will not have her warmth... but she *has* slept in it once, nonetheless."

For a brief moment, the cultivator couldn’t decide whether she was happy at her realization or if she wanted to smash the somehow offending bed in that room to bits... who through her moment of monologues had started to feel like a sort of ’person’ to her.

’How dare it sleep with her? How dare I forget and not make use of it the very next nights back then!’

Luckily, she was more upset at herself than the poor piece of threatened furniture.

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The personal servant of the eldest Goltbred daughter huffed as she finished the sudden cleaning. The guest wing room was close enough to the Talcres couple that she tried to be unobtrusive while also *hurrying* under the young miss’s orders. Her first evening back from a vacation visit to her family and she was already being put to work!