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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · Aug 3

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹.
It’s raw, real, and written from a place of growth.
I’m not asking for sympathy—only showing my steps forward.
Read with care.

www.wattpad.com/story/399086...

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warming, hearts at ease—it was clear that love, at its simplest, could sound just like this: a soft sigh, a shared smile, and burnt eggs no longer burnt.

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indeed.”

She smiled, eyes half-lidded with contentment. “Then let’s keep it that way. No more culinary experiments.”

He chuckled. “A promise I am loath to make, yet… for thee, mayhap I shall abide.”

Her laughter returned, light and fond. And as the morning drifted on—tea cooling, sunlight

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their cups of tea. Miyako leaned against his shoulder, the sunlight painting soft halos through her hair.

“You know,” she said between quiet bites, “I think I like mornings like this best.”

Urianger hummed in agreement. “Peaceable, without peril, and shared in good company. A rare blessing

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recall no witnesses to corroborate,” he said at last.

That earned him a laugh so bright it filled the little room, mingling with the sizzle of cooking and the distant chatter of morning streets.

When breakfast was finally served—perfectly golden this time—they ate by the window, steam rising from

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smile playing across his face. “As thou wilt, my moon.”

She sighed, shaking her head, though her grin betrayed her. “You’re impossible.”

“’Tis part of my charm, I am told.”

“By whom?” she challenged, cracking new eggs into the pan.

He pretended to ponder the question, gaze turning thoughtful. “I

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another catastrophe.”

“Thy faith in mine culinary prowess doth wound me deeply,” he replied, but there was a spark of amusement in his tone.

“You nearly set breakfast on fire.”

“A minor blaze,” he murmured.

She gave him a mock glare. “Urianger.”

He raised his hands in surrender, that rare, soft

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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · 3d

bit her lip to keep from laughing. “I think they’ve gone beyond rebellion—they’ve achieved ascension.”

A faint smirk tugged at his lips despite himself. “Then mayhap I should offer them to the Twelve.”

She giggled, stepping closer to rescue the pan from his grasp. “I’ll take over before you summon

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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · 3d

stove sat a pan of very blackened eggs. Smoke curled upward like a surrender flag. Urianger stood beside it, spoon in hand, looking as though he were negotiating with a primal.

“I followed the recipe with utmost care,” he said solemnly, “and yet… it seemeth the eggs did rebel regardless.”

Miyako

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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · 3d

sitting up. “Urianger…?”

From the small corner kitchen came a resigned sigh, followed by the gentle scrape of metal against a pan. “A minor setback,” his voice called, calm as ever.

“Minor?” she echoed, slipping out of bed and padding over with sleepy curiosity. “What exactly are you—oh.”

On the

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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · 3d

#WoLiangerWeek2025 • Day 7: Domestic

Morning sunlight spilled lazily across the room, warm and golden after a night of rain. The smell of tea and something faintly burning drifted through the air—a combination that, at first, seemed peaceful… until Miyako caught the second whiff.

She blinked,

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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · 4d

They didn’t need to.
The silence between them was full—of warmth, of promise, of a love that asked for nothing but to exist.

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Just now.”

Urianger’s reply was not in words but in action. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles—a reverent, wordless vow. She leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder as rain and candlelight wove their quiet symphony around them.

Neither spoke again.

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another is to invite the ache of parting… yet to deny the heart its reaching would be a wound far greater.”

Her throat tightened. She shifted closer until their shoulders brushed, their joined hands resting between them. “Then… let’s not think about losing anything tonight,” she said. “Just this.

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solemnity. She felt her breath catch.

“Urianger…” she whispered. “Do you ever—feel afraid of this?”

“Of this?” he repeated, voice low.

“This closeness. That it might disappear.”

He was quiet for a heartbeat too long. Then, softly, “Aye. I have known the loss of many dear to me. To draw near

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interlacing. The contact was simple, yet it carried the weight of countless unspoken things—trust, affection, and something deeper still.

Miyako lifted her gaze to meet his, and for a moment the world stilled. The candle’s flame swayed, throwing gold across his face, softening the edges of his

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memory. “Then mayhap I shall endeavor to keep thee in such comfort, ever.”

A blush rose in her cheeks at his gentleness. Her fingers fidgeted for a moment before she reached out, tentative, brushing the back of his hand. “You already do,” she murmured.

His hand turned beneath hers, their fingers

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different now. Before, silence meant loneliness. But with you…” Her words trailed off, uncertain but sincere.

Urianger’s gaze found her, golden in the firelight. “With me, it meaneth peace?”

She smiled faintly. “Peace. And warmth.”

He inclined his head slightly, as if committing the word to

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through the drizzle. Urianger was beside her, silent as always, yet his presence filled every inch of space. The air carried the faint scent of jasmine tea and rain-soaked parchment.

She broke the quiet first. “It’s strange,” she said softly, eyes on the wavering flame. “How the quiet feels

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#WoLiangerWeek2025 • Day 6: Intimacy

Rain whispered against the windows that night, gentle as a sigh. The world beyond had dimmed to gray, the storm muffled by the glow of candlelight flickering through the room.

Miyako sat cross-legged upon the bed, her hair still damp from their earlier walk

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˗ˏˋ ☆ 𝑨steria .ᐟ @uriangerswaifu.bsky.social · 5d

I wanna cry, awww! ;;

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you. I’ll take the moon.”

Urianger inclined his head in quiet amusement. “So be it, my moon. Together, we shall guard the night.”

Their laughter mingled with the wind, soft and certain, as the heavens stretched wide above them—proof that difference, in the right hearts, was never division at all.

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thought I’d find.”

The silence that followed was sweet, their gazes meeting under the moonlight and starlight both. Between them lay the understanding that their worlds, though far apart, had found a way to share the same sky.

“Then it’s settled,” she whispered, smiling now. “The stars can keep

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“I think,” he said quietly, “that our differences be the pattern by which the Fates have woven our meeting. Were we too alike, we would reflect naught but our own image. Yet in thee, I behold what I am not—and what I may yet learn to be.”

Her eyes softened. “And in you, I see the stillness I never

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He gave a soft hum, eyes lifting toward the stars. “Nay. I speak them because they are true, and truth, though simple, demandeth courage.”

For a moment, the breeze caught her hair, and she turned her gaze upward too—to the moon resting against the dark sky. “You think we’re really that different?”

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you.”

Urianger shook his head slightly, the corner of his mouth curving. “Wisdom is not born of where one dwelleth, nor of the tongue one speaketh. ’Tis born of heart—and thine, I have found, speaketh most clearly of all.”

Her cheeks flushed. “You always say things like that—so easily.”

“Easily?”

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