Make The Windchimes Sing! {Fic}
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abyssal_sylphFandom: EPIC The Musical & Greek Mythology
Rating: Teen & Up
Relationship(s): Aeolus <3 Telepora
Aditional Tag(s): trans nonbinary Aeolus, Telepora POV, ft other characters.
Word Count: 1180 words
AO3
[Note: a fill for the prompt "what are we?" from MiniFemslashFeb2022 {Fills Page}]
Telepora wasn't sure how to feel about her husband.
Don't get her wrong, he wasn't unkind. Aeolus had simply requested her hand in marriage in exchange for making an invading army flee (and he did it beautifully). She followed him even when unsure (like a dutiful wife should), but he never led her astray, never bend her will.
When he found the island Aeolia, building its unbreakable bronze walls, he simply requested her company while he worked. She worked on making paints and textiles because he spoke of making a palace as well. When the time for it came he asked if she could paint murals on whatever portions he finished at the time. Telepora didn't voice her insecurity (it wasn't a skill that was encouraged in her). But even though they looked kinda ugly, Aeolus simply smiled at the work and thanked her for it.
Throughout the years they had simply like that. Aeolus would request her help enough that she was able to improve her creative skills (to the point even she grew proud). He never made her feel small, never in danger.
Telepora would even say that he loved her, or at least enjoyed her for all of herself.
So when he asked for children, she agreed.
Now, they did have more children than mortals in their type of isolation would be overwhelmed by (they could barely handle three in pairs, let alone twelf!). It was days like this she thanked Chaos that she and her husband were gods.
The children were now grown out of their toddler-hood, and started playing more roughly. They tried to dissuade their daughters from acting so boyishly. But at this point they couldn't be bothered to change it anymore, they looked like they were having fun anyway.
Her youngest came up to her husband (Telepora was busy painting a recently repaired wall), seemingly for a wound she couldn't heal quite right. Aeolus turned from the late lunch he was eating, crouching down to meet his youngest's eyes.
"Oh, ___ you hurt yourself again?" he asked, gently examining her arm for where the wound kept bleeding. Flame pouted fiercely at her father's words "Daaaaad, I told you that isn't my name anymore!"
Aeolus made a face Telepora couldn't truthfully decipher "Why do you insist on such a simple nickname? The name I gave you was beautiful"
"I don't careeeee" Flame insisted, looking sadder then she did walking up to him.
Telepora sighed "Aeolus, please just start calling her Flame. You're currently the only one not to call her by her new name"
Aeolus looked, confused? "But why does she need to change it?"
"Does there need to be a reason?" Telepora asked in genuine "We let our daughters act like boys, we let all our children act half-mad. What's so specifically wrong with Flame's name?"
Aeolus looked, well Telepora wasn't sure honestly. Despite the many decades together, she never really learned who her husband was (simply that he was safe). But he simply healed Flame's wound and walked away to another part of the palace.
After days of not seeing Aeolus, Telepora knew she had to come look for him.
Eventually she knocked off all the rooms but one of the cellars they never used. She gently knocked the door, to which she heard a whining noise of a voice she didn't recognize.
She quickly grabbed a nearby spear the children must've misplaced and kicked the door in, because who dare come in their home?
It was…
well they looked like Aeolus.
The god in front of her felt like Aeolus, his aura and features matched for the most part. But it looked like (s)he had used (his? her?) powers to make her body (and voice apparently) a more femine one. The clothes hung off like a drunkard dressed her, sitting lowly on the floor while her eyes were puffy and red,.
Staring into her.
And the spear.
Telepora awkwardly twirrled with the spear before dropping it.
They stood there for a small eternity before Aeolus spoke.
"I thought… I thought I would've figuered it out by now"
She didn't understand "Figuer out what?"
"If I wanna be a man or woman"
Telepora slowly approached (her? him?) them, sitting next to them, simply rubbing their back. Awaiting when more words would come.
They didn't speak further.
She tried to prod something out of her spouse "What makes it so hard to choose?"
Aeolus looked miserable while looking away from her "Neither feel true to me"
Before Telepora could prod further, Aeolus continued "My father allowed me to change my sex when I felt it was wrong, but I kept being so indesicive that he told me to stop being so childish. And yet after all these decades, long after his death… I can't let go of it"
She simply hugged Aeolus as they started crying again "Why can't I just decide? I've been given good options my entire life and none of them feel right and, honestly? I don't think they ever will"
Telepora gently petted Aeolus' hair, trying to figure out what to say to cheer them up "Well… we never have done things conventionally. I'm not asking you to pick"
Aeolus simply buried themselves deeper to her body. Telepora let them.
When they later came out of that cellar, the children had buried Aeolus under hugs and kisses. Flame seemed more hesitant, but Aeolus simply hugged her tight and asked her to forgive them. They used their youngest's name.
As it usually went in their household, things moved on, they began with the next day.
But something started changing about her spouse.
As the household adjusted to them no longer being a specific gender, Aeolus seemingly became more bold. They played a lot more with their children, played pranks on Hermes whenever he flew to them, started to speak to her of stories they've enjoyed.
Aeolus begane just, having fun.
And it looked so beautiful.
Where once her spouse was quieter than mice, they started to speak louder than sirens, simply to enjoy their own voice. What they wore changed from day to day, but it was always colourful (they asked her to teach them how to sew, so they could embroider on their own). Aeolus started being, honestly, a bit of a trickster, whomever tried to contact their family, they'd fuck with the visitors.
Telepora felt like Aeolus was no longer a familiar stranger to her. This (now growing? there all along? did it matter?) was who her spouse was.
And she loved them.
It was a sunny day when she realized that was how she felt. Simply sitting in their lap before feeling compelled to kiss them. And for the first time, sparks were in her heart. Aeolus teasted her once they realized Telepora was beetred, and she simply started laughing (before peppering their face with kisses, to which they laughed).
Now Telepora knew what mortals sought Aphrodite for, what they gently hoped for in Eros. This love? With somebody who bloomed so brightly? It was beautiful.
Rating: Teen & Up
Relationship(s): Aeolus <3 Telepora
Aditional Tag(s): trans nonbinary Aeolus, Telepora POV, ft other characters.
Word Count: 1180 words
AO3
[Note: a fill for the prompt "what are we?" from MiniFemslashFeb2022 {Fills Page}]
Telepora wasn't sure how to feel about her husband.
Don't get her wrong, he wasn't unkind. Aeolus had simply requested her hand in marriage in exchange for making an invading army flee (and he did it beautifully). She followed him even when unsure (like a dutiful wife should), but he never led her astray, never bend her will.
When he found the island Aeolia, building its unbreakable bronze walls, he simply requested her company while he worked. She worked on making paints and textiles because he spoke of making a palace as well. When the time for it came he asked if she could paint murals on whatever portions he finished at the time. Telepora didn't voice her insecurity (it wasn't a skill that was encouraged in her). But even though they looked kinda ugly, Aeolus simply smiled at the work and thanked her for it.
Throughout the years they had simply like that. Aeolus would request her help enough that she was able to improve her creative skills (to the point even she grew proud). He never made her feel small, never in danger.
Telepora would even say that he loved her, or at least enjoyed her for all of herself.
So when he asked for children, she agreed.
Now, they did have more children than mortals in their type of isolation would be overwhelmed by (they could barely handle three in pairs, let alone twelf!). It was days like this she thanked Chaos that she and her husband were gods.
The children were now grown out of their toddler-hood, and started playing more roughly. They tried to dissuade their daughters from acting so boyishly. But at this point they couldn't be bothered to change it anymore, they looked like they were having fun anyway.
Her youngest came up to her husband (Telepora was busy painting a recently repaired wall), seemingly for a wound she couldn't heal quite right. Aeolus turned from the late lunch he was eating, crouching down to meet his youngest's eyes.
"Oh, ___ you hurt yourself again?" he asked, gently examining her arm for where the wound kept bleeding. Flame pouted fiercely at her father's words "Daaaaad, I told you that isn't my name anymore!"
Aeolus made a face Telepora couldn't truthfully decipher "Why do you insist on such a simple nickname? The name I gave you was beautiful"
"I don't careeeee" Flame insisted, looking sadder then she did walking up to him.
Telepora sighed "Aeolus, please just start calling her Flame. You're currently the only one not to call her by her new name"
Aeolus looked, confused? "But why does she need to change it?"
"Does there need to be a reason?" Telepora asked in genuine "We let our daughters act like boys, we let all our children act half-mad. What's so specifically wrong with Flame's name?"
Aeolus looked, well Telepora wasn't sure honestly. Despite the many decades together, she never really learned who her husband was (simply that he was safe). But he simply healed Flame's wound and walked away to another part of the palace.
After days of not seeing Aeolus, Telepora knew she had to come look for him.
Eventually she knocked off all the rooms but one of the cellars they never used. She gently knocked the door, to which she heard a whining noise of a voice she didn't recognize.
She quickly grabbed a nearby spear the children must've misplaced and kicked the door in, because who dare come in their home?
It was…
well they looked like Aeolus.
The god in front of her felt like Aeolus, his aura and features matched for the most part. But it looked like (s)he had used (his? her?) powers to make her body (and voice apparently) a more femine one. The clothes hung off like a drunkard dressed her, sitting lowly on the floor while her eyes were puffy and red,.
Staring into her.
And the spear.
Telepora awkwardly twirrled with the spear before dropping it.
They stood there for a small eternity before Aeolus spoke.
"I thought… I thought I would've figuered it out by now"
She didn't understand "Figuer out what?"
"If I wanna be a man or woman"
Telepora slowly approached (her? him?) them, sitting next to them, simply rubbing their back. Awaiting when more words would come.
They didn't speak further.
She tried to prod something out of her spouse "What makes it so hard to choose?"
Aeolus looked miserable while looking away from her "Neither feel true to me"
Before Telepora could prod further, Aeolus continued "My father allowed me to change my sex when I felt it was wrong, but I kept being so indesicive that he told me to stop being so childish. And yet after all these decades, long after his death… I can't let go of it"
She simply hugged Aeolus as they started crying again "Why can't I just decide? I've been given good options my entire life and none of them feel right and, honestly? I don't think they ever will"
Telepora gently petted Aeolus' hair, trying to figure out what to say to cheer them up "Well… we never have done things conventionally. I'm not asking you to pick"
Aeolus simply buried themselves deeper to her body. Telepora let them.
When they later came out of that cellar, the children had buried Aeolus under hugs and kisses. Flame seemed more hesitant, but Aeolus simply hugged her tight and asked her to forgive them. They used their youngest's name.
As it usually went in their household, things moved on, they began with the next day.
But something started changing about her spouse.
As the household adjusted to them no longer being a specific gender, Aeolus seemingly became more bold. They played a lot more with their children, played pranks on Hermes whenever he flew to them, started to speak to her of stories they've enjoyed.
Aeolus begane just, having fun.
And it looked so beautiful.
Where once her spouse was quieter than mice, they started to speak louder than sirens, simply to enjoy their own voice. What they wore changed from day to day, but it was always colourful (they asked her to teach them how to sew, so they could embroider on their own). Aeolus started being, honestly, a bit of a trickster, whomever tried to contact their family, they'd fuck with the visitors.
Telepora felt like Aeolus was no longer a familiar stranger to her. This (now growing? there all along? did it matter?) was who her spouse was.
And she loved them.
It was a sunny day when she realized that was how she felt. Simply sitting in their lap before feeling compelled to kiss them. And for the first time, sparks were in her heart. Aeolus teasted her once they realized Telepora was beetred, and she simply started laughing (before peppering their face with kisses, to which they laughed).
Now Telepora knew what mortals sought Aphrodite for, what they gently hoped for in Eros. This love? With somebody who bloomed so brightly? It was beautiful.
