Light stretched contentedly, tracing her fingers along Dark’s sinewy body. Last night’s lovemaking had left her spent and euphoric, as always. Soon they would bathe together and get into character for the daily augury.
Dark murmured with pleasure and then, frowning, turned towards her lover. “I’m tired of the staged ceremonies, my love. I think… I’m coming to despise our farce.”
Looking into her beloved’s deep chocolate eyes, Light sighed. “Dear, you know the normals would never accept us if we weren’t the ‘Holy Omphalos’… Everyone has their role to play.”
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