Glimpses Into Another Time: Arslan: Winning the Argument
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Eight Years After Salem's Defeat
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The front yard of the Arc farmhouse was a chaos of small running feet and late-afternoon light. Petra chased little Neptune through the grass with single minded intensity. Somewhere inside, Jaune's voice rose and fell as he wrangled dinner and their newest baby, Kazuma.
Arslan sat on the porch steps with her hands folded in her lap, watching it all with that same unshakable calm she had carried through war and wedding and every long night since. Pyrrha sat beside her, too still, eyes on the children and not quite on her oldest friend.
"Pyrrha," Arslan said quietly. "You still love my husband, don't you?"
Pyrrha's shoulders tightened.
"It's all right," Arslan continued. "You can admit to it."
Pyrrha was still hesitant to admit such a thing, but she knew when she had been had. She let out a thin breath.
"How long have you known that I was still in love with him?"
"That's not important." Arslan's gaze stayed on the yard. "What is important is that you admit it."
Pyrrha sighed. "Yes. I'm still in love with Jaune. I have never stopped being in love with him… nor will I ever."
Arslan nodded once. "I understand…"
She almost looked amused.
That, more than the words, irritated Pyrrha. She narrowed her eyes.
"You do realize you're not pregnant anymore, right? Which means I'm more than okay with fighting you right now."
"No, no…" Arslan's mouth curved, just slightly. "I mean… Pyrrha. If I made the offer, would you join us?"
Pyrrha answered with zero hesitation.
"Yes. Absolutely."
Arslan studied her for a long moment. "Would you be willing to join the Church of the Tablebreaker? Genuinely. Not live a lie?"
Again, without hesitation. "Yes. Absolutely."
Arslan's eyes warmed with something that might have been triumph. "…So you finally admit I am right about your paganistic gods failing you and being false?"
Pyrrha narrowed her eyes. "You realize I only argued with you on that because my publicist told me to, right? I haven't been inside one of those temples since I was eight."
"I know." Arslan's voice was almost fond. "But you are most becoming when you are pouting."
Pyrrha crossed her arms and pouted. "I'm not pouting."
Arslan smiled. "You are."
Pyrrha rolled her eyes, the fight going out of her in a playful huff. "Okay, fine then. I was pouting. Now, what else do I have to do?"
"Marry Jaune," Arslan said simply. "With a ceremony involving myself. Then… we are a true family."
Pyrrha quirked an eyebrow. "And you're fine with me moving in as a result of that?"
Arslan turned to look at her fully then, calm and serious and kind in the way that had always made Pyrrha feel comforted and outmaneuvered at the same time.
"Pyrrha… I am all right with expanding our family and sharing so that one of my oldest friends doesn't die alone and miserable."
Pyrrha clicked her tongue. "Tsk. I hate that I can't argue against that. Still…" Her gaze drifted back to the yard, to Petra wrestling Neptune into the grass, to Isabelle and Nick tumbling after them. "What do we tell your—our kids, let alone our family and friends?"
Arslan did not hesitate.
"The truth."
She watched her children laugh, sunlight caught in their hair.
"We did save the world, after all."
Pyrrha shrugged, a small, helpless smile tugging at her mouth. "Fair enough. We are afforded some amount of leeway after all."
"Agreed," Arslan nodded. "But I am still glad we will be in the same afterlife, now that you admit I am right."
Pyrrha scowled.
"Pride and gloating are a sin, you know."
Arslan smiled gently.
"I will do penance later."
Eight Years After Salem's Defeat
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The front yard of the Arc farmhouse was a chaos of small running feet and late-afternoon light. Petra chased little Neptune through the grass with single minded intensity. Somewhere inside, Jaune's voice rose and fell as he wrangled dinner and their newest baby, Kazuma.
Arslan sat on the porch steps with her hands folded in her lap, watching it all with that same unshakable calm she had carried through war and wedding and every long night since. Pyrrha sat beside her, too still, eyes on the children and not quite on her oldest friend.
"Pyrrha," Arslan said quietly. "You still love my husband, don't you?"
Pyrrha's shoulders tightened.
"It's all right," Arslan continued. "You can admit to it."
Pyrrha was still hesitant to admit such a thing, but she knew when she had been had. She let out a thin breath.
"How long have you known that I was still in love with him?"
"That's not important." Arslan's gaze stayed on the yard. "What is important is that you admit it."
Pyrrha sighed. "Yes. I'm still in love with Jaune. I have never stopped being in love with him… nor will I ever."
Arslan nodded once. "I understand…"
She almost looked amused.
That, more than the words, irritated Pyrrha. She narrowed her eyes.
"You do realize you're not pregnant anymore, right? Which means I'm more than okay with fighting you right now."
"No, no…" Arslan's mouth curved, just slightly. "I mean… Pyrrha. If I made the offer, would you join us?"
Pyrrha answered with zero hesitation.
"Yes. Absolutely."
Arslan studied her for a long moment. "Would you be willing to join the Church of the Tablebreaker? Genuinely. Not live a lie?"
Again, without hesitation. "Yes. Absolutely."
Arslan's eyes warmed with something that might have been triumph. "…So you finally admit I am right about your paganistic gods failing you and being false?"
Pyrrha narrowed her eyes. "You realize I only argued with you on that because my publicist told me to, right? I haven't been inside one of those temples since I was eight."
"I know." Arslan's voice was almost fond. "But you are most becoming when you are pouting."
Pyrrha crossed her arms and pouted. "I'm not pouting."
Arslan smiled. "You are."
Pyrrha rolled her eyes, the fight going out of her in a playful huff. "Okay, fine then. I was pouting. Now, what else do I have to do?"
"Marry Jaune," Arslan said simply. "With a ceremony involving myself. Then… we are a true family."
Pyrrha quirked an eyebrow. "And you're fine with me moving in as a result of that?"
Arslan turned to look at her fully then, calm and serious and kind in the way that had always made Pyrrha feel comforted and outmaneuvered at the same time.
"Pyrrha… I am all right with expanding our family and sharing so that one of my oldest friends doesn't die alone and miserable."
Pyrrha clicked her tongue. "Tsk. I hate that I can't argue against that. Still…" Her gaze drifted back to the yard, to Petra wrestling Neptune into the grass, to Isabelle and Nick tumbling after them. "What do we tell your—our kids, let alone our family and friends?"
Arslan did not hesitate.
"The truth."
She watched her children laugh, sunlight caught in their hair.
"We did save the world, after all."
Pyrrha shrugged, a small, helpless smile tugging at her mouth. "Fair enough. We are afforded some amount of leeway after all."
"Agreed," Arslan nodded. "But I am still glad we will be in the same afterlife, now that you admit I am right."
Pyrrha scowled.
"Pride and gloating are a sin, you know."
Arslan smiled gently.
"I will do penance later."