Chapter 929: Perfection [Bonus]
Tears glistened in her crimson eyes, not one of regret but extreme joy that she’d found such a man. Her man. She wished to meet the person who captured her heart so much that she was willing to choose him without a shred of doubt.
Her voice remained strong as she went on:
“Should you suffer grievous wounds, I will bleed in your place. Should poison threaten your life, it shall infect me instead, easing your pain. Should hunger gnaw at you and mana fail, the bond will draw from my body to sustain you. I offer myself as your shield, your sustenance, your salvation.”
The circle’s glow surged, shining brighter than ever, the final lines of her vow sealing into the air like iron branding flesh.
“I am yours to carry your burdens… now and forevermore.”
The curse carved into her soul like a bloody contract, the magic dark, old, and beautiful.
She smiled when it hurt. She wanted to hurt for him.
She’d given him everything.
—
The second memory stream ended.
This time, the mothers blinked slowly.
Then again.
Then again.
A beat passed.
And then, in perfect harmony, they breathed out:
“She’s perfect.”
Mearie put a hand to her chest. “Deranged, yes… but perfect.”
Luminara sniffled once. “She’d destroy the world for him. She’s the kind of woman I can trust to protect my Quinnie when I can’t.”
Quinlan smirked like a victorious tyrant, raising an eyebrow with smug satisfaction.
“I know, right? All my girls are pure perfection, I simply don’t miss. I’m incapable of doing so.”
A soft grumble escaped from behind him.
“So unfair…” Feng muttered, puffing her cheeks. “I wanna do the forehead thing too…”
Her voice was small, almost petulant, but the longing in it was unmistakable.
Both mothers turned slowly, their gazes settling on the pouting girl.
They stared.
Feng blinked, not understanding the current amount of scrutiny she suddenly found herself under, wondering if she’d said something bad while shrinking under the dual matronal gazes.
Then Luminara looked at Mearie. Mearie looked at Luminara.
And then—together—they turned back to Quinlan, eyes sharp, warm, and heavy with meaning.
“You should return home to your family, Quinnie.”
Mearie’s voice was velvet steel.
Luminara’s was lighter, but no less firm. “You’ve been away for far too long.”
Quinlan raised a brow, his lips quirking upward into the kind of amused expression only a son could make when observing the silly actions of his mother(s).
“Back before I departed on the trial, it was you two who insisted I couldn’t leave until the divine density started hurting me. Did we forget that already?”
The mothers didn’t blink.
Luminara placed a graceful hand over her chest, tilting her chin in mock thought.
“We may have gotten… slightly carried away.”
Mearie snorted. “Slightly?”
Then both women turned to him with renewed seriousness in their eyes.
“While it’s true that time doesn’t move in Thalorind,” Mearie began gently, “not while you’re here with us. But that doesn’t mean your heart is bound the same way.”
“We know it’s pulling you,” Luminara added, voice soft but certain. “Toward them. Toward your world. Your path. Your women.”
“They are your tether, Quinnie. The threads of fate you’ve knotted yourself into, lives you’ve changed and been changed by. Bonds too sacred to ignore.”
They leaned in together, foreheads brushing briefly in a silent unity.
“You’re our son, not our husband, Quinnie. You were never meant to remain with us forever. Your mere existence fills us with utmost joy; you don’t need to spend your whole life actively cheering us up. After all, you have your own life to live. Your own people to take care of.”
“It’s only natural for you to return to their embrace.”
Luminara’s voice remained gentle, but a teasing note crept in as she leaned back slightly, eyeing Quinlan with a glint that only a far-too-comfortable mother could wear.
“…And Serika,” she added pointedly. “That poor girl’s been patient for far too long. She doesn’t realize it herself, but she needs you, Quinnie.”
Mearie nodded solemnly. “She needs to feel your burning passion. Properly, as a man can embrace a woman he loves dearly.” Then she paused, lips pursing thoughtfully.
Quinlan raised a brow slowly, already sensing something both absurd and inevitable coming.
“Not that we’re complaining about helping her out ourselves,” Luminara added. “Pampering your little flame was a joy. A true privilege. We did our duty as supportive, nurturing mothers-in-law.”
“But it’s not natural,” Mearie cut in, placing two hands on her hips, looking at her son strictly. “Us pampering her with hugs and gentle words will only do so much… A bride deserves to be unraveled by her husband. It’s you who must be the one to help her get over her loss, not us.”
“So listen well, young man.”
“You must give her a proper, heart-melting, bed-breaking, soul-binding experience.”
Quinlan blinked. “That’s… quite the phrasing.”
“We expect howling,” Luminara said, holding up a finger.
“Crying,” Mearie added, holding up two.
“Even unconsciousness. If she’s not glowing in more than one way the next morning, then you have failed as a husband.”
Quinlan slowly lowered his hand, staring at them.
And then he laughed.
It started deep in his chest, an honest sound that broke into a wide, crooked grin. He reached out, pulling both mothers of his into a hug, their bodies pressing softly against his.
“You two are plain ridiculous… But you’re right,” he agreed in the end.
Luminara looked smug.
Mearie sniffed, clearly proud.
“That’s our boy.”
“Now go make her legs give out.”
They all laughed again as absurdity, love, and legacy all crashed into a single, silly, perfect moment.
Quinlan smiled, touched by the rare dose of graceful maturity they showed when it came to the topic of him leaving them behind. It seemed they were strangely okay with the prospect.
But then the expressions of the women shifted, becoming overly excited.
“Stop looking at us as if we’d gone mad, Quinnie! Truth be told… now that your soul realm can sustain mortals and bring them here…” Mearie’s eyes lit up.
“We must prepare!” Luminara clapped her hands with a spark of divine glee. “A grand meeting! A full reception! A formal introduction!”
“We have to host everyone! The elegant ones, the scary ones, the feral ones, the short angry ones…”
“… The ones that like licking! The ones with tails! We adore tails!” Mearie chimed in with enthusiasm far too genuine for comfort. She didn’t say it out loud in front of Quinlan yet, but truth be told, she could barely contain her desires to pet Blossom’s lush tail and adorable head.
In a flurry of excited chaos, they twirled, curtsied to an invisible court, and began introducing themselves one by one to imaginary versions of his lovers.
“I am Mearie, Quinlan’s human mother! I’m…”
“And I am Luminara, Quinlan’s elven mothers, and I’m…”
Quinlan watched it all with a slow, dawning smile. Something so bright, so real, rising up inside him at the sight of these two forces… behaving like the complete and utter lovable idiots he cherished them to be.
“I’ll leave after I’m done washing.”
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