Orion walked in silence, his gaze fixed on the streetlights that speckled the road with artificial glimmers.
Each step was a search for words or courage.
The night wrapped around them like a silent veil, complicit and watchful.
"Hm… look, Selene… I have a wife" he murmured, visibly embarrassed.
Selene let out a light laugh, her voice echoing with gentle irony, as if she had expected that confession.
"Orion, that's common among immortals" she replied, her eyes sparkling with affectionate provocation. "Over the ages, I've seen all kinds of relationships. Some… exotic. Others, surprisingly traditional. But I must say" she smiled mischievously "that exclusivity between just two souls is rare among the eternal."
She laughed again, recalling an old anecdote.
"A friend of mine, at the dawn of our youth… had one hundred and three husbands. She killed them all. They say it was because they delayed her cultivation practice for too long."
