Arcturus Imogen didn't need to wear anything special or revealing to catch Arcturus' eye. He was drawn to her because she was a part of him. His resonance. His other half. Marriage was a construct of the southern peoples of the world... it was not a thing that Starstriders practiced, though it was something that Arcturus learned the importance of to other cultures during his hundred years of travel among them. Leave it to fate to have him wonder the southern reaches for a hundred odd years, only to marry a girl he found living practically next door to his own home. She was a skittish, flighty, shy little thing when he found her... and only slightly less so now. It didn't matter though because in the still of a silence, her soul spoke to him, he heard the resonance even threw her fear and doubt, and it wad enough for him. He had married her because it was what
she needed, when for him, with a sound in the silence, they had been bounded more tightly and more deeply than one could be with vows or words.
He in many scenes of the word didn't really exist among the starstriders either - he likely looked more male than female to them, but physically, his people didn't have gender or secondary sexual traits - leaving him sometimes lacking or searching for understanding when faced with gender roles and biases in other communities. It didn't matter when he found Imogen though, because in her he found completion. For her, he was patient, kind, willing to do anything.
Before he even came threw the door of their home, Arcturus thought he felt the way that Imogen's energy was disrupted - fear, worry, insecurity - things that had always plagued her for as long as he'd known her had welled up to a near insurmountable level., When he stepped threw the door he was all but smacked in the face by it, when he saw here there, pacing so furiously she didn't even notice he'd come in. He could smell - hot dishes of meat, thick with heavily spiced sauces, the heat of which often burned the mouths of southerners... His favorite foods, dishes from his home, tugged at his longing for others like him... and yet, nothing tugged at him stronger than his connection Imogen. Nothing existed that could separate him from her - not even time or distance.
"Imogen," Arcturus said gently, but his distress was very evident in how strongly his second voice came threw - like an overlapping harmonious sound over and under his words,
"Imogen, what's the matter?" He came quickly to her side, stopping her pacing by getting into her path and reaching out strong arms and hands toward her, pulling her into him as her pacing steps carried her toward him.
Arcturus was
huge standing next to her - easily three times Inogen's size, for she was not only shorter than him, but slight... and Arcturus had arms that beat steal into submission, hands that worked the forge, and a body built for the hunt. She was tiny up against him, as he held her with such care against him. She fit perfectly into all of the right spaces, up against him. The missing peace to his puzzle. The one that made him whole.