Words carry weight. Sometimes they carry the exact opposite of what they appear to carry, wrapped in soft syllables and delivered with a straight face while something else entirely moves underneath.
Cuddle is one of those words. It sounds harmless. It sounds like Sunday mornings and oversized sweaters and something your grandmother would approve of. We did not write a Sunday morning song.
There is something The Vuré has always been interested in, the gap between what a thing is called and what a thing actually is. The polite surface and the complicated interior. The word that gets used in public for the thing that does not have a polite word. Language is full of these agreements, these mutual understandings where everyone in the room knows what is actually being said and no one says it out loud.
Cuddle is one of those agreements.
The Aether appreciates this kind of honesty disguised as innocence. It has a sense of humor about the way humans package their desires in socially acceptable containers and then hand them to each other with a wink. The wink is the whole point. The wink is where the actual communication happens.
We said cuddle. You know what we meant.
We didn't say snuggle.
-The Vuré