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Started March 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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She nodded, ducking her head. "Sorry…"

He grabbed her hand. "It's fine for now. If that man is rich enough to just carry a 50 in his pocket, he's rich enough to not care if it's missing."

Ari grinned as the trio finished building.

You: nice job guys gtg
MourningDove: c ya
MaxAMillion: bai

Ari shook her head and minimized the screen. Her eyes actually lifted for the first time to examine the room. Geez, Mom… you want me to make rich friends?

She nodded again, not sure what to say.

"Hey, guess what."

(am I still needed for a ship or nah?)

(I believe you're with @Camie Miracle)

(am I still needed for a ship or nah?)

(I grabbed Sage for Ari, but I can make another character if you want! I actually wanted to use her, then talked myself out of it, then realized that she would actually be better for something like this XD)

"What?" She looked up at him, curious what it was this time. If it's another declaration of his love, I don't think I'll be able to handle it any more gracefully

"I love you. No matter what, alright?"

Tessa smiled shyly, trying to suppress her blush this time. "Alright." Right, I gotta say it too. "I love you too." Her smile grew slightly. "Every demonic part."

"Don't forget the elf," he joked, smiling back.

"Faerie," she corrected with a smile. "Elves are descendants of the Fae, at least the ones I know of."

"While we're on the topic….I'm thinking about going and facing my dad."

She paled and her eyes widened. "No."

"No, for real, hear me out. Everyone tells me that I was supposed to be a doomsday bomb on the Vanguard, the one thing that would wipe y'all out for good. That was my sole purpose; the one thing he couldn't do. I'm the descendant of a god, a Fae, and a demon. If there was anything that could take him down, it would be me."

She chewed her lip, running the possibilities through her head. She spent enough time with Cinthia to know a thing or two about battle tactics. "You'd need training," she reluctantly said. "…But it could work." She didn't like it–any of it–but he was right. Agdrin wouldn't see it coming. We shouldn't be thinking about this. We're on a date, not the battlefield!

"I told you hear so I wouldn't get yelled at for it," He explained, looking down at his hands.

"Oh, you're still going to get reamed out by me," she declared, then ducked her head and lifted his chin so they were eye to eye. "But I get what you're saying. We can't fight him–he knows our tricks too well–but you can. And I can't fault you for this. It wouldn't be fair to you, and it'd be hypocritical of me."

"I'm just tired of getting chased by psycho whores and gangs of wizard killers. The only way I can past that is facing him." His eyes looked determined.

Her eyes searched his, finding his determination and resolve within them. "I'll be with you every step of the way."

A small smile creeped on to his lips. "I love you," he said for the third time in the same hour.

She smiled. "I love you too." This time, she wasn't freaking out, and she finally got it through her thick and paranoid head that he truly meant it.

"So, uh…how much are you gonna yell at me when we get home?"

One side of her lip quirked up in amusement. "You'll find out soon enough." It didn't look like she had any plans of yelling at him, though. She respected his decision and was actually somewhat proud of him for facing his father. He was definitely braver than she was.

He rolled his eyes, sitting back up straight. "When do you want to leave?"

She tilted her head. "It doesn't look like dessert is coming anytime soon. I guess whenever you want to."

"We can just come back tomorrow night."