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Started February 16, 2022 by Deleted user

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Ren snorts. "I remember. Get some armor, then."

She stalks away. What is it with her, exactly, that she still loves me? I've done everything to make sure she doesn't, and yet…

Cleo hurries to follow her. "From where?" she asks, carrying her sword in her right hand.

(Okay, but tell me why I'm getting "boyfriend" by dove cameron vibes from them…?)

Ren shrugs. "Try looking in that city…? You know, where I just killed a bunch of armored people?"

(I don't know, but it's true, lol!)

Cleo scoffs. "Right. And you murdered them all why, exactly? Please enlighten me, I'm very intrigued."

(I know, it's so weird!)

Ren looks bemused. "The last war we fought together, we did not succeed in eradicating this menace. Therefore, I came back to kill the rest."

Cleo's eyes widened. "We didn't finish? You dragged me into that sea of people for nothing?" she asked.

Ren snaps. "Okay, if you want to do this on your own, go ahead. Because I distinctly remember being the one that killed most of that army. And being the one that saved your ass."

"You're a fucking demigod, of course you were going to be the one to kill most of them!" Cleo retorted. "And I never said I wanted to go at this alone, so stop putting words in my mouth."

Ren snorts. "Oh, so it's my fault at this point. Good to know. I'll keep that in mind when I'm saving your ass again. And doing most of the work. All I was saying is that no, we didn't kill all of them. Do you even remember the size of that damn army? It was massive. And I was rapidly losing power, trying to keep both of us alive."

Cleo narrowed her eyes and took Ren's chin firmly in her fingers. While she was shorter and weaker than her demigod counterpart, she was no less aggressive. "Thank you for saving me," she muttered, slowly and surely. "But I've been on my own for how many years without you, still loving you for the gods know what reason, and now you're back and I don't know what to do with myself."

Ren narrows her eyes at Cleo's touch, but doesn't slap her hand away or tell her not to touch her. Instead, she sighed, and her face softened from granite to concrete. "For what it's worth, I guess I'm sorry. But this does not change anything between us."

She draws herself away, her heart fluttering. Gods damn it.

Slowly, Ren makes her way to the cabin.

Cleo let her hand fall to her side limply when Ren drew away and headed off. She tried to ignore the feeling of loss she felt, but it was strong. Forcefully, she pushed it down and followed Ren back toward her cabin. "Don't go in there," she called.

Ren looks back. "Wasn't planning on it."

She passes the cabin, and continues walking. After a few hundred feet, she finds what she's looking for: a concealed cave in the mountains at ground level.

"Or, I have armor in here you can use." she says.

Cleo couldn’t help but sigh with relief as Ren passed by her little cottage without nearing it. She trotted along behind the demigoddess, wondering where they were going until she saw the cave, and her eyes boggled. “You never told me you had this here!”

Ren snorts. "Why would I? I have a lot of these mini armories scattered across various worlds. And besides, I only just remembered this one."

She pushes Cleo in, then produces a Light for the place. "We have platemail, half mail, chainmail, scale mail, leather. . . anything you could ever want."

She pauses. "Take two sets: one for true battles, one for sneaking around in the night."

Cleo stumbles when Ren pushes her, but she quickly regains herself, and looks around as the light illuminates the cave. Her eyes widen at the sight of everything, and she slowly walks forward, trailing her fingers over the armor. "Wow," she whispers.

Ren snorts, but internally chuckles drily.

"Just choose some armor already. We're wasting time here." she snaps.

Cleo rolls her eyes. "I am! I need to pick the right one! Give me a moment!" She browsed through and finally picked a battle armor set. She looked a bit more and found something else for, as Ren put it, sneaking around in the night.

Ren growls softly, and walks back out of the cave. She glares at the entrance, waiting for Cleo to come out.

Cleo eventually returned, rolling her eyes at Ren. "Alright, I'm back. No need to be so snippy," she muttered, wearing the battle armor and carrying the "sneaking" armor.

Ren continues glaring at Cleo. "Shut up."

She turns and strides away. Her leather armor was form-fitted to her, an adamantium-mithril alloy covering her torso, wrists, upper arms, shins and thighs over the black leather. The metal was light but nigh-indestructible. "Come on."

Ren's armor didn't leave much to the imagination, and Cleo couldn't help but stare. Cleopatra, pull yourself together! she scolded herself as her slightly shorter legs worked a bit harder to keep up. "Uh, where are we going now?" she asked, arching an eyebrow in question as she looked up at the demigoddess.

Without looking back, Ren says "Stop staring."

She turns one ear towards Cleo. "To a smaller bastion of these people. We'll be cutting them down at their supply chains first, leave them vulnerable. The attack on the citadel was a distraction. I left a surprise there, for anyone that investigtes."

As she's saying this, a loud, unnatural screech echoes through the valley, and Ren grins in satisfaction.

Cleo squinted her gaze. "Don't kid yourself. I wasn't staring. Not everything is about you, you know."

She flinched suddenly at the screech, drawing her sword. "The fuck was that?" she demanded.

Ren snorts. "I'm a demigod for a reason. I can feel you still looking at me."

She laughs. "A pet."

As she says this, a long jet of flame blooms against the sky and washes over the buildings. "Let's go. She'll catch up."

Cleo pulled her gaze away from Ren to watch the streak shooting across the sky. "A pet?" she asked incredulously. "What do you mean?"

Ren snickers. "Don't worry about it."

She turns away and starts walking again.

Cleo diligently followed and looked unamused. "Uh, you know that the second you tell me 'don't worry about it–'" she imitated Ren's voice, "that I'm going to worry about it."

Ren shrugs. "That seems like a you problem, not a me problem."

"And I don't sound like that." she adds.

"Oh please, yes you do!" Cleo countered. "That is exactly how you sound."