@Vuclan-is-tired
Antoine lands, his scythe in hand.
Antoine lands, his scythe in hand.
What's it this time, puppy?
Car crash. He replies, walking towards the dying victim.
That's too bad. She concentrates on her sketches.
He quickly takes care of the issue and returns home.
"That was quick." She notes as he returns.
"Shadow travel saves time." He shrugs, returning to normal form.
"I suppose it does." She walks over and hugs him.
He hugs her back, kissing her forehead.
She sighs happily. "How about when the snow melts, that's when we'll get married?"
"That sounds wonderful." He sighs happily.
"Doesn't it?" She takes a deep breath and exhales slowly.
He hums and smiles at her. "We should make a list of songs to play at the wedding." He begins to sway, taking her hands he begins to lead her around the room.
“How about…well, we’ll of course have to play some Spice Girls.” She laughs softly. “And Beatles, and Chicago.”
"Sounds like a good idea. Mmm… A little Chris Cornell?" He asks. "Or Pearl Jam. Just breathe is a good slow song."
“A tad of Lana Del Rey.” She grinned.
He laughs. "We should probably make a list, m'lady." He purrs, kissing her cheek.
The grin grows wider at the touch. "We should."
He laughs and nuzzles her shoulder. "I love you…"
"I know. I love you too." She replied, voice rather muffled in his shoulder.
He smiles softly, kissing her cheek.
She grins at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
He smiles and swirls her through the air.
Mar's grin only grows wider and giggles happily.
He laughs and brings her back down, kissing her softly.
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