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Here is Bella, catching up on her email, trying to come up with a reasonable mathematical approximation of the known abilities of evils versus arrows to guess how many dead people she can bring back with one of the latter, trying to come up with a prioritization scheme for putting her waiting list in order.
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tearingup
"I'm not that patient, but I do like chocolate," says Ripper. "Hmm, compromise?"
He has one bite of cake. And then looks at her hopefully.
He has one bite of cake. And then looks at her hopefully.
tearingup
Leaning across the table would be awkward, small though it is; he gets up and goes around.
bellfounding
Niceness! Chocolate niceness! That is good.
Pattern has no earthly clue what she's doing, but they're not on Earth, so maybe that is okay.
Pattern has no earthly clue what she's doing, but they're not on Earth, so maybe that is okay.
bellfounding
When they break apart, Bella plucks a petal from her shoulder. "I should have expected they'd have something folded in to, er, celebrate."
tearingup
Ripper laughs and presses a kiss to her forehead.
None of the flower petals have landed on their cake, which is nice, but the floor is now covered in drifts of black-white-purple-red.
None of the flower petals have landed on their cake, which is nice, but the floor is now covered in drifts of black-white-purple-red.
bellfounding
Bella plucks one of the newest flowers and puts it behind the unflowered one of Ripper's ears. And she smiles, and she blushes, and she takes another bite of cake.
tearingup
He grins, and kisses the top of her head, and smooths his hand over her hair opposite the flower.
And says thoughtfully, "You know, this 'sitting across the table' thing just doesn't seem like the best idea anymore."
His chair sidles around the circumference of said table and nudges the back of his knee. He sits in it and reaches for his plate, which scoots obligingly over in front of him. And then, because he is left-handed and Bella is right-handed and it's convenient that way, he holds her hand while he eats his cake.
And says thoughtfully, "You know, this 'sitting across the table' thing just doesn't seem like the best idea anymore."
His chair sidles around the circumference of said table and nudges the back of his knee. He sits in it and reaches for his plate, which scoots obligingly over in front of him. And then, because he is left-handed and Bella is right-handed and it's convenient that way, he holds her hand while he eats his cake.
bellfounding
Awwwww! Bella giggles helplessly at the encouraging enchanted-things and squeezes his hand and blushes rather a lot. She keeps peering at him out of the corner of her eye between bites of cake.
tearingup
Yes. Kisses are a much higher priority.
Mmmmm. Kisses.
(The walls grow a whole new set of flowers to rain petals on them again.)
Mmmmm. Kisses.
(The walls grow a whole new set of flowers to rain petals on them again.)
bellfounding
(Of course they do.)
Nummy chocolatey Ripper, om nom nom. Bella is getting the hang of this, she thinks. Also making thoughtful little noises in the back of her throat.
Nummy chocolatey Ripper, om nom nom. Bella is getting the hang of this, she thinks. Also making thoughtful little noises in the back of her throat.
tearingup
He is both nummy and chocolatey, it's true! And kissable. So very kissable. Much like Bella.
bellfounding
She finds the fact that he keeps kissing her very reassuring on the subject of her kissability, certainly.
bellfounding
She rather suspected so!
Fun fact: She doesn't actually have to breathe. She makes a habit of it, but she can stop.
Fun fact: She doesn't actually have to breathe. She makes a habit of it, but she can stop.
tearingup
...Well that seems handy.
Ripper, sadly, does have to breathe. But he is not inclined to let that deter him from kissing her a lot.
Ripper, sadly, does have to breathe. But he is not inclined to let that deter him from kissing her a lot.