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It takes them a while - they are quite busy holding each other - but eventually in spite of the perpetual darkness in the sky, they realize they're exhausted. It's been a long day. The helpful mage and her husband offer them a place to sleep, but that place turns out to be inside a tent. With two other people. Two other newly married people.
Isabella and Adarin decide the better option is to go with her hammock. It involves Isabella almost entirely on top of her husband, but neither of them mind. Snuggles are recommended after death and subsequent resurrection, and trauma from same. Adarin's still a bit shivery and occasionally uncoordinated post-magic loss, but he can hold his wife just fine. Snuggles are provided for both parties, and eventually they both fall asleep, suspended in the air by cloud-pine.
prodigal_miser
dark_light
"Mm-hm. But besides alts and immediate family let's not overdo it, we don't want the hassle again."
prodigal_miser
"Agreed, the hassle was annoying. Worth it, worth every minute of it, but - annoying."
dark_light
"But if this one turns out to be annoying too please don't die yet again just to get another shot. It is legal to do vow renewals as often as one likes without intervening mortality."
prodigal_miser
"Of course, of course."
He snickers. "How would I even explain that? 'I'm sorry, dear, but I wanted to marry you again so obviously I had to die first.'"
He snickers. "How would I even explain that? 'I'm sorry, dear, but I wanted to marry you again so obviously I had to die first.'"
prodigal_miser
"No, and I wouldn't blame you in the slightest for that. If I think that is an intelligent thing to do, hit me over the head with something, because it's either an imposter or mind control."
prodigal_miser
It is! Look at it, all on a plate and food-shaped and everything.
Also delicious. It is that, too.
Also delicious. It is that, too.
prodigal_miser
"He isn't! If he were I would be annoyed with him, and then probably commandeer his kitchen to make something edible."
dark_light
At length, they are fed, and walk back to Terrible Adarin's House. Isabella opens the door.
darkest_evening
And there is Terrible Adarin. Sitting, eating a modest little meal.
"Hello," he says, glancing up.
"Hello," he says, glancing up.
darkest_evening
"Certainly. I've arranged things so your husband's ghost will not be lonely, I'm just eating before sleep."
darkest_evening
"A few people that owe me favors. They're all very nice, one of them volunteered when she heard the situation."
dark_light
"Ours - well, mine is sort of lying in wait until another Isabella-proper turns up - are Ice for me and Cypress for him."