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She pursed her lips for a moment before nodding. "Okay. Where?"
"I don't know the elven traditions either."
She looked up at him in surprise, blinking. "Oh. Thank you, but I'm really not. This took me a while... do you want to eat?"
"Hey. My future is being with you. That's it. Okay?"
She raised an eyebrow playfully. "I'll dance with you."
"Maybe for you."
She beamed, clearly pleased as she lowered her goggles back on her eyes, taking out a sample of the cream. "I haven't tested it on live...
"It's not in my future, Av. Don't worry."
"Exactly. They aren't here."
"Well, we could do it the siren way, if you prefer."
She took a swap and brushed it over the cut. The ointment fizzed before slowly repairing across the wound. Poppy wiped it with a clean tissue and...
He laughed slightly, kissing her forehead. "It's not like I had much of a choice."
She looked around, one brow raised. "No one's here," she said playfully, stepping forward and trying to unfold his arms. "C'mon, Warner."
"Are you excited?"
She pulled on some gloves and gestured to a small bottle with white cream in it. Next to it was something almost like leather, stretched taut on a...
He glanced down at her, his hands slipping to cup her jaw. "You were the only thing keeping me there," he murmured.
She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as a smile played on her lips. "Warner, are you embarrassed?"
He kissed the top of her head as they looked across the dark park. "Hey. We're getting married."
Her dimples were exposed and she kissed his cheek before taking his hand, leading him to her work station. "I missed you too. Look at what I've...
"No," he admitted. "Not often. It was never really mine."
