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He gasped. "So mean."
She nodded quietly. "That's the one."
"Hm.. True.'
He leaned down to kiss her. "Good luck."
"It was on the way.. Don't worry." She reached back and grabbed an aquamarine dagger, made from sea glass. The handle was wrapped carefully in...
"Maybe.."
He smirked. "Oh? You can try."
She buried her face in her shoulder, her arms around him. She was shaking, but said nothing about it. "I brought you something.."
She wiped it off on his shirt. "I will leave and you will get cold again."
He didn't let her go. "What will you do now?"
She nodded slowly. "There was three of them.. One was tall and had a beard and black hair with a scar across his eyebrow. The other one was...
She gasped, pulling it away. "Ew!"
He squinted before flipping over, pinning her down playfully. "What will you do now?"
She hesitated, looking down. "It still hurts, but I'll be alright."
She covered his mouth playfully. "Stop that."
He shook his head. "I'm not."
She brushed back his hair gently. "It's me."
She grinned. "Oh, shush."
He grabbed her arm. "Somewhat."
