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After a while, he would catch her eye. He was dipping down, almost upside down as he pulled a book of the shelf. His wings were glowing with...
She grinned at him. “I think it’s wonderful,” she said, her fingers intertwining with his for just a moment before she reverted back to their...
He was up at the highest parts of the library, looking along the shelves.
She walked out to the water, the sparkling river up to her knees before she turned to him. Her hair was golden in the sunlight, her eyes a soft...
“I don’t think you understand how research works,” he chided playfully, taking to the air.
She laughed a little, squeezing his hand. “Why not? You gotta start thinking about your future.” She paused, looking out at the water before...
It flickered a little and he beamed at her, resting her forehead against hers. “Maybe.”
She flushed, shaking her head a little before a playful smirk crossed her mouth. “No. I’ve already got an attractive guy to be my friend,” she...
“I’m going to try to look at some stuff here too. The Fae library is the largest I’ve ever seen.”
She laughed lightheartedly, squeezing his hand. “The, uh, salesgoblin told me that a lot of girls go down at the beach with swimsuits on.” She...
“Of course it’s okay,” he said with a shrug. “Why would I stop you from doing more research?”
She took his hand, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m sorry you’re stuck with me for right now,” she teased. “Maybe you’ll meet a nice demon girl...
He gave her a small grin, kissing her forehead. “I love you too. This will be good for you to get used to.”
She looked up at him, her eyes tracing over the scar gently as she watched. She lifted a hand uncertainly, as if to touch it before she looked...
“Do you feel better about it now?” he asked, brushing her hair back.
She flushed a little before opening the curtain. She was small; the goblin hadn’t been wrong about that. With the swimsuit on, he would be able...
She made contact and she would feel him take her hands. “You did it!”
She popped her head out, looking embarrassed. “Could you help me with a lace?”
She would be able to sense him floating around her like a nervous hen. “There you go... that’s it...”
She slipped into her stall, and after a few minutes, he would hear her. “...Z?”
