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[feralfanatic]

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[feralfanatic]

I know you will, Gizmo. That is why I view your capability to be stubborn as a wonderful thing. You never give up if it is something that you care about. It is reassuring to know that I am one of those things.

It is just hard, especially with everything that has been happening, to not feel an air of finality to everything.

[She nuzzles her head into his.]

If we should fail in our attempts to stay, I am at least thankful that I got a chance to finally meet you, and grow close to you. These last months have been some of the best in my life, and I really mean that.

[aim_exorable]

They're just physical homes. They can always be rebuilt. Those aren't what helped make our memories. [He presses back, cupping the side of her face with that usual gentleness of his.] I don't need them, because I have you, and Lysunder, and the children.

Nothing has ended yet. We still have time.

[feralfanatic]

We do... do we not?

I can always count on you, can I not? My Darkleer; my balance. I truly am blessed to have you.

[As quickly as her anxious mood had started, it ended, as she allowed herself to be comforted.]

[aim_exorable]

[He seems to shrink a little, and his grip on her tightens slightly.]

Not as blessed as I am to have you.

[feralfanatic]

[Then, if he needed a sign she was actually starting to feel better about the situation, she gets into one of her silly moods.]

Oh, a blessed-off is it?

[Nuzzle, nuzzle]

I am going to be so thankful to have you your head will spin!

[aim_exorable]

Oh dear, whatever shall I do?

[He's starting to smile a little bit too, unable to help himself.]

[feralfanatic]

Lose, because I am going to win. That is what.

[She has totally got this.]

[aim_exorable]

If I lose, I might feel so very distraught and be in need of paps.

[He does too.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple squints at him. Was he admitting defeat, or making a clever play? Either way, she paps him once on the shoulder.]

Well, you know I will always be there to do that. As many as you might need.

[Another pap, followed by her grin.]

Even if I am more blessed.

[aim_exorable]

Not as blessed as me.

[Cuddle.]

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple gives him an amused smile. Sneaky Darkleer.]

Oh? I did not know it was possible to go higher then perfectly blessed. After all, that is what I am.

[aim_exorable]

[He will admit to this so long as he can keep cuddling.]

You can always get more blessed.

[feralfanatic]

[There is no sign of breaking of the cuddle from the Disciple camp. A 12% increase in snuggling, however, does happen as she nuzzles against him playfully.]

Well then I shall strive to be even more blessed, above even what I previously thought possible.

[She was not even sure if she was making any sense at this point, and she could not really bring herself to care.]

[aim_exorable]

Oh dear, I suppose I really cannot beat that, can I?

[feralfanatic]

Nope. It is unbeatable, I am afraid. I will not stop you from trying, however.

[aim_exorable]

May I simply hug you instead?

[feralfanatic]

[Disciple makes a show of pondering sagely, even stopping to stroke an imagined beard.]

The most blessed... says yes.

[Disciple laughs, and with that she curls up closer to him, enabling the hug.]

[aim_exorable]

[He gives a deep rumbling chuckle, curling around her much smaller body.]

Is that your new title now?

[feralfanatic]

No. I think I will stick with the one I have.

[She laughs.]

Or I might possibly try... Hugsciple.

[Squeeze.]

[aim_exorable]

Now you're just being ridiculous.

[feralfanatic]

Yes. Yes I am. Mostly because I am in quite a good mood. You sort of have that effect on me.

[She knows Darkleer cannot hug her as hard as he might want. Such is the perils of super-strength. So she does her best to hug him as tightly as she can. She might be slightly stronger then the average troll, because of her time in the wilds, but it is nothing compared to the might of her moirail.]

Oh! You can be Cuddleer!

No?

[aim_exorable]

[Just a moment of silent judgmental staring.]

[feralfanatic]

No it is then.

Very well.

[She presses herself against his chest.]

...cuddleer...

[aim_exorable]

No.

[feralfanatic]

Okay, Gizmo, you win. The name is dead and gone. Lost to the sands of time. Forgotten in the annals of history. Woe to the befallen monicker.

[She certainly could be over-dramatic at times. Especially when cuddled up on her moirail's chest.]