Weaver of Shadows
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He ducked, feeling the blow whistle above his head. He felt his sword grow longer and he plunged it into the cyclops’s stomach.
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Edgar rolled, moving more adeptly than he normally would do to the very intense battle training he’d received in the last few days. He should be able to take this cyclops on…right? He slashed at its thighs.
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“You’re fine, thanks.” He gave her a quick kiss, then, blushing, he ran towards the cyclops, Gift becoming a sword.
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@Immortal Platypus @Edema Rue @Lotus Blossom @RoyalBeeMage
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“Can I…borrow Gift for a second?”
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He leaned his forehead against hers. “I love that you love that, and that you do the same for me.”
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He smiled back, turning and wrapping his other arm around her.
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“I don’t know. Probably only a few minutes.”
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“You aren’t. I know sometimes it feels that way, but you are amazing.”
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“I love you too.”
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He held her like that for a long time.
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He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close to him.
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“There isn’t anything I’m trying to hide. There’s not a whole lot in my mind. It’s much emptier than it should be.”
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“Well I can probably do that.”
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“To be less confused? I don’t understand half of what’s happening.”
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She shrugged. “Not really.”
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She quickly hid her tiredness. She was good at hiding it. “Fine, you?”
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Do you like seafood?
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He followed her, wincing every step.
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“Yeah, probably.”
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“That’s a stretch. But I’m alive, thanks to you.”
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He did, tears springing to his eyes at the pain.
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“Yeah, I can walk…just not fast.”
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“Thanks.”
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“Me too. But…can you try to be glad even when I’m not here?”
