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4/16/2017 9:44:55 PM
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[spoiler]should we end it here, or keep going for a bit? What else do you want to do?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]alright, fair enough. One last part, though.[/spoiler] As they stood there, finally united, Kaebius approached Monica, and Tulleesh's mother approached him. Both of them were helding a small, simple-crafted pendant, made of wood. Tulleesh took it, and put it around her neck. He explains to her. "The simple craftsmanship symbolizes that love is always born of simple roots, and no matter how ludicrous the union becomes, the simplicity of our love will never change." The pendant was beautifully made, with obvious care and attention. They were old, too, she could tell, no doubt passed from generation to generation.
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The night moved on, celebrations pursued. They had a big, mighty feast, full of good wine and delicious meals. Then, they had more traditional Dorn ceremonies, like the Battle for the Royal Guard match beginning. Then, near the end, the dance. Many people had already left, tired or sleepy. The dancing floor was nearly vacant. Except for Monica and Tulleesh, who slowly danced hand in hand, clutching each other as they moved to the slow rythm of the soft music. "So..." Tulleesh started, softly. "How do you feel now, your highness..?"
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"We could visit the rest of the castles... even the ones on the other worlds... Monica, I have so many things to show you... I'm so happy you chose to do this with me. And now that you have accepted my blood... well, we're complete. There's no other way to say it."
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"I can't wait to see it, my love. We'll have to visit your cousin, too. Weren't you glad to see her come to your wedding? Coming out of hiding for her family... very nice of her. And she brought her girlfriend... didn't think she would be swinging that way." He says, chuckling. "But, I won't blame her. If it makes her happy, I'm glad for her."
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She was sitting at a table with Yusa, holding her hand softly. They were laughing heartily. She saw Monica's glance, and waves at her, a bright smile on her lips. "She got herself a nice woman... and I got you. The nicest woman of them all... I'm blessed, you know. Thank you for putting up with all my crazy stuff..."
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"Well, it's not completely eternal. It's just very, very, very long. My father... he's tens of thousands of years old. He will be alive still when our grandchildren have children of their own. Usually, a Dorn marries late in his lifetime. I married you fairly early... I'm only one or two centuries old."
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He smiles a bit smugly. "Yeah... that's about it. Consider it a head start." He chuckles. "A hot, sweet, handsome vampire man, knowledgeable, smooth scales, and ribbed for her pleasure... you really hit the jackpot, didn't you?"
