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originally posted in:The New Dojo
2/14/2017 12:45:06 AM
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Fionn laughs.
"Yeah, I did. I... Needed to say a few things."
"Like what, Fin?"
She asks, leaning her head on his shoulder.
"Well, ya know we signed up for tha' job to visit the Kremlin in ol' Russia?"
"Yeah?"
"I just... I have a real bad feelin' about it. Like we ain't gonna make it through...."
She reaches up, cupping his face.
"We will. We allways do."
She tells him.
"I know, but I had to ask ya somethin'. An' it can't wait."
He says, smiling.
"And what might that be?"
He drops to his knee and pulls out a ring.
"Pox... Jamie. You know I love ya... An' I want ya to be mine for as long as we live. Will ya marry me?"
He asks her.
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"Oh." Fionn looks at the ground. "I... Guess tha' was part o' what I forgot then."
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"It's alright... Sometimes we forget.."
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He frowns. "I can barely remember anything..." He rubs his forhead. "I remember you... Thank the light." He smiles. "An'... I remember the Traveler. And...." He frowns.
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"You remember me.... that's what matters."
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He smiles up at her, leaning in to kiss her.
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She kisses him.
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He holds the kiss for a moment before pulling back and hugging her. "Thank you... For naw leavin'." He tells her.
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"Why would I ever want to leave you?" She asked.
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"Ya mean aside from the fact I'm a darkness corrupted mess with an evil knife and practically no memory? Face it, I'm naw worth the trouble. " He sighs, looking down at the ground.
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Pox, or Jamie, tackles him to the ground with a kiss. "Of course I will, dummy!" He says through tears of joy. He slides the ring onto her finger. The vision fades to black. [i]She was my first bearer, the one known as Pox, and the one of many I knew as friend. When she well, my blade passed to him.[/i] The Ahmkara continues.
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Pox, or Jamie, tackles him to the ground with a kiss. "Of course I will, dummy!" He says through tears of joy. He slides the ring onto her finger. The vision fades to black. [i]She was my first bearer, the one known as Pox, and the one of many I knew as friend. When she well, my blade passed to him.[/i] The Ahmkara continues.
