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Mary Anne sits curled in a corner of the shower stall.
I can't do it, and as for you
Her clothes are in a soggy pile at the other end of the shower. She's contemplating burning them later, when she gets out.
Can you in good conscience even ask me to
If she gets out.
Cause what do you care about the great divide
The water is freezing but that's not why she's shaking.
As long as you come down on the winner's side

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"I know you do."

His fingers travel along her spine.

"Maybe I should also talk with Gorlim. Or the god. Or both of them." He chuckles. "Or I could just sit back and watch it all fall apart." Ruin doesn't really care. He rolls onto his back, pulling her with him. "How large of a house should we get?"

"I'm sure any and all of those conversations would go swimmingly."

She folds her arms on his chest, resting her chin on them. "Well, that depends. Do we want this to be just for us? Then we'll only need one bedroom. Unless we want company...or just different beds to have sex in."

"Our funds are quite unlimited. A one bedroom cottage in Greece? It sounds very small..."

He's used to the castle.

Lots of room.

But... maybe... he doesn't need so much room any longer.

"But cozy," she counters.

"Could always get something a little bigger; turn the bedrooms into something else. How close to the water, d'you think?"

"As close as you like."

He grins.

"But I insist we have space for animals."

"Deal," she says, grinning back.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Horses. Goats. Maybe some chickens."

He chuckles.

"I remember we had a farm when I was young..."

"Someplace with plenty of room, then. Could take the horses down to the beach."

She lifts her head. "Really? You remember much about it?"

He shrugs.

"Bits and pieces. Comes and goes. I just remember we had a farm. It wasn't much, and by the time I left, it was pretty much dead land."

"We'll make ours last," she murumurs.

"Keep it alive."

He chuckles and looks down at her.

"You never struck me as the farming type, Legs."

"Well...never tried it," she admits.

"But I'm a fast learner."

"I know you are," he says, kissing her nose. "How about we get some sleep, hmm? You've had... an exciting evening."

"To say the least."

She tugs the comforter up higher, then drapes an arm over his waist. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he murmurs. "And... everything will work out. It always does."

She wants to say 'I know.'

"I hope so."

She presses a kiss to his shoulder. "Night, lover."

He hugs her close and then begins to idly stroke her hair as he drifts in and out.

"Night, Legs."

Much to her surprise, she doesn't have any trouble falling asleep.

And if her dreams are dark, she doesn't remember them when she wakes.

It's a night for small favors.

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