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"Alive and more."

Victory in gaining what was stolen from him had invigorated him beyond measure. His right arm was surely missed, but something far more precious had been found in the blood that blinded him so in that furious battle. Where so many lives were lost, where precious comrades were forsaken for some idiotic righteous cause of a would-be-god. Aureate fury had laid witness to his own power, to what had been awoken in the oncoming triumphant spree. His heart responded to the call of everything that he had lost--but everything that he could gain.

"...Annie."

Breathed was her name, a title that bestowed such vigor to him in the eye of that seemingly endless storm. He looked to her in adoration once more, ire dispelled for the lack of strength to carry it out. Leather no longer still across floorboards, his frame now inches from her own as he began to simper towards the lioness before him. "If I hafta' break through that glacial barrier again, I will. ...I'm here to stay. I'm here to be with you."

And there was a chance that she would deny him the right to indulge in something so selfish--so unlike them. They were maimed beyond reckoning, hearts so tender that they bleed to a mere graze. But there was no amount of might in the world to deny what he harbored for this being--this girl wound in titanium and bathed in carmine.

So came the confession of his core, discovered on the edge into oblivion.

"I love you."

     Recollections beg a bittersweet remembrance from her, beckoning forth that which she buries so deep in the cavity of bare-bone existence. For all her want, all her power, she is still just a girl. A girl so dutifully wrapped in that which she is predestined for — a life of glory and gore, befitting of her station and purpose. She does not dispute that he had to leave nor does her temper flourish at the thought of it. By now, the maiden girl had grown used to such behavior from those she knew, those who she became… dare she think, attached? Names and faces to pass over her memory and all the same, they leave. One after the other — her father, her friends, and simply put something more.

     Never questioning. Never yielding to fate. She moves onward. His happiness is paramount in that moment, a stillness overlooking the ireful chill, and she cannot berate such behavior. Why for? To what end would that garner her. Placing undue demands on someone who sparsely came to a glimmer in her mind.

      It’s easier when they don’t come back. 

           ❝ I didn’t ask you to, I’m not so childish. ❞

     Shoulders slump and weariness flutters through her voice. Tiresome is this process, unwilling to batter and bray for longer than needed she simmers herself. Useless tidings. In careful stride she does take a step or two towards the straw-haired boy, nose crinkling as lapis lazuli irises look beyond the strong loll of his shoulder.

            ❝At least you’re alive.             I suppose that’s something to remark on. ❞

                       Unlike so many others I knew. 

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Sneaks a quick kiss to her cheek

     Startled, a noise squawks from her lips, face contorting into an ugly grimace through a filtered tint of carmine. Pouting, she sneers at him, hating locks of similar shade and irises that burn like embers.  Yet her tone chips away a disgruntled exterior, a harsh whisper of nothing more than embarrassment. Certainly not distaste if the blush creeping along her neck is anything to speak of.  

            ❝ Ugh, you wanna get beat? ❞

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     There’s a manner of truth in which he speaks. A challenger to her aggressor and hardly such a thing couldst she broke an argument with. Age swept him, only slightly, but enough for her to notice the twinge in his timbre, the length of his face, or the lines of his cheekbones upon a weary visage. And when he poses his question, voice moreover gruff than tender, she finds a touch of insult. She is a tyrant of giants, not some petty girl… But, oh, how she feels like one. Insignificant and confused. 

          ❝ You aren’t worth the effort. ❞

     She intones harsher than intended, fingers finding purchase upon the wide berth of belted hips before gilded tresses shake from her head. Sighing follows soon after, tongue darting out to wet chapped tiers, and she issues an eye roll as an apology.

           ❝ What I mean is that why would I bother to hit you.            It’s not like it would be a fair fight anyway…            You might have gotten soft in our time apart. ❞

                                           Too much time. 

(Ouch.)

Not really. He expected worse.

She might have been teasing, hell if he knew, but her words rung of sincerity. And she would be correct in assuming what has become of his heart. Even his mind, at times. In times of peace, he experienced things that one so adventurous as he could never accomplish or even relish in. It's not as if he enjoyed being away from her, worlds apart and separated by a sea of infinite journeys. But sitting by and wallowing in his own damned pity wasn't the thing to do, not for him. Instead, he spent as much time with the ones he loved--with the brother that he nearly lost.

He will accept the blame for leaving. But never will he relent to unwarranted guilt for enjoying the time after his battle. After years of searching for the impossible, after exhausting every damned scenario the point of going mad.

He cannot apologize for it. He won't.

"...Deal with it."

The sound of blatant tone remained as it did moments ago, but the eyes of a retired soldier told differently. A flicker of auric fury, flaxen brows furrowed towards the woman before him. The woman he adored. "Did ya' want me to wallow in misery? That it?" Venom seeped into a familiar course of speech, guise transferred into something that she should recognize; valorous.

"I ain't gonna' apologize for enjoying my peace. Not one damn bit."

(I'm sorry.)

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     Had want not flared with the impromptu appearance, she may have found herself hard pressed to care. Glacial guise plasters itself all the same, bottom lip pouting in characteristic manner whilst a brow arches at his soft teasing. He should know better and utterly so — the time spent apart did no favor to her affections, though anger did not boil or brim, instead relief did flood and the behemoth queen wavers in her annoyance.

          ❝                     Long time, indeed.           So, are you going to make a habit of           just showing up whenever you want           to?  ❞

"If that was true, you know I would have been here the day after I left."

Painfully blunt, yet she would find a different tone in contrast to how he sounded in the year before. Tender--more aligned with what was happening, instead of the brazen timbre that often ranged louder than what it was now. Serenity has laid her touch upon him, marking a soldier so plainly for all to see--for her to see. 

"...Well?"

An open query for the other to snatch, arms extended out to each side, leaving him exposed for what he expected. An eyebrow to rise from where curiosity was blossoming, cognition reminding him of how carefully he should tread. 

"You gonna' beat me bloody or what?"

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femaletitantype said: "You don’t say."

"I do say. Geez, weren't you payin' attention?"

Daring to jest towards someone that held his own heart, beating under the paws of a lioness. The urge, the need to embrace this goddess before him was dire. Wound in titanium and made of fire, doused only by the tempered fury of her heart.

He has missed her.

He has ached for her in the year he has been gone.

Funny how it felt like a decade.

"Long time no see, Queen."

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