178 Vol. 3 pt. 48 Patch 8.0: The Temple in the Fores (2/2)

”It's alright, Cassandra. I love you. Even the part of you that calls me a bastard and threatens to kill me – I love all of you.”

”But – but I don't want to be like that anymore.”

”Then don't be. I'll love you even if you stop doing that. I'll always love you no matter what, alright? I promise.”

”R-really?”

”I promise to love you forever, Cassandra,” Fenrir pledges, kissing the top of her head again.

”Then – me, t—I promise to – the same… I – I! I promise to love you forever!” Cassiel practically shouts into his face, hardly an inch separating them now.

She turns bright red when she realizes how loudly she just shouted that, but she doesn't dare avert her eyes from his. That would just be running away from how she truly feels, and she refuses to do that from this moment on. Her excited pledge, no matter how embarrassing it may have been, is the first step forward for her.

Fenrir is red from her statement as well, and he desperately wants to wipe away the new tears running from her eyes, but he knows that they're not tears of sadness this time.

They wrap their arms around each other and allow their lips pressing against one another to do all of the talking.

With their voices silenced, nothing but soft moans escaping their mouths as they kiss, the tunnel outside grows quiet as the undead outside can no longer hear anything coming from within the room.

Of course, neither Cassiel nor Fenrir cares about that right now. All they care about is each other.

”Hey,” Cassiel pulls away and whispers, ”earlier you said something about our hair. Do you… do you have a preference?”

”A preference for what?” Fenrir asks, running his fingers through her hair and petting the back of her head.

”How – how I have my hair.”

”Nope. I think you'd look good with all sorts of hairstyles. Even if you go bald, I'll still love you and think you're perfect.”

”I'm not going bald, you… I love you.”

”It's alright if you slip up sometimes. I'm sure it's habit at this point to call me a bastard.”

”No! I'm not – I refuse to call you that again. I'll only call you that if you cheat on me or do something to really piss me off. You don't deserve to be called a bastard just because I'm bad with my emotions.”

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”You know, you said earlier that you're worried about not treating me good, but you really are amazing to me, Cassandra. You take care of me, help me clean up, you tease me for what I'm into but I know you don't actually judge me, you're a badass, don't get mad at me when I stare at your boobs, you wear sweaters, and you're just perfect.”

”Those sound like low standards.”

”Hah, I know they might sound like low standards, but I mean it. You really are perfect whether you're calling me a bastard or not. I'm sure Serra and Alice think the same.”

”Can – can I just ask one thing, please?”

”Of course you can.”

”I don't mind if you poke my sides sometimes… but can you – can you please stop doing it in public? It really is embarrassing, and I don't like other people hearing me make those sounds.”

Fenrir places his hands on her sides, but he doesn't poke her. Instead, he gently slides his hands up and down along her sides which sends shivers up her spine and causes her to arch her back. ”I promise not to poke your sides in public anymore, Cassandra. I'll make sure nobody else does, either. If there's anything that ever makes you uncomfortable or that you don't like, just let me know and I'll promise not to do it. Alright?”

Cassiel smiles and nods her head before kissing him again.