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[moonsheen]

When he was assigned to her squad, things got off to a great start:

“Shiba Kaien,” she said. “As your commanding officer, I expect that you will--”

"Yo, Princess," he grinned. “You have a twig in your hair.”

And he reached right over to pluck it out.





Come to think of it, she dreamt the night before it all came down. That it was many years in the future, and that things had gone well. They weren’t married, of course, but they never had been before and things had still been well. There’d been peace those last few decades, and they were both content with that. She hadn’t killed for him once, for he knew he’d only need to ask and for that reason he never did and she could have loved him for that alone. It was many years in the future and they were sitting in front of a drop…on a roof? On a ledge. A large one. It overlooked most of the city. She had her sword in her lap, sheathed. She had his sword in her lap too, because he trusted her with these things after all this time. They must have decided to have tea there that day, because of the taste in their mouth, and she must have said something particularly silly, because she was blushing. He didn’t mind. He never did. He put one hand on her head and one hand on the flat part of her body below her breasts and above where her legs were bent under her.

“Captain,” she said. That and only that, but oh, things were very warm—

--and that was how it went.




“You’re mine,” hissed the hag, white hair hanging in her ugly face. She hobbled forward, robes swaying. In a husky voice, she said again: “You are mine. Bought and paid for, my dear, and there’ll be no getting around that.”

She raised her cane, and brought it down against the floor. Once. “Mine.”

Two. “Now into the pot with you.”

Three. “...please.”

Faced with such a predicament, Rinali carefully reached out and took the stick. “Ok.” She nodded. “I believed you up until the ‘please’.”

Like magic, the hag began to shudder. Her spine snapped straight. She cast aside her drab brown rags. She reached up, took the edges of her face, began to pull…

Allen tucked the leather mask under one arm. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. “…well.” He shrugged, helplessly. “I just thought I should add my own little touch to it.”