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[The Handmaid had finally achieved her only goal after millenia--she'd finished her job ane been released from her contract, and the Condesce had killed her. She'd thought it would be a relief. She hadn't been expecting an afterlife, but even nothing would have been better than serving Lord English.

Unfortunately, nothing had changed. In fact, she didn't even know she was dead. Her life just replayed over and over and over again, and she still longed for death. She listened to Doc Scratch ramble on about the other ancestors, repeating himself until she had the stories memorized and they became mind numbing. Of course, when she didn't listen carefully enough, or Doc Scratch just thought she wasn't, he would punish her. His favorite trick was teleporting her onto the Condesce's ship until the lack of air made her pass out. Unfortunately, immortality didn't mean that she was immune to the adverse affects of his punishments, just that she couldn't die from them.

Lord English was much less elegant, and much harder to please. If he wanted her unconscious, he would simply slam her against a wall and choke her until her head swam and her lungs screamed and her only thought was of air. He wasn't nearly as picky about leaving marks, either, but after centuries of such treatment, she'd learned that allowing it and fighting back as little as possible often made him relent more quickly.

But the worst was when she was trapped in Doc Scratch's mansion, when Lord English had no use for her at the moment. She would pace, impatient, listening to the little puppet ramble on and on and critique her manners and patronize her endlessly. Unlike in her childhood, she no longer shows her rage so openly--there's no point. But in the mansion, all alone, with Lord English and Doc Scratch both off doing something assuredly stupid, she paces the rooms and daydreams about ripping the entire place apart.]

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Dunno. Can we?

[Teasing!!! It's obvious he believes in her completely and absolutely, but he has also set this out as a challenge. It's important to him that she does this on her own...!]

[She frowns, looking completely uncertain. She has no idea what exactly he means by "wishing", and she doesn't totally believe this will work, anyway. But she tries, picturing the location in her mind and focusing as hard as she can on her longing to be there, to be anywhere but here.]

[...okay. There may be some help from him here. The first time is always the hardest! It had taken him something that felt like sweeps to figure it out, so he... slips his hand out of hers and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding on as he helps push them away from this... awful place, and into the field she had mentioned]

[Everything falls into place sort of strangely. First there's the trees, then the grass, then the sky. Then the sound of the river filters in, and the night wind starts blowing and the grass gains texture and feel. There is very little doubt this is a dream as everything slowly slowly settles into place]

[For a second she's too distracted by his arms around her to really look at where he's taken them. She's missed him, and having him here again just makes her realize how badly. So she just sort of buries her face in his shoulder for a moment, still not completely convinced that this isn't a hallucination.]

[Well he is... p okay with just standing here and holding her, just... breathing and looking down to her and feeling her there, for real and actually in his arms again. He cannot believe how long he has gone without her, fucking hell. Never again. He's just... vowing that to himself right here and now. Never again]

[Eventually, he does murmur: ]

We're here. [But he won't let her go until she moves to look around]

[She pulls away after a few moments, keeping her arms wrapped around him. And... Oh.

The mansion is gone. And she doesn't care at all if it's a dream, because at least it's not Scratch's terrible mansion. And if he's right, they can't reach her here. Look! There's actually a very slight smile on her face.]

[AAAAAAH that smile is literally the best thing he has seen in forever and he actually can't help but to cup her cheek and pull her into a kiss all of a sudden]

[Jeez, Summoner, give her some time to adjust! No, she is totally okay with this, and kissing him back pretty enthusiastically.]

[Sobs he missed this!!! Slides an arm around her waist, pulling her close again. He does pull out of the kiss before it gets... too far though! He doesn't go very far but he just... he needs to say this hhhhhhggghghkjsf]

I missed you.

[She sighs contentedly, clutching at the back of his shirt and pressing close.]

I missed you, too.

[That seems so inadequate, compared to the way she felt, but she's never been good with words.]

[Guh! He just... loves her... so much??? Having her here makes everything so so much better he just can't even put it into words at all. He just... holds her as close as he can, shivering a little for how... fucking perfect everything is now]

You're safe now... [He'll make sure of that 8'>]

[She nods, nuzzling against his neck and sighing contentedly.]

I know.

[She honestly can't remember the last time she was this happy!]

[Ahhhh it makes his heart swell that she can say that. That she can acknowledge that she is finally safe. Finally free. He hates that they had to die for it to be true, but hey... they have longer here then they ever would have in life]

[He is just sort of overwhelmed with good feelings, and before another moment's passed he leans in and returns to kissing her]

[She relaxes against him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him back. She's starting to think that even if this is a hallucination, she doesn't care.]

[He'd probably be thinking the same thing if it hadn't been for the sweeps upon sweeps of time he'd spent in this... strange little afterlife. He knows this is real. It's all real, and he cannot believe how long it has been or how much he has missed her]

[He slides his hands down low against her hips, feeling the all too familiar texture of her dress as he pulls her even closer. It has been a long damn time...]

[She smiles against his lips, just slightly. It has been a very long time, and she is totally 0kay with this, so she presses flush against him and kisses him just a bit more fiercely.]

[Ah yes sugoi. Lets his hips kinda roll against her just slightly, deepening the kiss even further, nipping sort of playfully at her lips]

[She's starting to blush just a bit, but she tightens her grip on him, half wondering just how long he was sitting there, trying to get her attention. His teeth against her lips makes her heart skip a beat, and her claws dig into his back lightly.]

[This time it hadn't been long. But there had been so many times before, hours he had spent watching and waiting and her never seeing him... He has always been the possessive sort, but after all of that? It is worse now then it has ever been]

[So before too long, he breaks the kiss, leaning back slightly to touch a finger against the top button of her dress]

May I...?

[Does he really need to ask? She nods immediately, shooting him another shy little smile. Realizing that she's safe and totally free was like flipping a switch: She suddenly wants him so badly it aches.]

[Of course! He will always ask first! But the moment she nods, he's pulling each button apart, that shy smile doing nothing but egging him on]

[He kisses her quickly, with a sort of growing desperation, between each button, moving his mouth to her neck, the hollow of her throat, the middle of her chest, down to her stomach as he drops to his knees to undo the last few. And then he loops an arm around her waist, pressing his forehead against her and just... breathing. He is shaking slightly. He has missed her so much, has wanted her for so long, and now she is finally here and he just... He's almost forgotten what to do with himself]

[She's trembling too by the time he's done, partially for the same reasons but partially because this is... Very intense, especially considering how long she's been isolated up until now. She takes a deep breath to steady herself and slips down to sit on the ground beside him, wrapping her arms around him tight and pulling him close again. She traces the line of his jaw absently and rests her forehead against his. She just wants to savor this for a moment.]

[Same to be honest. Leans back against her, running his knuckles across her waist and over her hip, cupping her cheek with his free hand. His wings fan open, brushing cool air over them for a moment. He will not move until she does. This is far too important right now]

[That gets her to shiver again, and she sighs quietly, leaning into his touch. There is pretty much no way he could ruin this right now, but she takes the initiative and kisses him again anyway.]

[Her kiss is like lighting the fire again, and he deepens it in a second, moving to pull her into his lap and brushing his hand against her sleeves to finally just... ditch the dress entirely]