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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 12:28 am
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"Actually," Chel shot back, using her own voice now. "Dragons burn the knights alive and then go chill with their princesses." Namely Abbi.
But as she leaned against the tree, the amusement in her eyes showed her lighthearted joke. "Don't see why a dragon couldn't make room for a knight too."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:19 am
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"A dragon, let a knight stay!" He feigned an utterly scandalized tone as he started the first downward cut for the J. "Then we'll have human sacrifice, dogs and cats living together...mass hysteria!"
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:28 am
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Chel was thoughtful for a moment. "We already got all those things."
She peeked over his shoulder. "Make it bigger. S'too small makes the C look weird."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:41 am
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"No, it's a quote from Ghostbusters. I think." He'd never actually seen the whole movie, but he vaguely recollected what he did see on tv. Still oddly fitting knowing that.
Jack glanced at her with dubiously raised brows. "Are you critiquing my signature?" Not that he wasn't going to dig the knife down a little more anyway.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:48 am
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"Why am I datin' such a nerd," she muttered, rolling her eyes. Quoting ghostbusters. What a loser.
"I'm sayin' you got a tiny J," she added.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:55 am
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Making a noncommittal noise, he drove the knife down until it finished just a touch below where her C looped. Rather than take the time to make a curved hook, Jack made a second cut sharp to change it from a line to a J (and it felt better that way, all sharp edges and angles; maybe Owain's poetic nature was getting to him), and then began a third cut at the top to finish it off like it was embossed font.
"Just our first names, or are we going to go ahead and add an H at the bottom?" he asked.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 12:04 pm
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"Depends if you ever gonna add the H." Sarcasm, hopefully.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 12:08 pm
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Shaking some shredded bark loose from the knife, he gave Chel a weak sort of scowl. "Are you still doubting me even after going through all that whining Owain just gave me?" Jack went to begin the H below. "I'm dead serious, he's being the biggest baby right now."
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 12:53 pm
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Chel grinned from ear to ear at the scowl. Flustering Jack was always fun.
She reached out for his wrist, stopping him from making any deeper marks than he already had. Not forceful or urgent, just a gentle push to stop. "Hold off on it. Save it 'til I actually got that s**t slapped on my name." And her eyes said she would, they would.
"Owain leave Jack alone ya big oaf. We'll plant a new tree an' make up for it." She took the knife back to go over her C again, a refined artist with the same look she got when she was doing makeup.
She knicked her finger under the bark and made a frustrated noise at her newly gained splinter. "Ah ******** not again," she muttered, pausing to pick at it with the knife. Carrying timber the past few weeks had informed her why some construction workers used gloves.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 1:45 pm
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Surprisingly, the suggestion mollified Owain. < I expect at least two. > Jack called party foul for such obvious bias.
"What the—You'll just cut yourself doing it like that," he chastised her as he nudged the hand holding the knife away. Carefully he took her other hand and leaned in, extracting the splinter after a few moments with a quick pull. "Please tell me you're using gloves while working on this place, now that I think about it."
There weren't high hopes, seeing who he was talking to, but still.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 2:50 pm
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Chel looked at him skeptically. She wanted to point out the irony that back when she was a sun (and even now as a death really) she got far more cuts from monsters and spookies than she did a little bit of wood.
Yet she let him pull it out with a soft skepticism on her face. "Why would I need gloves? S'just some wood." She put her palm to her mouth to suck on the wound for a moment. Nothing like some spit to declare a wound dealt with.
She turned to look at the tree and the hand was quickly forgotten. "Looks good."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:00 am
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"Hope you enjoy getting s**t stuck in your skin then." But there the initials were, at least, and even the beginnings of an H for later. Later[/]. Hah.
"I'll stick around to help clean up what you've done so far," Jack offered, gesturing towards the house. "Least I could do."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 10:12 am
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Chel took the gesture and turned it into moving his arms around her for a moment. She was feeling oddly sentimental about the tree suddenly. Proposing a wedding had been nothing, but looking at their initials carved into a tree got a small noise out of her.
"Needs a dumb heart around it," she murmured, taking the knife back and moving a step towards the tree. If they were going to make a cheesy public declaration (and there was something to be said that some initials on the back of a tree far out in the towns facing a fence was "public"), they might as well go the whole way.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:37 pm
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The idea took him by surprise, and Chel left gesture-turned-embrace unfettered. "Look who's getting sappy now," he couldn't help but tease as he took a step to the side to watch her work. "Make sure it's big enough for the H later."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 1:02 pm
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The heart was satisfying. Long draggging scratches along the wood instead of detailed focus. It felt familiar and she couldn't remember why, and then she did.
"I left that mark on Stormy's door," she said quietly as she worked. "'Fore you ask I don't know why."
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