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Filler: Sidestory Part 3

March 4th, 2013, 11:00 am

I Say...

Hazumirein says,

And the (not so) thrilling conclusion! I admit this got away from me a little bit and they just kinda kept talking instead of ending the conversation where I probably should have. But now there's a silly ending. Enjoy.

There should be an actual page Thursday. I hope.

Hazumirein says,

PART 3

“Daemian…” she began, narrowing her eyes slightly as he looked over at her. “What are you?”
Dae stared back at her for a long time, not answering. Eventually, however, he closed his eyes, speaking quietly. “If you never find out, it’ll be too soon.” Before she could inquire further, however, he continued. “Anyway,” he began, shoving a dripping plate in her direction, which she almost dropped. “Presently, I’m not going anywhere. Unless you really want me to, at least.”
Riza raised her own eyebrow. “Do you want to?”
He tilted his head a bit, looking off to the side, thinking. “Honestly, no,” he said. “I don’t. I’d rather stay here.”
“Even with me and Xan and Arashi and everything we do to annoy you?” she continued.
“I’ve dealt with worse,” he replied with a shrug.
“And what about Nirako? If she left, would you follow her?”
That question seemed to catch him off guard, and he looked down at the sink, brow furrowing a bit in consideration. Then his face relaxed. “No,” he replied quietly. “I wouldn’t. Look, don’t get me wrong, she is important to me and you have no idea how amazing it was to find out she was even alive, let alone still…well, willing to be friends. But her life is her own, not mine. For now, I’ve got my own place to be, whether she’s here or not.”
“And…that place is here?” Riza asked tentatively.
He glanced over at her, then back to the dishes, which he’d resumed slowly washing. “Fortunately or unfortunately, yes.” Then he frowned confusedly again. “Seriously though, did you
want me to leave?”
Riza blinked in surprise at the question, then shook her head. “No, not at all.” She smiled. “I’d…much rather you stay here.”
She swore she saw the corners of his mouth twitch in what might possibly have been some form of a smile, though she couldn’t be sure, and he replied, “Good. We’re in agreement then.”
Riza’s smile widened. “I suppose we are.”
“In that case,” he said, handing her a final wet fork to towel off, “I was thinking of getting rid of some of this,” he indicated the dirty dish water, “by way of tossing it on Xan and his little fire bugs. Care to join me?”
“Why Daemian, did you just suggest something
fun?” Riza giggled.
He shrugged. “You and the brat are rubbing off on me. Come on, help me find a bucket.”
Riza laughed and followed him away from the sink. “So are you gonna laugh when we do it?”
“No, I’m going to run and hide and let him charbroil
you.
“Oh, great, thanks.”
“What, did you think I just invited you along because I wanted someone to hang out with?”
“I was sort of hoping.”
As they approached a closet door to search for a bucket, he reached over and ruffled her hair. “Keep hoping, Riza.”
She pushed him playfully. “Jerk.”
“Hey, you said you wanted me here.”
Riza opened her mouth to make a sarcastic reply, but it split into a smile instead. “Yeah,” she said. “I did. And you said you wanted to be here.”
“That I did,” he said. “And that being the case, I guess we’ll just have to put up with each other’s personalities, won’t we?”
“I guess we will,” Riza laughed.
“Which is okay," he said matter-of-factly, "because frankly, I couldn’t see us any other way."
The Dreamer smiled, watching her otherworld friend rummage through the closet. “Me neither,” she said quietly. “And I never want to.”
With that, she grinned and planted a foot in his rear, sending the boy flying headfirst into the closet with a crash. She quickly shut the door behind him, turning the little dial in the knob to lock it. She heard a surprised gasp, followed by some outraged pounding on the door. “Riza! Dammit, let me out of here!”
“Eh, I think I’ll go play with Xan and Featherscales for a while first,” she said. “Sorry, but I’m not about to let him get mad at
me for something that was your idea.”
“Riza! Open this door, NOW!”
“Not happening,” she called, walking off. “Besides, you weren’t planning on
going anywhere anytime soon, were you?”
“You’re such a bitch!”
She grinned. “And you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

And You Say...

Dragxon (Guest) says,

*gasp* He's a vampire :p

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