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[gumshoewizard]

 Who:  gumshoewizard and needsheadphones
What A romantic little evening with a surprise
Where The top of the lighthouse at Demonreach
When Late afternoon of June 23rd
Warnings Sap, fluff, extreme cuteness. Diabeetus imminent.

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[needsheadphones]

Ten years in the city and some things never changed. Rebecca still looked 28, the same age she had been when she woke up in Promenade. Her Newfoundland, Ollie, was still the same black-furred, playful yet unwaveringly loyal animal that he had been when he arrived, too. Rebecca still carried her music with her everywhere she went, though she had long since learned to relax with it around Harry, headphones resting around her neck when he would come over until they were taken off entirely as soon as she saw him. It wasn't hard to run a new piece of technology over to Sebastian for warding and visit with him and Buffy for a while, and she and Harry had managed to sit through the extended editions of Lord of the Rings without pausing (like they had that first time) at least once

[gumshoewizard]

Those few years where Rebecca had all but drove herself to collapse over that stupid machine...even today, Harry didn't like to think over it too much. Rebecca wouldn't be swayed from her paranoia and with his techbane, there was literally nothing he could do to help her except watch her become more and more ragged as time went on

[needsheadphones]

To that day, Rebecca didn't like to think about the talk they had had after the accident. She hadn't been a stranger to pain, and while the accident had terrified her during it, she'd always lived by the belief that what didn't kill you only made you stronger. It hadn't been the first time injury would change her life, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

No, physical pain she could deal with. It was telling him why she had always been sneaking away to work on the warehouse, what the Animus had been used for, what she was and what she had done before coming to Promenade and the argument afterward until her body simply couldn't handle it anymore... that had been painful.

It was, however, all in the past. She was still an Assassin -- that part of her would always be there. That said, she was a teacher and (with Braska's help) a mage and a friend, too. Her friends, her family, needed her here, preferably in one piece. She still took her risks, her craving for adrenaline still strong; the snowboarding trips had quickly become an annual

[gumshoewizard]

That had been some very awkward times for the both of them. For a while, he'd gotten the business end of her crutches because he would try to keep a constant eye out for her. She was a grown woman, more than capable of taking care of herself, but...yeah, sometimes it was hard to let go of the chivalrous, chauvinistic pig part of his brain.

"And you know by experience?"

He sort of cocked his hips away from her, acting as if he was just shifting his weight. He couldnt afford her feeling the little box in his pocket before he was ready to spring the surprise on her. To distract her, he laughs and reaches up to knock a knuckle against the iron roof over their heads.

"Thats why I warded this place. They can eat all the cheetos they want, but they're not going to to use my house as their toilet." Though that didn't help her when she was making the initial demonstrations. "Hey, you hungry? Soup's still hot, probably."