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Sage wrapped his arms around her happily when she curled in, a light hum rising in his throat. "I slept pretty well if say," he chirped lightly, resting his head on the back of the couch |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste smiled and curled up in his arms. "Thats good," she replied softly. "Thank you for last night, by the way. I really needed that after that long day of studying," |
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Sage nodded lightly, pecking her head and then chuckling softly in response to her next comment. "You're welcome," he hummed. "Though you're my wife so you're quite entitled to that whenever you feel like it," he pointed out, an easy grin lingering on his face. |
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Celeste Harlow-Acker - Celeste grinned up at him, leaning up to kiss him. "Thank you, baby," |
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Sage kissed her back lightly with a soft hum and nod. "Of course," he chirped, then glanced over at the book she had. "Anything interesting,* he asked, jerking his head in the direction of it. |
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Celeste shook her head. "No, not really. Just more information on the guy, more proof that he really is my father," |
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Sage hummed softly and nodded. "Well, at least we know how you're able to have kids," he murmured softly. |
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Celeste nodded. "Yeah," she agreed with a smile. |
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Sage frowned after a moment. "It does make me wonder who that Melissa was," he murmured. "The empress seemed...scared about it. Enough to seek me out and send her best assassin after me and my daughter." |
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Celeste pursed her lips together and nodded. She still felt bad about hunting him down like an animal. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
