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“So, this is it.” Impulse says lightly, leaning against a wall. There a few shulkers scattered around, filled with a mix of personal belongings and items leftover from building.
“This is it.” Bdubs adds as he looks through one of the shulkers, gently placing his art supplies inside.
The dryad sighs, shutting the last of the boxes before standing up.
“Well, this isn’t it.” The demon motions between himself and Bdubs.
“My love, you make it sound like we’re breaking up.” Bdubs points out.
Impulse chuckles, scratching at his scalp.
The dryad, his husband, easily strides up to him before placing their hand on his chin. It’s a small motion that he can’t keep himself from purring at as Bdubs starts to lightly scratch.
“I hope you don’t get rid of this.”
“Eehhh… bad texture…” Impulse says cautiously. “I might, just not this long.”
Bdubs almost pouts, but still he smiles. “Fine.”
There’s a small, swift kiss to his lips before Bdubs steps away.
“You gonna help me or what, stupid?”
“Wow, way to talk to your husband.”
“We’re not newly weds anymore, Impulse.” Bdubs laughs.
And yeah, they weren’t. It’d been a year and a half since Double Life and a year since Impulse re-proposed to Bdubs after deciding he truly did want to spend the rest of his life with the dryad.
As if Bdubs could read his mind, like they were still tied by a soulbond, he moves to play with the pocket watch Impulse had made for him.
“Hey, Bdubs?”
“Yeah?”
“A lot– a lot has happened this season… but I’m glad it led me to you.”
His husband stands there, almost dumbfounded as he stares at Impulse. But so easily, he breaks into a wide smile. “Oh you–...” He laughs awkwardly, almost backed into a corner. “Impulse?”
“Yeah?”
“I– I say– gods, this is hard.” He rubs his arm. “I– I love you so much. I love you more than the earth and sun and the moon.”
“I love you…” Bdubs’ smile turns small, soft and gentle. “And I’m– I’m more than happy that we’re together– that we’re still together.”
Impulse holds his hand, squeezing lightly as he kisses Bdubs’ cheek.
“We’re staying together, no matter what.”
“You better promise not to kill me again.”
“I, uh… I can’t do that.”
Bdubs glares before shoving him away. “Okay, alright, I see how it is.”
He can’t stop himself from giggling, and he can’t help but notice the smile that Bdubs tries to hide.
“I love you Bdubs… promise…”
Bdubs is silent for a moment, playing with the pocket watch – their wedding ring – before turning to Impulse. “I love you too.”
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if i can ask, what kind of work are you up to out there all on your lonesome? or is it top secret classified :0
Haha, yeah I’m afr1.3.3.5.12.5.18.1.20.9.15.14Haha, yeah, I’m afraid that’s something I don’t think I can disclose. Feel free to get in contact with my superiors if you’re curious ;)
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Viola Gentry poses at Roosevelt Field in Mineola after breaking the first non-refueling endurance record for women, December 20, 1928. Gentry, once a member of the office staff at the Roosevelt Field Flying School, flew for 8 hours, 6 minutes and 37 seconds.
Photo: Associated Press via WHNT
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