Dimensional Descent

Leonel and Aina held each other close, the latter resting her head on his chest.

The two had truly taken their time to enjoy one another's company. The days ticked maybe, weeks even, without the slightest care in the world. They knew that this sort of thing was probably the closest thing to a honeymoon that they'd get, but they really wouldn't have it any other way. When they lived lives like they did, there was little appeal in going on vacation to see new and amazing sights. By this point, what hadn't they seen? Plus, could there be a world more beautiful than Anastasia's? And even if there was one, could they have sex in the middle of it without being interrupted?

They both had a tacit understanding, then, that this was what they wanted. Neither would even mind wasting an entire year in this state of limbo. This was the kind of happiness people searched for their entire lives; there was nothing out there that was better.

The two fell into a deep sleep. From time to time, one would wake before the other, and seeing that their partner in life was still resting, they'd comfortably go back to sleep as well.

A long while later, they both awoke, feeling refreshed and full of life, but they continued to lay there in silence, listening to the soft rustling of the trees and enjoying the softness of the grass against their bodies.

Leonel took a look at his left ring finger and smiled. He hadn't expected for some mysterious energy to etch a wedding ring right into his finger, but he guessed the tradition had to come from somewhere.

He always thought that some guy had randomly chosen it at some point. Some people said that it was the finger closest to the heart, but that didn't even make any sense. In that case, instead of a ring, why didn't everything just walk around with pendants swinging over their chests? It was a hell of a lot more noticeable than trying to check for a ring on a constantly moving hand.

Sometimes the world didn't like logic, though.

Even now, he didn't know why this finger was chosen, but he liked it. It was like a piece of Aina tattooed into him, in the least morbid way possible. If you took a step like this, you couldn't even pretend not to be married even if you wanted to.

Leonel was glad for Aina's Clairvoyance. He didn't know about the exact process on how to do such a thing, or even that it was possible. It might even be the case that this tattoo could have been engraved anywhere, but because Aina was a woman of Earth, she chose the place she was the most familiar with. Either way, he liked it.

a smile. Her hands were beautiful, and the tattoo seemed to

you like looking at my hands a lot," Aina spoke with a laugh. "I've heard of foot fetishes, but a hand fetish?

a while, because she had used it too much when they had

smiled. "What can I say, I like admiring every part of

back, I am not an

after they get the ring, but this is just too

was carried by

you go do

much. Just taught a few Ninth Dimensional pricks a lesson, killed a few of them, pissed a lot

but she believed him completely.

"Then what's your plan?"

There's a huge lack of Dream Force experts, and the few that there were ran away. I doubt

leaving them

so that they can't target the Pavilion, unfortunately. Or else I would

"Mm," Aina nodded.

didn't really like my performance, so they made some

"Rule changes?"