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тнє ωιηтєя ѕσℓ∂ιєя ([personal profile] disassembling) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2014-06-08 03:57 am (UTC)

He was probably more amused than he should be over the fact that they had been dating less than an hour and she was already talking about grandchildren. Those usually involved having children first, and he had only had one kiss with her and it hadn't entirely been serious. Certainly nothing that would lead to him bedding her, and certainly not here in an open military camp. "Well, they might like to know to realize where their own sense of craziness comes in? That will be a trait passed down through you."

He simply smirked in the face of the look that she gave him, but his cockiness was apart of him as her sense of justice was part of her. He knew she didn't mind it. His hand swept between her shoulders to soothe her, having caught the downcast look to his chest. He knew what she was thinking, but he wasn't going home. He was able-bodied regardless of his sting to his muscles. "Wherever they deem us most useful. I'm a soldier, and I know I have to go where I'm ordered. I'll fight harder knowing I have you to come back to like this."

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