I'll have to give it some serious thought - and brush up on my Latin. If you're the only one, you're technically "endangered", and an endangered species deserves it own binomial nomenclature.
Until I figure something out for you, I think "Highlander", "Sweetheart", and "my love" work very well, don't you?
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You still want pups?
I guess if we had (more?) pups, they wouldn't be Dark Ones, exactly. Depending on how we went about it. If we went about it, I mean.
Seems to me we've got a lot to work through before we even think about bringing kids into
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It's strange, isn't it? Going from dating for a few months - practically living together after our first date - to screwing around for a few months, to thinking maybe we've been together for decades and also knowing we were pretty antagonistic for a while, too. Every time we've built something even a little, something happens to knock it all back down.
This conversation's making me realize I don't really know anything about you. The real you, or the whole you. And you can't get to know who I was - the whole me - because I can't remember.
And I don't know how much of the past six months we get to keep, you know?
Like the conversation about children.
And whether you want me to keep being how I was for you, with that contract, or if we go back to how it was before. Or if we figure out how to be both ways together. And what happens if we remember who we were together in the forest and it's not like any of that?
And [...] whether you still would want to marry me if I asked.
And where we live. How we keep up the pretense that you don't remember anything. What we do about Regina.
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Until I figure something out for you, I think "Highlander", "Sweetheart", and "my love" work very well, don't you?
[...]
You still want pups?I guess if we had (more?) pups, they wouldn't be Dark Ones, exactly. Depending on how we went about it. If we went about it, I mean.
Seems to me we've got a lot to work through before we even think about bringing kids into
[...]
It's strange, isn't it? Going from dating for a few months - practically living together after our first date - to screwing around for a few months, to thinking maybe we've been together for decades and also knowing we were pretty antagonistic for a while, too. Every time we've built something even a little, something happens to knock it all back down.
This conversation's making me realize I don't really know anything about you. The real you, or the whole you. And you can't get to know who I was - the whole me - because I can't remember.
And I don't know how much of the past six months we get to keep, you know?
Like the conversation about children.
And whether you want me to keep being how I was for you, with that contract, or if we go back to how it was before. Or if we figure out how to be both ways together.
And what happens if we remember who we were together in the forest and it's not like any of that?And [...] whether you still would want to marry me if I asked.
And where we live. How we keep up the pretense that you don't remember anything. What we do about Regina.
[...]
We've got a lot of things to figure out together.
At least we're together, though. Right?