If you see any spelling mistakes, please just ignore them instead of pointing them out. I'm really not feeling well and I didn't feel up to correcting every little mistake today. Thanks.

Song: Claire De Lune by Claude Debussy
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Jordan's p.o.v.

"This is nice," I commented, breaking Tom out of his trance. He was trying to order something, but I don't think he can read the menu very well. I'm not sure whether to ask him if he needs help or leave him be. He's touchy about the whole not being able to read thing.

He sighed and laid his menu down, flashing me a small smile despite his obvious annoyance with the menu. "Figured I'd take you somewhere nice before more shit hits the fan. And you know...before you have to start training again."

The last sentence made the both of us sadden a little. I don't want to start training again, but Mot and the wizards say I have to. So every day for the next month I'll be training non-stop from early in the morning until late afternoon. I'm not happy about it and neither is Tom. Tom was especially angry because I'm still kinda recovering from having my knees almost broken and they already want me to train tomorrow. Mots giving me a week to recover, and then I'm absolutely obligated to start training after that. Yay.

"You know I don't want to. But I have to, because-"

"Because you gotta save the world and all that. Yeah I get it. So what are you getting?" He nodded towards the menu. I frowned and went back to reading the food names. What do I tell him? Do I apologize or just try to ignore the subject? Ugh.

"Spaghetti I think. What about you?"

He shrugged, looking down at the table instead of looking at me. "I can't read it. I can't do anything right."

My expression fell at his words. How could he say that? I love him, he's capable of so many things. Doesn't he know that? "Tom-"

"May I take your order?" A waiter appeared in front of us with a large smile on his face, clearly unaware of the tense environment at our table. I smiled at him anyway and told him what I wanted, and then I ordered grilled cheese for Tom. The later nodded and took our menus, disappearing to the back of the restaurant where I assumed the kitchen was.

I focused my attention back on Tom, who was chugging down the last of his wine at the speed of light. It worried me how tight he was holding the glass in his hand. It's gonna break if he isn't care-

The glass shattered all over the table, and the sound scared the crap out of me and several other people who sat near our table. I wasn't concerned about them or the glass though, I was concerned for my husband. Something's bothering him, and I feel like it doesn't have anything to do with my situation. Maybe he's going through something too.

"Tom are you-"

"I'm fine, it was an accident," he snapped. He sighed for what felt like the fifth time today and closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands. Something is wrong.

I opened my mouth to say something comforting, but when my eyes landed on the table, my breath caught in my throat. The glass was moving. The broken glass from the cup was moving. At first I thought I was doing it somehow, so I checked my hands to see if the tattoos were growing. They weren't. I didn't taste grapes, I didn't feel nauseous, none of the signs that usually led me to believe I'd gone crazy weren't there.

And then I saw Toms hands.

A red glow was emitting from them, and he stared at the scene unraveling before him with a weary expression. The wine glass began, piece by piece, to put itself together again. No more than a minute later, the entire glass was exactly as it had been before Tom had shattered it. Our eyes met, and I immediately began spouting out questions.

"What was that?" I asked, slightly angry.

"I think I inherited Dianites powers when I killed him."

"What?! And you didn't tell me until now? How long have you known this?"

"Awhile. I'm sorry."

"Awhile meaning what? A week?"

"About a month."

"What?! Why didn't you tell me?!" I was well aware of the eyes staring at us, but I ignored them. He's been keeping a secret from me for a while month and I am going to chew him out in public. He deserves it.

"I didn't want to tell you while you were throwing up purple shit and bleeding out of your eyes!"

"You kept a secret from me for a month?!"

"Yeah! I did! Because I care about you and I didn't you to worry about me!"

"You should've told me anyway! I thought we got past keeping secrets, Tom!"

"Did you want me to blurt it out while you were sick as hell? I'm sure that's a fine way to comfort your husband when he's dying, tell him you inherited a dead gods powers!"

"Forget it! I can't believe you, a whole month..." I shook my head and sighed. How could he keep something like this from me for a whole month? Powers, something that could change his life forever? That's so important, he could practically save the word with-...

"Oh my god Tom, you could train with me!" I exclaimed excitedly.

He raised an eyebrow at my observation. "The only thing I can do is fix broken stuff. I can't save the world or whatever."

"But the wizards could help you learn more about it! You could help save the world with me, and Rosie too!"

"I mean if you think I can, then sure. So we're all just gonna go train next week? Rose too?"

"Yeah, then you won't have to miss me. We could do everything together." I smiled and reached for his hand across the table, slipping my hand into his.

He smiled too. "This mean you forgive me?"

"Oh no, you're gonna have to do a lot more than that if you want my forgiveness."

"So I guess deserts off the table then?" He grumbled quietly.

"Yup. But you could take me to an actual place for desert, and then I could forgive you."

"...like an ice cream parlor?"

I shrugged. "I like ice cream."

"I'll buy you fifty scoops of everything if it'll get you to stop being mad at me."

"Okay then."

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"Tom I'm so full, can we please just go back to the inn?" I begged him. He only grinned and drug me further up the street, making me groan. After the ice cream, he said he had a surprise for me, but it was gonna involve some walking. I agreed because, well, who doesn't like surprises? But I didn't know we were gonna be walking so far. We've practically walked half way across town and we're still walking. It's kinda cold out and there are weird people hanging around the streets. I don't like being out this time of night.

"At least give me a hint on where were going," I pleaded. "I feel like you're leading me off somewhere to kill me."

"Yes you're about to meet your demise, Mr. Sparkley pants!" He bellowed, making several people on the street turn their heads at us. I blushed and looked away, focusing on my shoes instead. He's so loud and careless, it's so endearing and cute. And sometimes embarrassing.

"I could really use that hint Tom?" What could possibly be this far out in town? I just see a bunch of old abandoned buildings with keep out signs and shady people who look kinda dead.

"It's something Matt thought of, so you know it's pretty good!" He turned a corner, nearly causing me to trip over my own shoes. I really wish he'd stop running, I'm not that athletic and I just ate fifty pounds of icecream.

A few blocks later, he stopped in front of a building that looked sort of in business. There was an open sign on the window and there were lights, so I'm guessing it was in business. But there weren't any signs on what this place was, it was just a huge building that looked really really old. Tom tugged me towards the doors, leading the way as we went inside the shady building.

The inside was a completely different story. As soon as we went inside, my breath was taken away. It was a ballroom. It was a huge beautiful ballroom, with chandeliers and candle lights and everything. There wasn't a single person in the place but us though, and that confused me. Why isn't everyone in town at this? I would've thought ballroom dancing was something everybody loved.

"You like it?" Tom asked excitedly.

"Well yeah! But where is everyone? Why is there no one here?"

"Not sure. But Matt said this place used to be huge a hundred years ago. He and Phil went all the time when Tom was outta town."

"Huh. So who still runs it?" This place has to have someone taking care of it, it can't just be this beautiful and clean on its own.

"The guy who ran it about a hundred years agos son does it. I called up the guy about an hour ago and I asked if I could reserve it, and he said yes. For free actually, since I told him I was friends with Matt and Phil. So are you ready to dance?" He held out his hand, bending down on one knee just to make it all the more cliche. I giggled and took his hand, and then he guided me gracefully onto the dance floor. I can't believe he reserved a ballroom for me. I think I picked the right guy to marry.

"So where's the music Romeo?" I asked jokingly as he pulled me into the middle of the floor. He let go of my hand for a minute to clap his together, and then music began to pour into the room. I resisted the urge to laugh at the cheesiness, instead smiling widely and taking his hands again. I didn't recognize the song that was playing, but I loved it anyway. He picks out the best songs. I wish I had good taste in music like he does.

"What is this?" I almost whispered.

"Clair De Lune. One of my mums old records. It was an anniversary gift from my dad."

"It's beautiful."

"Just like you," he sang in my ear. I smiled and giggled, leaning my forehead against his. He's so cheesy and sweet.
He guided my hands up to his shoulders and then put his own hands around my waist, a little lower than where I expected him to put them. I gave him a narrowed glare and he grinned, raising them up further to where they were supposed to go. I haven't danced in forever, not since our wedding, and I kinda forgot the fundamentals of it. Though when he started moving and guiding me, I immediately slipped into it. It's funny how little things like that can make you remember something so long ago.

I laid my head on his shoulder as the music grew in volume, trying to make myself as close to him as possible. Roses, he always smells like roses and chaos. How is it even possible to smell like that? I sighed in content as we began to sway together, letting the world around us slip away.

It's nice to forget everything around you for awhile. The violence, the chaos, the fear. It all just slips away. It's just me and him and Clair De Lune playing softly. I close my eyes and I'm somewhere else. Our wedding, where we danced together for the first time and it was absolutely perfect. I could almost feel the fabric from the dress he wore that day on my finger tips. A dress, I can't believe he wore a dress. I chuckled at the memory. That was a wonderful day.

I'm in another place. Our old bedroom, the one in Toms house. The tree, oh my god I miss the tree. His fingertips are tracing every inch of my body, his lips kissing my neck, my cheeks, my own lips. A peaceful quiet night of cuddling. There isn't more I could want right now than that. A quiet night alone with each other.

Now I'm underneath a tree, bathing in sun and enjoying the warmth from the hand I was holding. We just got done swimming and now were drying ourselves in the sun. Toms drawing circles into the palm of my hand, making chills go through my spine and butterflies flutter in my stomach. The day after we got together. We went swimming and we kissed under water. I felt butterflies just from remembering it.

Clair De Lune ended and so did our dance, but before I could get a word out, he dipped me. And when he pulled me back up, I was met with a kiss. It was soft and tender, I could feel the love and trust he put into it. Just for me. He did all of this just for me, nobody else, just me. He's mine forever and I'm forever his.

Forever.
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"Promise me something?" He said through panted breath.

"Anything," I replied breathlessly. "Anything for you." He's so beautiful, every inch of him is beautiful. How could anyone be so perfect? I don't understand, it doesn't make sense. It's not human to be this perfect.

But then again, I don't think either of us are human anymore.

"No matter what happens, we-we won't leave each other? Can you...can you promise me that Jordan?"

"I promise. Not ever, not until death. I love you."

"I love you too. Please don't ever leave me. I wouldn't- no I couldn't live-"

"Shh. Don't worry about the future. Everything will be okay, I promise. I won't leave you, not willingly. Someone would have to tear me away, and even then I'd still come after you."

"I love you so damn much..." He whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. I returned the favor by kissing his jawline, and sure enough I felt him shake underneath me. As much as I'd like to, I can't go again. I'm way too tired.

"Tonight was wonderful," I added, my lips still lingering on his neck. I could feel his fingers knotting through my hair. I love it when does that.

"Hell yeah it was. I love you."

"You like saying that, don't you?" I chuckled quietly.

"I don't say it enough. Goodnight Jordan, I love you." A kiss was placed to my forehead and an arm pulled me closer to the warm body behind me. I nuzzled my nose into the crook of his neck, relishing in the comfort it brought me. Goodnight my love.

Tomorrow awaits us with death.
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I'm tired, I'm cold, I'm hungry, and I need to go. Thanks for reading! Please leave a favorite or a comment if you enjoyed! Thanks!

- Lee