She said it's cold outside: for bestwithablade

[taser_warrior]

It finally hit Darcy one day that all was not fairy tales and rainbows with her and Fandral, and it wasn't  a magical epiphany in the middle of a great debate or a rousing bout of artistic inspiration

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[bestwithablade]

Fandral was really quite pleased with this stint on earth. It was so different than he remembered, but fascinating, and all these marvelous people were intriguing and wonderful. And Darcy. Darcy who was far better to him than perhaps he deserved, but he loved her, and it was the first time in nearly a millennium that he'd really ever found someone quite like her.

Of course, there were ... Things that they hadn't talked about. Fandral would outlive Darcy, far longer than she could imagine. It appeared to him that maybe they were ignoring that, and so he was content to play along.

At three in the morning, upon realizing he was alone in bed, he decided it was a fantastic opportunity to get a sip of milk. He made it to the kitchen and placed the carton to his lips before he heard her. With a frown, he set the carton down and knocked gently at the door the laundry-pantry.

"Darcy?"

[taser_warrior]

She’d silently been sitting in the dim light of her pantry for the last minute, just staring at whatever was in front of her. She was going to die, and he’d be spending eternity, another eternity remembering her. She couldn’t do that to someone. She couldn’t have him watch her grow old. This wasn’t Highlander, and she was not cruel enough to let Fandral watch her wither.
She starts slightly at the sound of her voice, unconsciously curling further into an upright fetal position.

[bestwithablade]

His frown deepened a little.

"Darcy - My darling, is everything all right?" Fandral waited a few moments until he deemed it acceptable to open the door. No, he could tell that everything was certainly not all right.

Crouching next to her, he reached to touch her shoulder gently.

"What is the cause for this sudden sadness?"

[taser_warrior]

Darcy took a moment to focus on him, eyes going wide and shining slightly as she suddenly launches herself into his arms, her fingers curling into the long hair at his nape and her nose pressed tight at the apex of his shoulder. She vaguely wonders if she’s being dramatic, but the feeling of him close just drives everything home for her and she curls tighter against him.
"Oh god I'm sorry."