is on a Monday this month. Y'know, 7/22?
What with all these cheesecakes, think we'll skip this year.

https://youtu.be/od1WhONbi8E

I looked over at you on the bed and watched and waited for you. I did care a great deal for your emotions

She wasn't in an armchair. She was standing with you, held in your arms she thought. But then that was abandoned and you headed over to the armchair.

"Okay..."

Sighs.

"I'm just gonna...lay on my bed."

Goes over and flops down onto the bed now.

Not your favourite armchair. Just one that is free

M

Meaty

Ok Sis. Know that I love you too.

Goes over and plonks myself in your armchair

Better

Exotic

Ok Sis. Know that I love you too.

Goes over and plonks myself in your armchair

Can't wait to see my nephews excitement at having a "feast.".

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"I love you a lot, you know."

Nods lots.

"I hit backspace a lot and correct a lot of spelling errors."

Clinging to you some more.

"Okay, you can get away from me now."

Smirks and pulls herself away from you.

"Thank you for your kind support."

Smiles.

inviting you over

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looks like she's only just been captured...

Holds you in my arms and comforts you with sympathy

Bloody wankers in the shadows everywhere. It shouldn't be difficult to be yourself.

Don't you ever stop telling people the truth and being a bright ray of light.

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It seemed unfair to him, suddenly, that he was the only one who had aged all this time. Unfair, and unkind. Such was the bargain he had made long ago, but that knowledge never made the passage of time, for everyone but him, any easier to accept.

He knew how you had prolonged your life this long, of course, it was no mystery to him. Some might call it art, others artifice, for him, who saw Truth, he called it witchcraft. Through the work of the literal hags in your coven, who fed you power, and the gift of vital essence from your Amara, whose… exertions, with her various gentlemen, literally kept you hale and healthy, and allowed the hags their glamour.

He did not judge you for those things, how could he? You were harming no one, and he would know for True if you did. There was, too, a selfish part of him which refused to look too deeply into the matter. He was merely grateful that you continued to be, even if you were no longer the youthful beauty you once were.

“You know I did not mean it like that, Veronica. Honestly, you are too accustomed to playing your tricksy games, and wheedling your bargains." He chuckled gently, reaching out to give your hand a gentle squeeze. “How many acorns fall from a single oak?”

“As for us? We had our time and I am certain, that of a good many others’ time, too, my dear.” He chuckled softly, his eyes full of warmth as they regarded you.

“Perhaps we should make the time to go again, and soon. You could bring your family.”

*laughing... Seeing a bleary eyed dad wandering into the kitchen. "I think I smell bacon...or ham....wait ...is there both!?". Yes, bacon now ham later*