“Great beyond counting? You make it sound like I have been awfully busy.” she chides playfully. Given her longevity and that of her daughter and then her daughter after her and after her again, to count her line barely took up all the fingers of one hand. It certainly didn't need both.

But she was neither alone nor lonely, her coven her family in every way. The only other constant in her long life had been you, even if you had sounded slightly different in every encounter. A different lifetime, a different Gideon. Or versions of. But then you, like she, had learnt to adapt to the passing of time and thrived for it. Those of their kind who didn’t rarely survived.

Far too old to blush, she holds your gaze with an enigmatic smile. “As if I could forget.” She didn’t need to read between the lines of your declaration to know why Venice meant so much to you. But she, like Venice, was no longer what she once was.

“We did have quite the time, did we not, caro mio?” she mused with a wistful air. She wasn’t sure which of you had rescued the other, or if you had rescued each other, but the ensuing affair had been all consuming. Or should that be affairs, as you fell back into each other lifetime after lifetime, discarding every other lover in the wake of your passion.

That she was the only one of the two of you who had aged in all that time seemed somewhat unfair.

Likes bennett’s breakfast nook

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peeks…

seems i‘ve missed the celebrities…

Lies in the straw in her stall, arms confined behind her back by the cuffs she had fitted, head encased in a mesh of straps holding the bit deep in her mouth, high pony boots on her feet making walking very hard and painful

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I wish my RT didn't happen here at about 7:00 my time.....

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“If I do not know you, my girl, then truly you are alone in the world.” Alone? Well, perhaps not. He doubted that you could ever be such, with your coven around you. Unparalleled? That he would drink to.

His gaze alternated between their hands and your face, his mouth curling at one side with amusement. A hobby, indeed.

You offered that ‘not since before the war’ and he could immediately think of over twenty, and those only in recent history. He shared a look of gentle amusement with you, then reached with his free hand for the fine China cup at his right and took a sip of tea.

When he spoke again, his voice had begun to lose the local inflection that he was usually mindful of adding to his speech. His natural dialect and cadence were a curious mix, as if he had learned the language over and over again, during the course of a prolonged lifetime, and each relearning added new layers and influences.

“I have visited her countless times and will no doubt visit her countless more. La Dominante holds a special place in my heart, even if she is no longer what she once was.” He considered your offer, his unfocused for a moment. “How could I resist such an offer, Veronica? Your daughters and granddaughters, great beyond counting, must be honoured. Our time there must be remembered, too.”

You didn't mess things up, mikki, don't worry. Smiling at you

Sorry, Idris Elba....I was having fun....I'm sorry that I have to go soon though......I didn't mean to mess things up

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I thought we were all having fun...

Oh Seven......I'm sorry....I can't stay

Okay. I think that's a little harsh, but okay.