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[A smooch is had.]

Have I ever told you you're my favorite? Now you're getting like, two foot rubs tonight.

Yeah, I better be your favorite, 'cause you're mine, and, like — it'd be totally awkward if it wasn't mutual?

[ She's juuust saying. And grinning all the way through to show how cheeky she's feeling, fixing her (greasy, sighs) hair a little bit, until she decides to tie it back up in a ponytail. Back to snacks, back to drinking, ]

I think this is the first proper Valentine's I've had. With someone I'm seriously dating, I mean. Is that weird?

That makes me happy? If that's not weird, too...

[He grins - he likes feeling special.]

I've had all kinds of Valentine's dates before but... I know I'm a bit of a broken record, but - when I'm with you it's like I have to say it all the time. That I'm... that being with you feels so different? So important. You're my person.

[Somewhere between giddy and touched, Cellar knits her eyebrows and bites her lower lip. God, Theo could be stringing her along into signing away her soul, empty words all hitting the right spots to serve as the perfect lure, and at this point she wouldn't even question it.

She's his person. She loves the sound of that. ]

You really mean that? [ Tilting her head a little, almost coy. ] After all the lives you've had?

[He nods his head. It's not a lie - farthest thing from it. He feels truly in love, beyond the smitten sense of lovers and fuckbuddies he's had the last life or nine. It may be in part because he's fooled himself into coming out of his shell, where he used to hide his heart from hurt and pain and elects to believe this time it'll be different. She won't end up another lost love by Willem's hands - that he won't yet again lose to Willem's plans. And by letting himself love again, he's fallen deeply, and he means it.

Theo has always fallen for the wrong people, before. Willem was never his soulmate, because they were never on even footing. He loved Oliver for a time, but again - Theo put himself down a peg, looking up with "love" and adoration, allowing himself to be bitten into and manipulated for it. He's loved faceless others lost to time, too, but they were small blips on a larger map. Cellar glows brightly. She knows him, she knows his past and... for the first time, they've planned a future? Or tried to, anyway.

She's his person. Eye to eye. Hand in hand.]

I love you. I always will, and... if there's ever any way I can pledge that more overtly, I would.

[Rings. Tattoos. Another foolish binding curse?]

I'll always love you, Teddie. This life and the next.

[ Eye to eye. Hand in hand. The girl who falls in love way too easily, watching the boy who's loved for countless lifetimes, feels herself weak in the best way possible, cheeks warm despite the cold, heart racing in a welcome flavor of adrenaline. It feels like when they first met; when they were trapped in the chapel; when she saw his first face; when he forgave her for hurting his pride; when she dragged him away from the party to ask him to be her boyfriend at the turn of the year. It feels like they're doing everything for the first time. ]

You know, when this is over… we should get those tattoos.

Yeah?

[He likes that. It feeds into his need to have more - and to give more. He's always so easily one to split himself up for other people, to wear their names on his skin even long after they've forgotten him. But he doesn't forget them and he'll never leave her, nevermind forget her. He nods his head emphatically.]

We should.

Okay.

[ With a voice trying not to sound giddy and a grin that bites into her lower lip, Cellar beams at Theo for another while, before giving in to the temptation to kiss him one more time. The kiss lingers on and on, lips parted to lick his tongue, indulging in the makeout before making some room to make her way down, shamelessly ready to interrupt the apocalypse and their romantic dinner for a loving blowjob. ]

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