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Another moment to myself in this utter hell. I'll recap what's gone on for the few days.
The crew has been dispatched, they've been sent back to the human world. They're to fight the demons that make it there, while Winter and I get to fight the ones in this wretched warzone.
Winter and I were assigned the task of killing the demon empire that has risen, they have a leader, but we can't make it to him without going through his crones. That, and we don't know his exact location.
Winter and I have been fighting for five pure weeks now, we've slashed, shot, and pummeled them down, and the armies are diminishing, the stronger demons are beginning to come out.
I've managed to get my back slashed into, and my arms look like hell. My legs have been given many scars, and my hands are beginning to look more like claws. My muscles have broadened, gotten bigger, and I've become quite a fighter.
Winter's progressing along nicely too. She's gotten a few scars, most have cleared up save one on her cheeck. She's gotten very good with working almost all weapons we find in battle. And I have to admit she's becoming more well rounded to say the least. Her hair's surely gotten longer, and she's beginning to keep it in a braid. Mine has, but that just means I get to pull it up, wear it down, whatever.
Ohh, and note to anyone who sees this, no pissing her off, I swear I was lucky enough to just survive. Her little... once a month came up, and jeez.... I still shudder.
Anyway, on the nights when things are quiet, we share small stories. Tell each other jokes, mess around, we even separate to jump into the river for a few minutes. Our hair's always dripping wet when we return, and we just look at each other for a few moments, or at the fire before we turn red (Guilty!). We have our nightclothes and our battle clothes, and she has a few more layers than I do... which, I'm quite thankful for, because some of her curves appear even through them.
We have what we kill for dinner basically. Her wolves still have her as their leader, but occasionally they'll come to me. Lay down beside or with me, even go to sleep with me. And sometimes I awake and they'll be gone and off with her, or they'll be sticking with me, sitting, waiting for one of us to wake up.
Every night, I see Winter smile at me before she goes to sleep. And sometimes I wonder just how deeply she feels for me.
I and her wolves lie amongst the fire, she's off bathing. I just finished my bath, and as I looked at her across the fire, I finally said three words I rarely got out.
"I love you."
She just smiled at me and walked off. But when she smiled at me, something about the light upon her face, made me feel like she told me in her own way she did too.