And the first drink's free

[the_fires_deep]

A young woman opens a door, and quirks an eyebrow. There is a bar where there should not be one.

She considers her options, briefly, then decides that she really can't resist investigating. Risky? Perhaps. But it'll bug her if she doesn't figure out what's going on. She informs several people that should likely know that she is going into a strange magic bar thing, and then in she goes.

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[seewhathappens]

"Not a result I intended, but not a result I would complain about," he says.

[the_fires_deep]

"No? Perfectly happy to be cuddled by a volcano goddess? Well now I have to."

[seewhathappens]

"Perfectly happy," he agrees.

[the_fires_deep]

"You have earned your fate," she says, with mock gravitas. And then she snuggles closer and pillows her head on his shoulder.

[seewhathappens]

How cuddly.

Cuddly hug!

[the_fires_deep]

Yep!

Snuggle.



She does not make him regret his choice, either. She wears his holy objects in all of her manifestations, in the same imperial standard of pendant. Wood, instead of her dark glassy stone. They are extremely efficient with their magical pokes. Her neighbors near her original domain think she's insane. She doesn't care. Their citizens are happy, and they and many others in the multiverse are poked.

And in the quiet moments in Milliways, they cuddle.