-Micheals PoV-
-11:47pm, 10th day of the Grail War-
Micheal pulled the trigger on Blessed Hellfire: Fusil and three beams of light shot through the Sea Demons trying to work their way up the riverbank and onto the road. Three shots, three kills. He would have grinned at the carnage as they exploded and took out some of the ones nearby if he didn't catch sight of his right hand and remembered what he needed to do with his command seals.
"Micheal! Pay attention!" came a gruff yell from above him and he ducked as Riders chariot flew mere centimeters above his head. He glared up and then resighted down his rifle watching as a line of the demons fell under Iskandars chariot only to be replaced by more. It was a war of attrition and he knew that they had to win fast or be overwhelmed.
"Okay Rider? I am going to need more fucking warning than that next time you bastard!" He shouted angrily only to swear as more summoned monstrosities surged forth from the river. He glanced up and behind the new arrivals at the massive city sized monster that was the source of them all.
"Micheal! Fall back to the next choke point in three seconds! Rider's going to drop some lightning!" Waver yelled. Micheal counted to three, then reinforced and flooded his legs with mana as he jumped backwards, turned around in midair, and then landed immediately sprinting to the next fallback point. Behind him he heard Iskandars laugh as thunder boomed turning the pavement of the road into a smoke screen and torching dozens of the monsters. As he ran he felt Jeanne through their bond and risked a glance over at the water to where she was standing on the river gathering mana for her Noble Phantasm.
He skidded to a stop and turned around falling into a crouch, already raising his rifle and pulling the trigger so fast that the upper receiver started to glow white hot. The beams of light that shot out tore apart even more monsters right as Iskandar swooped down from overhead and cracked the reins of the chariot as he drove through what was left causing lightning to fry everything that might have been leftover from Blessed Hellfire.
(Sorry for the wait, Micheal. I'm ready to end this.)
He glanced over at the river and saw that Jeanne Alter was practically glowing with dark red mana. He yelled, "She's gonna do it! Brace for impact!"
He stood up to look at his Servant as he held up his right hand, gripping his wrist with his left, and activated his first command seal in the war so far.
"BY MY COMMAND SEAL," Micheals voice rang out over the din of the war they were all fighting and everything seemed to pause, "I COMMAND YOU JEANNE D'ARC ALTER. LEAVE NOTHING BUT ASHES."
The mana around Jeanne Alter exploded, blowing the water away from her all the way to the bottom of the river in a perfect half sphere. She stayed there, floating in the air, as she drew her sword and the mana pouring off of her began heat the air even at the distance Micheal was at while the unmistakable smell of ash and smoke filled the air as the Mion river began to boil….
-Four days earlier-
-4:37am, 6th Day of the Grail war-
"Shit...and your sure?" Micheal asked as he leaned over the regional map laid on the coffee table and circled each location with a red pen. He looked up at Saber who nodded grimly.
"Yes. He's expanded his range. There are reports of children going missing in all surrounding areas up to a radius of 20 kilometers." She leaned forward, pointed to more locations, and continued speaking bitterly, "We can't even get close to try and protect them. He plants those monsters of his in children at random and then-"
"Pops them like a balloon." Came Jeannes tired voice from a nearby chair, "Its cruel but he gets the blood either way."
Micheal grimaced and stood up from the map, glancing at the clock in the living room of the house, and firmed his lips seeing it was after 4am. For the past thirty hours they had been in a constant game of cat and mouse with Gilles De Ray. Everytime they thought they had him he would pull some new horror out of that damn book of his and force them to fight it while he escaped. The only good thing is that Waver said that he might have found Casters base of operations which meant that he and Rider had left to scout it out several hours prior.
Micheal ran a hand down his face suddenly feeling every minute of the past two days. He stepped back a bit and stumbled only for Jeanne to move across the room near instantly and catch him. He leaned on her a bit as he blinked his eyes feeling the strain of using them near continuously,
"I'm not sure what your mystic eyes are Micheal Lafaire but you should know that overusing them can cause blindness at the absolute best." Came a gruff voice to his right. Micheal turned his head to look at the man who Saber had brought with her. The same man from the flight. He watched as the man reached into his coat and then froze, instead pulling his hand out to run it through his hair instead. He caught Micheal staring at him and firmed his jaw as he stared into his eyes,
"I want to make it clear: After we take care of Caster-"
"This alliance is done. I am aware." Micheal growled back as he stood fully upright and walked back up to the table, "However in the meantime I'll take whatever help I can get and none of us can get the grail while the damn war is on hold due to Casters fuckshit."
Emiya Kiritsugu nodded as his phone rang. He pulled it out, read the caller ID, and then stepped out into the hall to answer it. Micheal watched him go still unsure how Artoria had convinced him to come and help. He glanced at the woman in question and saw she had been watching him leave as well. She saw him looking at her and she blew out her cheeks, shaking her head a bit.
"What I don't understand is what he needs all this blood for…" Irisveil said, coming into the living room with more coffee and snacks. She had declared that she would be the one making sure that they all stayed fed while working on the Caster problem, "I know that Caster servants tend to use a lot of mana while fighting but thats just it: he hasn't been fighting. At least not directly. He summons one of his creatures to delay us while he gets away."
She put the tray on the table and Micheal reached for sugar and creamer to make his coffee while Saber plucked some of the cookies off in one hand. Micheal looked back at Jeanne meaningfully causing her to roll her eyes and come up get a sandwich off the tray as well. For a few minutes the only sound was that of food being eaten and then after that there was silence.
Irisveil makes a good point in that Caster is collecting more blood than he should feasibly be using or even need, Micheal thought to himself as he stared at the map as though it would give him the answer he needed, What would he need all that mana for….
"They found and destroyed his base," Kiritsugu said with some finality as he came back into the room. Everyone there let out a sudden sigh of relief only for him to take a deep breath and continue, "While there was evidence that it was his base, He is no longer there. All the children being kept there Rider found butchered. The boy is…. He's doing his best given what he saw but he's in shock based on what the servant said."
Immediately any relief in the room was erased by apprehension. Micheal looked back at the map and narrowed his eyes as he noticed his vision blurring around the edges. He shook his head yet the blurriness remained. He sighed,
"I'm calling it here." he said firmly causing everyone to look at him. He felt Jeannes worry through their bond and sighed, "Kiritsugu is right in that I've been using my eyes too much. We all need rest. Everyone should go and rest as best they can. If nothing else happens lets all plan to meet up again around five this afternoon."
Everyone nodded and said their farewells barring Saber who wanted to ask Jeanne a few questions. After Micheal had made sure that no one had left anything within the house he finally went to his room and collapsed onto his bed feeling sleep pull him into its embrace before his head even hit the pillow.
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Micheal blinked open his eyes and squinted against the glare of the mid-afternoon sun, holding up a hand to shield his sight as he realized he had dreamwalked again. He felt grass under him and levered himself up onto his elbows to look around. He was laying on a tall hill overlooking a castle town. As he got his bearings a giant explosion erupted from the central castle blowing it apart completely as flames roared out and through the town. He stood up slowly and watched everything ignite even the stones. He felt the urge to go help when he sensed someone walk up next to where he was standing and glanced to his left and saw what he thought was a younger version of his mother. She looked at him and he blinked when he saw that her eyes were an amethyst purple instead of Amelias brown.
"I've never met you….. but I know who you are." Micheal said as the woman smiled at him.
"Saint Jeanne D'Arc. Pleasure to finally meet you Micheal Lafaire." She said warmly as they both went back to watch as Jeanne Alter continued to burn the city to its foundation. Eventually even that had been melted into slag leaving the entire area nothing more than a scorched and barren wasteland.
"Before I talk to you, I want to thank you." Jeanne D'Arc said turning her head to look at him from the corner of her eye. He tilted his head to the side and she laughed turning to face him fully, "You two are more similar than I think either of you have noticed… That aside. Thank you for caring for Jeanne Alter."
"Of course." Micheal said with such immediacy it made the Saint blink. He turned to look at her and noticed that she was looking at him with a small smile as though evaluating him. He shifted in one spot and matched her gaze. Eventually she sighed and sat down, tucking her white robes under her as she pat the grass beside her indicating that he should sit down beside her.
They sat there for a while watching the city smolder until,
"You must have questions." She eventually said.
Micheal nodded and continued to stare at the smoking ruins,
"This… wasn't the timeline she deserved. Even for her luck it was… abnormally cruel to her."
Micheal looked back at the woman to see the same small sad smile his mother often wore when she talked about Jarod.
"So...she's in other timelines then?"
Jeanne smiled happily and nodded, "Yes. One of the better ones even has her going to Hawaii with someone she loves and living the rest of her life with him."
Micheal raised an eyebrow at that, "I'd ask you to tell me more but I get the distinct impression you aren't here to talk about other Jeanne Alters."
Jeanne's smile turned into a frown and she spoke carefully, "There's something wrong with this Holy Grail war. Something has changed about it in a way that the Counter Force and Alaya weren't able to fully predict." She glanced at him as he looked at her feeling as lost as he clearly must have looked. Sighing she firmed her lips, and gave him a look, "You both are correct in your guess that the grail is cursed. It remains cursed at the end of every fourth war bar one where its cleansed by a Divine Construct and even then it took the Curses manifesting out of the grail as a Divine Spirit for that to work."
"So...with Blessed Hellfire-"
"Trust me when I say you don't want to have that happen to you." She said flatly and looking firmly at him, "So much has already been changed or moved around that the war in this timeline barely even looks the same. This… is why you were given your Saint Origin."
Micheal blinked,
"Wait. 'Given'?"
Jeanne nodded as she stared out at the horizon, "You were born with two origins. One is still asleep for lack of a better word as your Saint origin overrides it. As for what your other Origin is I don't know. Saint origins are not something someone is born with. It is given to them by a higher power in order to fulfill a mission or goal meant to save Humanity from itself."
Micheals mind whirled with a million questions and it clearly showed on his face as Jeanne D'Arc chuckled at his confusion, "You're wondering who gave it to you, correct?"
"That and….a bunch else." He muttered.
"There are never any new Saint Origins. They were all created in the resulting conflict that started the moment God cast Lucifer from Heaven. They contain both heaven and hell in equal measure are only able to be given to someone from the next generation when the previous holder dies. So what you need to ask yourself is not 'why' you have a Saint origin," the woman smiled as the wind blew her long golden braid to the side, "But rather 'which' Saint origin you have."
Micheal nodded, still just as lost as before. She seemed to catch on to this and smiled at him, "I can see why she likes you as much as she does. You're cute when you're confused."
Micheal blinked and felt his face burn as Jeanne D'Arc laughed holding her hand in front of her face. Eventually she settled down and shook her head,
"Do be sure to take of Jeanne Alter for me. I know you will but as her Big sister I still worry regardless."
Micheal coughed and stared at Jeanne D'Arc, his eyes wide,
"I'm sorry her what?"
The woman laughed and shook her head smiling again,
"A bit of a bad joke but no less sincere in the feelings behind it. Do you have any more questions? Any at all?"
"Why… do I keep dreamwalking? First was the dream where I met Jeanne Alter-"
"And made that very~ romantic promise to her."
Micheal felt his face warm again at the her teasing but continued on,
"Then I was in a facility that was being systematically cleaned out by what I can only guess was Death himself."
The woman nodded her smile growing,
"And now you're talking to the Saint Jeanne D'Arc herself." she finished for him.
Micheal nodded, falling silent.
"'There is a plan for all things'. This is taught to the people by the Church, yet its not completely true," The woman stood up and held out her hand to help Micheal up as well, "There is almost a plan for all things. In order to correct a variable sometimes a new variable must be introduced into the set."
Micheal nodded feeling unease grow in his body as he took the womans hand and she pulled him up with surprising strength.
"Micheal, you are that new variable. Follow your instincts, trust your allies, and remember that despite what she might say or do to the contrary: My Little Sister does care for you."
"I mean- I've kind of picked up on that given how she's been helping me so much since I summoned her."
Jeanne D'Arc shook her head and reached up to bump her knuckles against his forehead, "Not what I meant~" She said teasingly as she held her hands behind her back and looked up at him smiling, "Anyway. I can give you this one hint about Gilles de Ray."
Her face morphed into a glare as she turned to look at the ruined city again, "You're thinking on the right path about him gathering more mana than he would need to sustain himself but you have to consider this as well: His wish for the grail was to see me again. Jeanne Alter is in this war so he considers his wish granted already. Which means that he no longer has a wish for the grail…"
She turned her head to look at him, "Which means he is gathering mana to summon his Noble Phantasm to spread chaos and death in a world that in his eyes abandoned me. You need to make sure it and he dies before it makes landfall."
Wind blew past Micheal and Jeanne D'Arc causing her golden braid to move in the breeze as she looked at Micheal again,
"One last thing before I go: Saber cannot be trusted. She will turn against you all before the end even though she'll hopefully fight tooth and nail to stop herself. I'm not sure how much of this dreamwalk you'll remember but..."
Micheal blinked and opened his mouth to speak only for the wind to intensify,
"Take care of my little sister for me Micheal. You are the best thing to ever happen to her. Don't ever forget that."
The wind intensified and Micheal shielded his eyes as they were filled with light. When he lowered the hand he had used to do so he saw a few golden particles floating lazily in the air where Jeanne D'Arc had been standing moments before.
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Micheal felt the blankets first as he came back from his dreamwalk. He then realized he was laying face up on his bed and he shifted under the blankets as he opened his eyes, wincing as he felt his mystic eyes deactivate leaving him once again with a headache. He tried to lift his hands to rub the heels of his hands into his eyes but found he could only lift one hand as his other one….
He slowly and carefully lifted his head to see that Jeanne D'Arc Alter was asleep beside his bed with her head laying on one of her arms which was placed to on the bed. Her other hand…
was holding his.
Micheal watched silently for a few minutes as for the first time he saw she was smiling in her sleep as she made happy noises. He glanced at the bedside clock and doing the mental math realized that he had been out like a light for 10 hours. He looked back at Jeanne and attempted to pull his hand from hers only to find he wasn't able to move it at all. Feeling his movement Jeanne grumbled in her sleep, pulling his hand closer to her face. Close enough that he could feel her breath on his fingers. The grumbling slowly went away and she fell back into her normal breathing pattern as that smile once more graced her face. Micheal laid back onto the pillow and closed his eyes hearing the Saint Jeanne in his head again,
"I can see why she likes you as much as she does."
He took in a slow breath to calm himself down and tried to ignore the implications of what the saint had said while squeezing his eyes shut. He let out the breath just as slowly and then raised his head, opening his eyes, to look at his Servant again, noticing that some of her hair had fallen in front of her face to gently brush against his fingers in time with her breaths. He stared as some sunlight came through his window and illuminated Jeannes face taking his breath away in the process,
...I am such a fucking goner aren't I?
Micheal thought to himself as he sighed and sat up as much as he could. He gently tugged on his captured hand again causing Jeanne to grumble again. He leaned over and gently rubbed the top of her head with his other hand causing her to turn her head into the crook of her elbow,
"Jeanne…. Jeanne wake up..."
No response.
Micheal sighed and glanced at the hand she was holding as he had an idea. He thought about it for a few seconds and then decided to just go for it. He carefully lifted their combined hands off the bed and began to kiss each knuckle on her hand. As he did this Jeanne scrunched her face and groaned a bit. He eventually tilted their hands and kissed the underside of her wrist causing her to turn her head and barely open her eyes as he heard through their bond,
(Mmmm…. My first good dream in a while….)
Micheal chuckled and rubbed his thumb over hers as he felt a bit guilty,
[Not a dream I'm afraid my Lady Avenger]
Immediately she stiffened as her eyes snapped open and widened as she slowly looked from her shoulder, up her arm, to their held hands, and then into Micheals face as he smiled sheepishly. He watched her face burn crimson as she looked at her hand and then back at him. She moved to let go of his hand and he let her take her hand back as she stood up, turned on her heel, and slowly left the room closing the door behind her.
-Jeannes PoV-
Jeanne stood in the hall outside Micheals bedroom and tried to force herself to calm down while her face felt as though it was on fire. She gently rubbed the knuckles on her hand still able to feel the gentle caresses of her Masters li-
Jeanne smacked her cheeks with both hands with enough force to rattle some of the objects around her in the hallway as she fastwalked back to her room and closed the door behind her. She walked to her bed and fell on top of it, pulling the blankets fully over her immersing her in darkness.
I fucked up. I fucked up so badly. I-
You assumed he'd ask you to what? Stay? Tell you that he'd care? Maybe even take you into bed with him like you imagine when your all alone at night and can't sleep?
CAN YOU NOT LEAVE ME ALONE FOR FIVE FUCKING MINUTES. I'M ALREADY FLUSTERED AND DO NOT NEED YOU ADDING ON TO IT.
Silence lingered for a bit in her thoughts before the Other said
Whore.
Jeanne groaned and pulled her legs up to her chest as the Other vanished while she curled up under the blanket remembering what had led to that situation in the first place. She had watched Micheal walk off to go to bed but had been stopped from following him to make sure he made it by Artoria who had wanted to ask her some questions about how best to counter Gilles de Rays magic. What had started as a simple question and answers session turned into them talking about themselves and their respective struggles.
Jeanne remembered looking at Artoria with a raised eyebrow while the Saber looked at her the same way as her master and her husband left telling her to enjoy their talk. They had let the silence linger for a bit only for it to be interrupted by Artorias stomach growling. It was only after finishing off the rest of the food that Irisveil had made that Artoria had asked her a question,
"Jeanne?," Artoria asked as she licked some mayo off of her thumb while eyeing another turkey sandwich, "If it isn't too intrusive...I wanted to ask you something."
"Shoot." Jeanne said reaching for a sandwich of her own and taking a bite.
"What's your wish for the grail?"
Jeanne paused about to take a second bite of her sandwich and looked at the servant opposite her narrowing her eyes,
"I- Why do you ask?"
Artoria shifted in place a bit as though anxious before sighing and looking her in the eyes,
"My wish for the grail is to restore my kingdom- To save my country from the end it had and...maybe even... to have someone else pull the sword from the stone." She said quietly into the silence between them as she looked at her hands. Jeanne tilted her head to the side and furrowed her brow,
"Wouldn't that mean that you'd be erasing your entire history as King Arthur? You do know that the Pendragons are still alive right? Your line didn't end at Camlann."
Artoria snapped her head up to stare at Jeanne unbelieving, "My- No, thats- I killed my only heir and I wasn't- I never had any other offspring so…" Jeanne took another bite of her sandwich and reached for one of the glasses of water. Taking a sip she watched as Artoria Pendragon tried to wrap her head around this information. Eventually she looked up at Jeanne, her expression torn,
"Even if there was somehow a line to the present day they'd be ruined. I read about what happened after my death! There should have been nothing left for them- so how-"
"According to Micheals mom they basically run the entire UK from behind the scenes. They even own the Clock Tower building itself." Jeanne stated matter-of-factly as she dusted her hands free of crumbs and leaned back into her seat, "So not only are they still around. They still run the entire country to the current day."
Artoria opened and closed her mouth before finally shaking her head and giving her a look, "What about Micheal then? What about his family?"
Jeanne arched an eyebrow causing Artoria to furrow her brow and explain further, "I would recognize my sisters mana instantly and wouldn't mistake it for anything else in the world. Your Master has the same feeling to his mana as Morgan le Fay. I didn't want to say it outright at lunch but when he summoned Blessed Hellfire I got a hint of his mana and had to fight back the urge to cut him down right then and there as an instinctive response to it."
Jeanne's face turned into a murderous glare and she smiled with her teeth as she stared down the Saber Servant letting some of her mana out, "If you had so much as twitched towards him I would have killed you instantly. There wouldn't have even been ashes left. We both know I was holding back at the docks."
Artoria winced at this and muttered an apology. Jeanne let her mana continue to flow out of her just to make sure that Artoria knew she wasn't bluffing and then stopped. She sighed and glanced at the clock seeing that they had been talking for the better part of an hour.
"Why are you so concerned with Micheals family anyway?" Jeanne asked curiously.
"….After I died and was summoned I read about the fall of my kingdom and what happened afterwards. I traced the lives of every one of my knights that had survived beyond it but the more I read the more...concerned I got. Between the various authors and historians there was no record of my sister dying in any of them. The last mention of her I found outright was in a record of King Charlemagne's early rule. After that I found nothing else. My entire kingdom...reduced to a series of scattered and conflicting reports. As for being concerned about Micheals family… given that his family name is 'Lafaire' on top of his mana being identical to my sisters….."
Jeanne stared at Artoria as she trailed off, shook her head, and seemed to visibly deflate. Jeanne made a snap decision in that moment,
"Artoria." The servant looked up at Jeannes tone as she weighed how much she should or could say, "Before I say anything I need your word as King of Knights that you won't repeat what I am about to tell you to anyone."
Artorias eyes widened and she put her hand over her chest staring into Jeannes eyes, "I swear on my honor as King of Knights and as the Ruler of Britain that I will not repeat what you tell me to a soul, living or dead."
Jeanne nodded and sighed staring at her hands in her lap, "I don't have a wish for the grail-" Artoria's eyes widened and she started to speak only for Jeanne to hold up a hand, "I don't have a wish for the Grail because I was, and most likely still am not, in the Throne of Heroes."
"Then- If you're not in the throne then how…."
"How much do you know about alternate timelines?"
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"You've given me...a lot to think about Jeanne...Alter" Artoria said hesitantly as Jeanne walked her to the front door of the house several hours later, "I… don't know if I'll be able to wrap my head around all of it." She shook her head as she stepped out onto the walkway from the house to the street before turning around to look at Jeanne resolutely as the sun slowly rose over the horizon, "You do have a wish for the Grail by the way. I'm certain of it."
Jeanne scoffed and arched an eyebrow, "And what would that wish be then since you know it and I don't?"
Artoria smiled, "Your wish went to bed about five hours ago to rest his overworked eyes."
Jeannes face heated, "You- You need to be fucking quiet. I am not in love with my god damned Master. Understand? I-"
Artoria tilted her head to side and smiled smugly, "I don't think I ever mentioned anything about love just now."
Jeannes face heated further and sparks started to flow around her hand as she leveled a glare, "Leave. Now."
Artoria laughed and walked away waving farewell over her shoulder. Jeanne watched feeling her flames cool as the Saber servant turned a corner and then a minute later a rumble started from out of sight and Jeanne watched as Artoria Pendragon sped off on a motorcycle down the road.
"….I do not love him."
Jeanne muttered under her breath as she walked back inside the house and shut the front door behind her as she stared at the floor. She shook her head and began to take everything back to the kitchen. After washing the dishes and putting them away she dried her hands on her apron and took it off the hang it up next to Micheals. He had bought her it when she had expressed interest in learning how to cook. She still needed practice but at least she could make some basic foods now.
"Eggs are still something I need to work on…" Jeanne muttered to herself as she left the kitchen and felt the barest trickle of Micheals mana float down the hall. She stopped in place, remembering what happened the last time she felt this and mentally flashed back to when he had dreamwalked in on the summoning ceremony for Gilles De Ray,
"Which means he's dreamwalking again...shit. I need to get to his room." Jeanne spun on her heel and quickly ran across the house towards Micheals room. She slammed open the door and her eyes locked onto him although something was different from before. She paused and slowly walked forward to stand next to his bed as mana seemed to flow off of him. She narrowed her eyes as she felt the mana remembering what Artoria had said.
She shook her head clear and refocused noticing that the mana this time was more peaceful than before as it seemed to gently flow off of him and off the bed, dissipating before it touched the floor. Gingerly Jeanne reached out to shake him to try and wake him up only for him to grumble in his sleep and turn over onto his back letting his arm extend almost off the edge of the bed. Jeanne sighed and took his wrist to move it back when she heard him murmuring in his sleep.
She moved a bit closer and leaned over him as she heard him speaking in Frankish which made her blink and look at him more closely.
"He's never said he could speak Frankish and I'm positive he would have said something in it by now…" Jeanne muttered as she leaned closer to listen trying her best to hear despite the low volume,
"I want to see her happy, She...deserves to be happy…."
Jeanne slowly straightened upright and stared at her Master confused.
He's….not talking about me is he? I don't-
Jeanne felt his hand turn in her own as he grumbled more in his sleep. She looked down at their hands and saw that he had interlaced his fingers between her own. She sighed and felt a smile form as she looked at her Master, brushing some of his hair to the side with her free hand,
"I'm already happy you dork…"
She started to lean forward over him and then stopped as she suddenly felt warm while alarm bells started to ring in her head. She sighed and pouted a bit before looking at their entwined hands. She gently rubbed her thumb over his and started to sit down beside the bed when,
"Of course I...like her…..I fe…-" Micheal groaned a bit in English, stopping mid sentence only to pick up later on, "...irst sight."
Jeanne froze halfway to sitting down next to the bed as she stared at Micheal mouth agape.
There's...no way. None. I- I'm overthinking this. No one can love an evil dragon witch. Not even him.
Jeanne continued to think these thoughts and then stuffed the alarm bells into a box that she chucked into a corner of her mind to be ignored as she stood back up and leaned over Micheal until the tips of her hair were brushing against his nose.
On the off chance….I'm- That he-
She stopped and stared at his sleeping face, taking in every detail she could as she felt her face heat. The alarm bells start to ring more loudly and she quickly changed goals before they could stop her completely as she angled her head to the side. She gently pressed her lips against his cheek and then pulled away as her face burned.
She made to sit down beside the bed and laid her head on her free arm as she looked at Micheal while the hand she was holding lay between them. She yawned and felt sleep start to tug at her.
"You've made me the happiest person on the planet...Micheal...Lafaire..."