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You tried to have a good day. You really did, given that you were the face of Valdivian's customer service, but anything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
Your coffee order had scalded your tongue on the way into work. You'd left your flash drive at home, which had a presentation on it that Franklin needed to pitch to David—all coupled off with a rather embarrassing fall down the stairs when you were trying to get lunch… right in front of David Most.
And, as an insult to injury, when you'd picked yourself up off of the floor, you'd ended up needing to race to the bathroom to staunch a bloody nose.
The worst part? David had been showing around potential investors when you'd fallen in front of them, leaving them questioning just what exactly you were doing there.
Something about how if you couldn't stay upright on your own two feet, then he really needed to think about who he chose to work under him.
Before you solved everything with the Dateviators, David Most would probably do just that. He was the one to get trashed off of virgin drinks, and threatened you on the regular.
But now? He'd let you go home early, patting you on the shoulder and saying he'd take care of the investors.
You just hoped that "taking care of them" wouldn't end up with you needing to find another job… again.
At least you had some relief. Since you'd Realized all of the Dateables and they'd gone out into the world, you'd been alternating who you stayed with—and today your stay was with Chance, your former D20.
He'd been so ecstatic when you'd said you'd stay with him… but that also meant that you'd have to explain what happened to you today, and all you wanted to do was go back to Chance's place, flop into bed—and forget about everything that happened.
But Chance, sweet Chance, had seen you come up the walkway to his place. He'd seen you mutter to yourself, wipe the dried blood from under your nose—and somehow, he knew.
Well. Not the specifics, of course. He was magic, not psychic. Or… at least not that he realized.
Magic was sort of a fickle thing. The Dateviators were a product of science, though the Dateables worlds could be called magic. And when Chance was Realized through sheer science, somehow the magic of Grottos and Gargoyles had collided into his human form.
The others had reports, curiously enough, of something similar happening—
"Chance?" You call inside, as Chance snaps himself out of his thoughts. Nevermind that, he reasoned.
It was time to make your day better.
The door swings open, as Chance stands before you, beaming. "Ho there, my darling traveler!" And you're swept up into a tight hug that smells a bit like old books.
And even if you don't want to fess up right away, you allow yourself to relax, sinking into the hug with a sigh.
"Hi, Chance." You murmured into his chest, as the former D20 presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "You have a rough day, sweetheart?" He murmured.
"The worst." You grumble, and that's all Chance needs to hear before you're whisked off your feet into a bridal carry.
"Oh!" You yelp, a giggle under your protest. When did Chance get so strong?
"Then I think I've received a quest to make your day." He says in your ear, and you can't help but shiver.
Whenever Chance had his DM voice going, you couldn't help but think of someone on a podcast—or, rather, someone holding back secrets just for you.
Promises that whatever he did say would come true.
"I do think your reward will be good for this, Sir Chance." You say, as Chance grins. "Then, shall we?"
"I believe we shall." You say, as you're carried into the house, bags and all.
It didn't take much to cast a subtle strength spell to pick you up. But feeling you right now, how small you seemed? Well. For Chance, it seemed like a necessity to carry you.
You did so much for him and the others, it was only fair that he did the same.
With a subtle wiggle of his fingers, a trickle of golden light escapes from his fingers—and the house picks itself up.
Pillows are fluffed, now vaguely scented with rosewater perfume—something that you'd been convinced to wear by Barry now that he was making cosmetics for you. The couch is neat, the table pulls itself up with a plate of snacks appearing out of basically nowhere.
And, lastly, a joint gift from Prissy and Holly winds itself around the window and around the area, a garland of roses in alternating pink and white, the petals gently arranging themselves on the seats.
Though what else?
"Chance?" You say, as he startles, glancing down at you in his arms. "D'you mind if we cuddle? I kinda just want to melt into a puddle and not exist."
Not exist?
Of course, you didn't mean it literally, but… a world without you was a world Chance didn't want to see.
"One cuddle, comin' up!" He obliges, as you're playfully half thrown onto the couch, a little squeal of delight escaping your lips.
Compared to being thrown by someone like Dishy, or tossed around when Freddy was rampaging, I do like being cuddled like this!
And of course, in other such activities, skipping some steps was part of the fun.
But, as Chance snuggles up beside you, holding you close, you really do look like you're trying not to exist.
Your shoulders curl inwards, gaze darting between Chance and the fabric beneath you both. Your forehead is creased, and your gaze looking… hollow.
It'd been so long since he'd seen you like that, and every time, it broke his heart.
If today was that bad…
Chance's resolve hardens, and around you, golden light swirling around the room like an aerial ballet.
Things change wherever the light goes over, slowly morphing into one of your favorite scenes from a recent G and G game that placed you into a gorgeous magical library(inspired by Lyric, of course), complete with a magical shape shifting cat that kept players laps warm as they rested during a storm.
"Come back to me, alright?" Chance murmured, trying to get you to focus on him.
And, much to his relief, you do. Your gaze meets his once again, as you give a tiny little smile, pressing your face into his shoulder.
"I'm here, Chance." You whisper. "Just… far, right now."
"I've got you." No matter how many times Chance could say it at the moment, he wasn't sure of it at the moment.
At least there was this.
And living one of your fantasies, while dropping Dateable lore after they left you!
You weren't sure how long you fell asleep, but you awoke to—
"Mrow?" A very familiar snow white cat on your chest. In a library of roses, with a thunderstorm outside the window.
Why does this look like the library from late in the Enchanter campaign?
How on Earth…?