That’s The Last Time You’re Going To

If I Propose, You'll Know It. For One Thing, I'll Be Hyperventilating.

There Was Nothing I Loved More Than Teasing Dimitri. Well, Aside From Maybe Kissing Him.

More Than His Exterior Hit Me. I Felt Warm And Safe Just Being With Him. He Brought Comfort After My Terrible Day. So Often With Other People I Felt A Need To Be Center Of Attention, To Be Funny And Always Have Something Clever To Say. It Was A Habit I Needed To Shake. But With Him I Never Felt Like I Had To Be Anything More Than What I Already Was. I Didn’t Have To Entertain Him Or Think Up Jokes Or Even Flirt. It Was Enough To Just Be Together, To Be So Completely Comfortable In Each Other’s Presence—we Lost All Sense Of Self-consciousness.

I Do Usually Stay In The Fantasy/sci-fi Range, I Suppose, But It Has Many, Many Subgenres That I'd Love To Continue Exploring.

Besides, I Could Hardly Complain To The Administration That I Was Being Forced To Learn Magic.