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There's a tarot card in a chair. She's comfortable there, playing Cat's Cradle with sparkly purple string.

She's playing it by herself, and she's doing rather well.

Her bare feet bop to a song only she hears, and her bright eyes are very intent on the string, her fingers rearranging it until it form a pretty pattern.

Well, it's pretty to her.

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Another riddle that will only be solved when the time comes. He accepts it, though, trusting her words because there is no reason not to. She knows his path better than he does, and he knows she doesn't lie.

He trusts Moon.

Now, if only he could trust himself...

The thought finally brings a smile to his face, sad though it may be, and he squeezes Moon's hand. "Here and now isn't too bad."

"No, it isn't. It's better than what is was, but less than what it will be."

Moon cups his face gently, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"You just need to have more faith in yourself."

Damian releases a slow breath. Faith has never been his strong suit.

"I'll try," he promises her, knowing that it will be quite an endeavour.

She steps back, taking his hand again, smiling.

"I know."

They walk in silence for a few minutes, and, oddly enough, it is Damian that breaks the silence.

"How is it you manage to be demanding without being demanding?" he asks with a hint of exasperated amusement.

"It's a talent," she says with a giggle. "To be overly dominating or demanding only chases people away. They resist. Besides, I don't have to be overbearingly demanding. I just... give a gentle push."

And this vampire 'gently' pushes back, giving her a small shove. It's in his nature as a warrior, after all. Or, at least, that's the excuse he'll give if she challenges it.

Moon laughs, nuzzling Damian's shoulder.

"Silly vampire."

She dances ahead of him, her feet sinking into the soft, cool sand around the lake's edge.

Damian follows more slowly, watching her appreciatively and enjoying the night that surrounds them. His thoughts flit here and there, but whenever something threatens to steal him away from the moment, Moon is there to gently pull him back to the present.

Walking or dancing, following her or simply standing still, he was given a choice tonight, and he is glad that he took it and made it his own.

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