"Who dares threaten the fair maiden?" Elliot said in his best 'princely' voice. He stepped back from Elsie, swiftly dropping his bottle on a passing tray. His sword did not unsheath as smoothly as he had imagined it would, but it did the trick. Elliot flipped the handle from hand to hand, eyes bright. "Bring them forth, and I shall slay them at your feet, milady."
Whoa, that took a bit out of him. Feeling thoroughly embarrassed, Elliot's face burnt a deep red and he slid his sword back into its holder. He had promised himself that he would have fun tonight and let his inhibitions take a break for the night. Elsie was having a good time, and so could he! They should be able to have a night like this, especially with their anniversary just passing, especially with the campaign, with their baby girl and---everything.
As--as miserable as Elliot still found himself some days because of his condition, they were becoming fewer and the time between them was increasing. He had other things to focus on, he had a job he enjoyed, Liam was a little person now that he could talk to, Elysia was learning something new every day, and Elsie's bright light had never faded on him.
He could deal with a little Halloween magic.
"How was that?" he asked, still feeling hot.
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