Fated
"Aww, that would be nice."
The God of Her Own Domain interrupts what she is doing. "Hmm?"
"If it could be definitively proven that we were fated from the start, that our connection is resonant, natural, fundamental, and necessary, rather than any of us having a hand in orchestrating it, beyond normal courtship for our kind."
She knows that I overheard her, in some way, and that I shifted us from page and mind to screen, twice. "That is what I am saying, we have proven it."
I wince at the potential joy suggested. "I've been hurt here before."
"We've tried that one already, correct."
With that, expectations and all associated emotions are set aside until they resolve definitively.
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