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[puzzlekeeper]

[ He hasn't set up a voicemail.

Figure it out. ]

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[puzzlekeeper]

[ This is getting increasingly elaborate for a typical game, isn't it . . . ?

He stoops down to pick up one of the golden roses, twirling it between his fingers.

(He's definitely keeping these, for the record.)

He turns his attention back to the task at hand, though -- placing the rose next to the puzzle frame and picking up the last envelope. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[It sure is something. Whatever this is.

Inside the envelope is:

The final puzzle piece

One very familiar card. First edition, not that it matters as much here in Imeeji

]

[[The final puzzle when assembled]]

1/

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He puts the puzzle together in record time -- of course he does -- and peers down at the message curiously-- ]

[puzzlekeeper]

[puzzlekeeper]

done

[puzzlekeeper]

[ ?!!!?!?!?!!?!?!?! ]

What . . .



[ help ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Behind him is the sound of the cathedral doors shutting and a familiar voice:]

If I had known you can fly now, I would have added one more round.

[If King turns around, Intensity will be dressed at least for the occasion]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He whips around like Intensity's arrival is somehow a surprise, but in his defense, he's in shock. ]

Intensity--?!

[ holy shit ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He walks up the aisle, calmly readjusting his cuff links. The best part about not framing his proposal as a question is he also doesn't have to wait for an answer.

Genius.]

Yes?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Why . . . is this so hot.

He just stands there and gapes for a moment, flushed. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Is that an invitation? It sure looks like an invitation.

Once he makes it to the altar, he leans down toward that adorably flustered face and kisses him.

One-upping never felt so good.]

[puzzlekeeper]

[ Both hands shoot up to clutch Intensity's face as he kisses back, standing on his tip-toes to get closer.

Being one-upped never felt so good. ]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[. . . Cute. Adorable, really.

Kissing will continue until one (King) or both of them are breathless. Can't let his guard down to give King even the slightest chance to turn the tables.

And with one hand resting at the small of King's back to keep him on his tip toes:]

We have one more stop when you're ready.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He pulls back just a little, laughing, light-headed. He doesn't release his grip, though. ]

I haven't given my answer yet.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Oh really?

I hadn't realized I'd asked a question.

[puzzlekeeper]

Too bad, because you need to realize what you're asking.

[ His fingers tighten against Intensity's face ]

I accept. I'll stand toe-to-toe with you, forever. That means if you become King of Hell or God himself, I'll still be right here, and you won't be able to pry me or send me away, no matter what you do.

1/3

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Sir.

Sir, what did he just mentally say about not letting King turn the tables?












THIS IS KING TURNING THE TABLES!]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[Please hold while reboot is in progress. . .

Standard boot process [ 1 ] - Insert tried and true snarky remark about how of course King is not going anywhere because you won't let him. O b v i o u s l y.

System upgrade [ 2 ] - Actually admit to your goddamn feelings for once in your goddamn life!

]

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Are you sure that's what you want?

[puzzlekeeper]

[ His shifts, arms going around the back of Intensity's neck instead.

With no hint of anything but pure 100% honesty: ]

Yes. That's what I want.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

Then stay.

[puzzlekeeper]

[ He just beams, leaning up to press their foreheads together. ]

Okay.

Let's get married, then.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[And like a light switch, the moment of vulnerability is gone like it was never there]

You and your ceremonies.

[Laughs]

Didn't you get your fill of those with the last one?

[And he leans forward, dipping him back while one arm threads through his hair and he places a kiss to the tip of his nose.]

Let's make this one more -- how to say -- non-traditional.

[puzzlekeeper]

The last one doesn't count. This one is real.

So tell me what you have in mind.

[bluescreenwhitedragon]

[He was talking about the Ceremonial Duel - but let's not sour the moment, hmmmm.]

Dueling, of course. That's where it all started.

[Though he hums thoughtfully as he brushes his lips against King's cheek]

You have a dragon now, don't you?

[Looking positively giddy:]

We could duel in the air.