The Midnight Sky

part 10

Chapter 19

"That's a joke, right?" The Vindice Warden couldn't help but ask even as he knew from the determined gleam within those golden eyes it very much wasn't. "Jager, you do realize I'm technically a two-year-old, right?"

"Yes, Lord Bermuda," The golden-eyed man confirmed with a slight shift of his posture, "Therefore I already have an excuse for you to use."

"Oh?"

"You're a dwarf."

"A dwarf..." For not the first time since Jager had stared the conversation, Bermuda worried for the elder's sanity. While a Magical might consider a dwarf- though any who actually seen a dwarf would know he wasn't- the 'Normal' World would never even humor the though.

"Jager, I want an honest answer. Have you been stealing Small Gia's plants again?"

A frown twisted onto the other's snitched lips, "Lord Bermuda, I'm being serious."

"I was afraid of that." At least with the plants he could have blamed this whole idea on a poison-induced hallucination, but apparently not.

To be honest, The Night Arcobaleno didn't mind the idea of an anniversary -They never really had a proper honeymoon- but there was a reason they stopped taking cruises. Shrill screams and a heavy black smoke filling the air as the fire spread upon the ship, passengers and crewmates banding together armed with whatever they found a suitable weapon as they attempted to rescue the 'baby' from the 'living dead' that held the toddler 'hostage', never allowing it to leave the creatures shoulder.

"Jager, if I humored this idea, exactly where would we go?"

Normal humans always assumed the worst of things and couldn't follow the simple order of 'Do not Disturb' so things in the Civilian side of the world always ended up a complete disaster. Personally, Bermuda blamed the Zombie Apocalypse phase Civilian's seemed stuck upon.

The Mafia World wasn't an option- The one time they set foot on the Island the whole place had become deserted in a matter of seconds- no place in the Mafia was. The Cheeky brat had invited them to a Christmas Party once,and since there was nothing better to do at the moment they had shown up. The moment they arrived there was screaming, gunshots, explosions and utter chaos that left the once Grand Ballroom nothing but a pile of rubble with only themselves and Giotto still there. The cheeky brat had laughed, sheepishly rubbing the back of his head, before granting them a large smile. 'I guess that means we get all the presents.'

Then there was the wizarding world, whose reaction to them was just as bad as the Mafias. Spells lighting up the air as a few brave souls stood their ground while other ran around screaming like headless chickens.

"I brought us a Private Island."

...What?

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If Jager was honest, he thought he did well on planning their anniversary- Considering the fact he was a living corpse and Bermuda was trapped as a two-year-old- though it wasn't romantic in a sense most woman- and some men- would desire but it was good enough for them.

It was a tropical island, covered mostly in a dense forest with just a small cottage a good quarter mile in. Nothing much in all honesty but it was quiet and secluded to the point he could walk around without a single bandage and never once have to hear a scream at his appearance. It was nice to feel the sun on his skin once more.

They didn't hold hands and walk upon the beach with only the moonlight to guide them, he didn't recite poetry of endless love, instead the moment they were upon the island he carried Bermuda a cliff- taking a moment to enter the beauty of the waterfall flowing into the lake, the ivy and flowers that grew up the side the of the waterfall- before throwing his Lord into the glistening blue waters of Lake below.