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Chapter Two

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	Adeon was woken by a bloodcurdling scream, causing him to jolt upright and nearly charge into T’riss room. On arrival, he came to find her writhing about, clutching her skull and coated in a layer of cold sweat. Wasting no time, he practically dove to her bedside, shouting as he did, “Ma’am! T’riss!” The later left his mouth almost as an afterthought, even though she had made it perfectly clear weeks ago that it was how she preferred to be addressed. Regardless, it would be this that finally caused her eyes to snap open. Finally aware of her surroundings, T’riss slowly ceased her spasms and screams, coming to rest on her side. Her field of vision was consumed by the face of Adeon, his brows furrowed and his eyes darting across her face. All she could do to respond was to cry, while holding her trembling body.		Adeon was woken by a bloodcurdling scream, causing him to jolt upright and nearly charge into T’riss room. On arrival, he came to find her writhing about, clutching her skull and coated in a layer of cold sweat. Wasting no time, he practically dove to her bedside, shouting as he did, “Ma’am! T’riss!” The later left his mouth almost as an afterthought, even though she had made it perfectly clear weeks ago that it was how she preferred to be addressed. Regardless, it would be this that finally caused her eyes to snap open. Finally aware of her surroundings, T’riss slowly ceased her spasms and screams, coming to rest on her side. Her field of vision was consumed by the face of Adeon, his brows furrowed and his eyes darting across her face. All she could do to respond was to cry, while holding her trembling body.

	Of no surprise, T’riss was absent from breakfast that morning, leaving Adeon to dine by himself in silence. It was the third such night-terror she’d experienced in the four months since her arrival, and each one was becoming worse and worse. T’riss might have thought she was doing a good job of hiding the strain on her face in the days that followed them, but Adeon knew something was amiss. Whatever caused a saint like her to scream like that couldn’t be something he could help with, though, leaving him with a sinking feeling of helplessness. He almost didn’t realize that he’d brought the same piece of grox bacon to ~~has~~ mouth three times. Taking note of this, Adeon scowled, tossing the food onto the plate and standing. After bundling up, he stormed outside into the snow, door slamming behind him.		Of no surprise, T’riss was absent from breakfast that morning, leaving Adeon to dine by himself in silence. It was the third such night-terror she’d experienced in the four months since her arrival, and each one was becoming worse and worse. T’riss might have thought she was doing a good job of hiding the strain on her face in the days that followed them, but Adeon knew something was amiss. Whatever caused a saint like her to scream like that couldn’t be something he could help with, though, leaving him with a sinking feeling of helplessness. He almost didn’t realize that he’d brought the same piece of grox bacon to his mouth three times. Taking note of this, Adeon scowled, tossing the food onto the plate and standing. After bundling up, he stormed outside into the snow, door slamming behind him.

	The sharp thud sent a pang of guilt across T’riss’ heart, which was further amplified when she caught sight of the primate striding through the drifts below. She hadn’t slept since the nightmare, only faking sleep so as to allow Adeon to get some of his own. “The mon’keigh practically worships you,” she half-mused, still leaning against the windowsill, “yet here you are actually caring about his foolish reactions.” It was true that, ever since she had started teaching him to read and write his own primitive language, his behavior had begun changing. An added spring in his step, a constant stupid grin, all because she simply graced him with the time of day. It wasn’t anywhere near the same as training new kablites, but it still brought her a certain sense of…satisfaction to see her pupil progress.		The sharp thud sent a pang of guilt across T’riss’ heart, which was further amplified when she caught sight of the primate striding through the drifts below. She hadn’t slept since the nightmare, only faking sleep so as to allow Adeon to get some of his own. “The mon’keigh practically worships you,” she half-mused, still leaning against the windowsill, “yet here you are actually caring about his foolish reactions.” It was true that, ever since she had started teaching him to read and write his own primitive language, his behavior had begun changing. An added spring in his step, a constant stupid grin, all because she simply graced him with the time of day. It wasn’t anywhere near the same as training new kablites, but it still brought her a certain sense of…satisfaction to see her pupil progress.

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Feeding the Soul

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	===Feeding the Soul===		===Feeding the Soul===
	Agony gripped T’riss’ entire body as the latest round of painful throbs rocketed down her spine. It had been eight months since her last feeding, and her body was beginning to revolt against having to once again endure the ravages that came with the passage of time. Her spirit stone had helped somewhat, eliminating the visits from the terrible daemon that used to visit her in her dreams. Still, as she writhed about, T’riss found herself wondering if it would be less painful to rip off her own ~~arms~~ before beating her brains out with ~~them~~.		Agony gripped T’riss’ entire body as the latest round of painful throbs rocketed down her spine. It had been eight months since her last feeding, and her body was beginning to revolt against having to once again endure the ravages that came with the passage of time. Her spirit stone had helped somewhat, eliminating the visits from the terrible daemon that used to visit her in her dreams. Still, as she writhed about, T’riss found herself wondering if it would be less painful to rip off her own arm before beating her brains out with it.

	All the while, Adeon stayed by her bedside, doing his best to offer what little aid he could. She had, of course, warned him this might happen when they had landed on Quor, but that didn’t make it any easier to endure seeing his lover in such discomfort. He had offered multiple times to let her take his soul, only to have various objects thrown at him in response. This left Adeon with little to do, other than offer his moral support as T’riss battled through the symptoms of her withdrawal. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but he wasn’t about to let her deal with this on her own.		All the while, Adeon stayed by her bedside, doing his best to offer what little aid he could. She had, of course, warned him this might happen when they had landed on Quor, but that didn’t make it any easier to endure seeing his lover in such discomfort. He had offered multiple times to let her take his soul, only to have various objects thrown at him in response. This left Adeon with little to do, other than offer his moral support as T’riss battled through the symptoms of her withdrawal. It wasn’t much in the grand scheme of things, but he wasn’t about to let her deal with this on her own.

118.209.108.164: /* Chapter Two */

2014-09-11T19:05:09Z

Chapter Two

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	“Maybe I should tell someone about her,” Adeon grumbled to himself, not finding this idea to his liking. “After all, a saint like her don’t belong in a place like this, with a simple man like me. I’m just makin’ her miserable.” It was true, T’riss rarely did communicate her feelings, outside of the evening episodes. Even during his lessons, just getting a small smirk from her would often be reward enough to get him to push himself harder. He didn’t mind, of course, since he had no right being even able to look at such a being of grace and beauty. Still, Adeon just wished he could do more than struggle through the collective works of Shakespeare. It wasn’t until he stumbled and fell into a particularly deep snow drift that an idea suddenly came to mind.		“Maybe I should tell someone about her,” Adeon grumbled to himself, not finding this idea to his liking. “After all, a saint like her don’t belong in a place like this, with a simple man like me. I’m just makin’ her miserable.” It was true, T’riss rarely did communicate her feelings, outside of the evening episodes. Even during his lessons, just getting a small smirk from her would often be reward enough to get him to push himself harder. He didn’t mind, of course, since he had no right being even able to look at such a being of grace and beauty. Still, Adeon just wished he could do more than struggle through the collective works of Shakespeare. It wasn’t until he stumbled and fell into a particularly deep snow drift that an idea suddenly came to mind.

	“You’re going to have to tell him, and soon too. Else the mon’keigh is just going to be resentful of you even longer. Except, the moment you reveal what you are, you know full well what he might do. Are you really prepared to deal with that?” T’riss’ inner monologue was interrupted then by a snowball impacting the window. Blinking with confusion, almost wondering if she had imagined it, another scattered across the glass pane before she was able to discern the source. Down below, Adeon was beckoning, as if for her to join him outside. She returned ~~thes~~ motions by tilting her head to the right, which seemed to be enough for him.		“You’re going to have to tell him, and soon too. Else the mon’keigh is just going to be resentful of you even longer. Except, the moment you reveal what you are, you know full well what he might do. Are you really prepared to deal with that?” T’riss’ inner monologue was interrupted then by a snowball impacting the window. Blinking with confusion, almost wondering if she had imagined it, another scattered across the glass pane before she was able to discern the source. Down below, Adeon was beckoning, as if for her to join him outside. She returned these motions by tilting her head to the right, which seemed to be enough for him.

	As Adeon wandered off to the nearby apple tree, T’riss sighed, pushing away from her spot near the window and looking about her room. Adeon had brought her a trunk of clothing to use back when she was still healing, of which now rested at the foot of her bed. Most of it fit surprisingly well, given a few modifications to the inseam. Even so, she had never been outside the house since her arrival. Her host had told her that the nearest human was some 140 kilometers away, but that did little to overcome her fear of being killed for being what the mon’keighs called “a xenos.” Plus, the sunlight was rather harsh on her pale skin, even indoors. Still, as she slowly rummaged through the trunk, it couldn't hurt to see what Adeon wanted. It was better than staying here, confused and alone, even if he did try her patience at times.		As Adeon wandered off to the nearby apple tree, T’riss sighed, pushing away from her spot near the window and looking about her room. Adeon had brought her a trunk of clothing to use back when she was still healing, of which now rested at the foot of her bed. Most of it fit surprisingly well, given a few modifications to the inseam. Even so, she had never been outside the house since her arrival. Her host had told her that the nearest human was some 140 kilometers away, but that did little to overcome her fear of being killed for being what the mon’keighs called “a xenos.” Plus, the sunlight was rather harsh on her pale skin, even indoors. Still, as she slowly rummaged through the trunk, it couldn't hurt to see what Adeon wanted. It was better than staying here, confused and alone, even if he did try her patience at times.
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	“Can’t say I do.” “Well…” she bit her lips, steeling herself, “…they’re what you mon’keighs call xenos.” Adeon sputtered, nearly choking on the coca as he came to stare at her with wide eyes. She didn’t strike him as one of those bogeywomen that came to steal children away at night, like in his mother’s stories. His silence, though not intentional, caused T’riss to begin to cry profusely. “I’m…Please don’t be mad with me. I wanted to tell you earlier…but then you were so nice to me and I didn’t want you to hate me after all you did…” Tears cascaded down her face, the pain in her chest overwhelming that in her head. Why did she had to have a heart? Why couldn’t she just be a heartless monster like the rest of her race?		“Can’t say I do.” “Well…” she bit her lips, steeling herself, “…they’re what you mon’keighs call xenos.” Adeon sputtered, nearly choking on the coca as he came to stare at her with wide eyes. She didn’t strike him as one of those bogeywomen that came to steal children away at night, like in his mother’s stories. His silence, though not intentional, caused T’riss to begin to cry profusely. “I’m…Please don’t be mad with me. I wanted to tell you earlier…but then you were so nice to me and I didn’t want you to hate me after all you did…” Tears cascaded down her face, the pain in her chest overwhelming that in her head. Why did she had to have a heart? Why couldn’t she just be a heartless monster like the rest of her race?

	A pat on the head interrupted her sobs. Eyes widened in fear and surprise, T’riss came to regard him smiling back. “S’all right. Easy now. I don’t mind much what ya are, so long as you’re T’riss.” Words, if you could call them that, sputtered out of her mouth as she tried to reply, but failed as her tear ducts kicked into overdrive. Adeon simply took a few sips of his cocoa and waited, knowing that what she needed now was time, not his badgering. That was when he found T’riss suddenly beside him proper, crying into his chest. Doing his best to offer comforting words, he readjusted the blanket about them and stared into the fire. Monsters certainly didn’t cry, and, as far as he cared, it didn’t matter even if she was one.		A pat on the head interrupted her sobs. Eyes widened in fear and surprise, T’riss came to regard him smiling back. “S’all right. Easy now. I don’t mind much what ya are, so long as you’re T’riss.” Words, if you could call them that, sputtered out of her mouth as she tried to reply, but failed as her tear ducts kicked into overdrive. Adeon simply took a few sips of his cocoa and waited, knowing that what she needed now was time, not his badgering. That was when he found T’riss suddenly beside him proper, crying into his chest. Doing his best to offer comforting words, he readjusted the blanket about them and stared into the fire. Monsters certainly didn’t cry, and, as far as he cared, it didn’t matter even if she was one.

	===Chapter Three===		===Chapter Three===

1d4chan>ELH: Just removing my edits, since this has been removed from my backlog

2013-12-09T19:19:11Z

Just removing my edits, since this has been removed from my backlog

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	=Overview=		=Overview=
	A heretical short story about a not-batshit insane [[Dark Eldar]] (aka normal ones) falling in love with a backwater, human farm owner. ~~'''Currently being rewritten as a joint effort with the ELH, the anon responsible [[Macha_writes_a_fapfic\|for this heresy.]]'''~~		A heretical short story about a not-batshit insane [[Dark Eldar]] (aka normal ones) falling in love with a backwater, human farm owner.

	===Author's Note===		===Author's Note===
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	Last thought - Wiki formatting sucks, as does proofreading. If you want to pretty this up, go right ahead.		Last thought - Wiki formatting sucks, as does proofreading. If you want to pretty this up, go right ahead.

	~~'''ELH's Note:''' Did someone say hand-holding and cuddling?~~

	=Main Story=		=Main Story=
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	[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26451101 Original Thread #2]		[http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/26451101 Original Thread #2]

	~~[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y99dqAGGr1A Unofficial Theme Song]~~

	[[Category:stories]]		[[Category:stories]]
	[[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Stories/Warhammer 40,000]]
	[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]		[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]

68.98.243.134: /* Overview */

2013-08-26T19:21:58Z

Overview

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	=Overview=		=Overview=
	A heretical short story about a not-batshit insane [[Dark Eldar]] (aka normal ones) falling in love with a backwater, human farm owner.		A heretical short story about a not-batshit insane [[Dark Eldar]] (aka normal ones) falling in love with a backwater, human farm owner. '''Currently being rewritten as a joint effort with the ELH, the anon responsible [[Macha_writes_a_fapfic\|for this heresy.]]'''

	===Author's Note===		===Author's Note===
	{{Anonymous\|Varia}} here, figuring I should give you some sort of reasoning behind the madness and heresy you find below. It all started with a simple thread involving Dark Eldar. Towards the end of said thread, a thought experiment was raised: What if, rather than the sadistic monstrosities we knew them as, the DEldar were actually beings capable of compassion? From there, a new thread would be raised by one PDF-Kun, and it would be there that the main premise of this bit of writefaggotry would come to form.		{{Anonymous\|Varia}} here, figuring I should give you some sort of reasoning behind the madness and heresy you find below. It all started with a simple thread involving Dark Eldar. Towards the end of said thread, a thought experiment was raised: What if, rather than the sadistic monstrosities we knew them as, the DEldar were actually beings capable of compassion? From there, a new thread would be raised by one PDF-Kun, and it would be there that the main premise of this bit of writefaggotry would come to form.

	~~There are no plans to make this into a fap~~-~~fic~~, ~~so my apologies if you came here looking for hot xenos-on-human action~~. If ~~a lewd-fag really wants~~ to ~~write one, feel free, but keep it separate from~~ this ~~page if you could. I also will be taking a break before seeing if I should bother fleshing out some side-arcs and what not~~, ~~but you should consider the main story to be complete for all intents and purposes~~.		Last thought - Wiki formatting sucks, as does proofreading. If you want to pretty this up, go right ahead.

	~~Last thought~~ - ~~Wiki formatting sucks, as does proofreading. If you want to pretty this up, go right ahead.~~		'''ELH's Note:''' Did someone say hand-holding and cuddling?

	=Main Story=		=Main Story=

68.98.243.134: /* Overview */

2013-08-19T03:24:56Z

Overview

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	=Overview=		=Overview=
	~~This section needs to be written by someone who is~~ not ~~Varia~~.		A heretical short story about a not-batshit insane [[Dark Eldar]] (aka normal ones) falling in love with a backwater, human farm owner.

	===Author's Note===		===Author's Note===
	{{Anonymous\|Varia}} here, figuring I should give you some sort of reasoning behind the madness and heresy you find below. It all started with a simple thread involving [[Dark Eldar]]. Towards the end of said thread, a thought experiment was raised: What if, rather than the sadistic monstrosities we knew them as, the DEldar were actually beings capable of compassion? From there, a new thread would be raised by one PDF-Kun, and it would be there that the main premise of this bit of writefaggotry would come to form.		{{Anonymous\|Varia}} here, figuring I should give you some sort of reasoning behind the madness and heresy you find below. It all started with a simple thread involving Dark Eldar. Towards the end of said thread, a thought experiment was raised: What if, rather than the sadistic monstrosities we knew them as, the DEldar were actually beings capable of compassion? From there, a new thread would be raised by one PDF-Kun, and it would be there that the main premise of this bit of writefaggotry would come to form.

	There are no plans to make this into a fap-fic, so my apologies if you came here looking for hot xenos-on-human action. If a lewd-fag really wants to write one, feel free, but keep it separate from this page if you could. I also will be taking a break before seeing if I should bother fleshing out some side-arcs and what not, but you should consider the main story to be complete for all intents and purposes.		There are no plans to make this into a fap-fic, so my apologies if you came here looking for hot xenos-on-human action. If a lewd-fag really wants to write one, feel free, but keep it separate from this page if you could. I also will be taking a break before seeing if I should bother fleshing out some side-arcs and what not, but you should consider the main story to be complete for all intents and purposes.

1d4chan>Varia: I can english good.

2013-08-13T04:34:49Z

I can english good.

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	When Adeon awoke, the strange cries of the local fauna outside signified that the thunderstorm had passed. Quor’s weather was highly unpredictable at times, and it had taken months to finally build a shelter that could withstand the elements. Still, as he yawned and straightened up, he realized with a start that T’riss was no longer in their bed. Worried, he began combing their home, eventually finding her in the kitchen. There, she was preparing breakfast, humming gleefully with the aura of a happy housewife. A sense of admiration came over Adeon as he silently took his normal seat at the dining room table, not wanting to disturb T’riss, despite the fact she was a terrible cook.		When Adeon awoke, the strange cries of the local fauna outside signified that the thunderstorm had passed. Quor’s weather was highly unpredictable at times, and it had taken months to finally build a shelter that could withstand the elements. Still, as he yawned and straightened up, he realized with a start that T’riss was no longer in their bed. Worried, he began combing their home, eventually finding her in the kitchen. There, she was preparing breakfast, humming gleefully with the aura of a happy housewife. A sense of admiration came over Adeon as he silently took his normal seat at the dining room table, not wanting to disturb T’riss, despite the fact she was a terrible cook.

	With her abnormal, above-human hearing, she knew he was there as the quiet sound of the chair legs ~~scrapped~~ against the wooden floor reached her ears. Beaming, T’riss finished up the stew she had been working on, pouring it into two bowls before joining Adeon. “Well, go on, tell me what you think,” she said, motioning for him to take the first taste. He hesitated, eyeing the black, bubbling liquid before him. The last time he had tried her cooking, his colon had rebelled against him for weeks. Yet, as he took the first sip apprehensively, Adeon found himself surprised. It was actually quite delicious, and soon he found himself slurping the bowl clean to sate his hunger. Placing it back down on the table, he came to realize T’riss was avoiding his gaze, blushing profusely.		With her abnormal, above-human hearing, she knew he was there as the quiet sound of the chair legs scrapping against the wooden floor reached her ears. Beaming, T’riss finished up the stew she had been working on, pouring it into two bowls before joining Adeon. “Well, go on, tell me what you think,” she said, motioning for him to take the first taste. He hesitated, eyeing the black, bubbling liquid before him. The last time he had tried her cooking, his colon had rebelled against him for weeks. Yet, as he took the first sip apprehensively, Adeon found himself surprised. It was actually quite delicious, and soon he found himself slurping the bowl clean to sate his hunger. Placing it back down on the table, he came to realize T’riss was avoiding his gaze, blushing profusely.

	“That was…delicious, T’riss,” he offered, reaching out to place his hand on hers. Grinning, yet still not meeting his eyes, she nodded, “I…got some help from the exodites. They showed me how to properly combine the ferrgus root into…” Before she could finish the thought, T’riss found her lips being met with Adeon’s. Drawing back, he smiled, tapping her lightly on the nose, “I don’t really deserve ya, do I?” A moment of silence passed, then T’riss returned a kiss of her own before replying, “No, my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you.” Staring at one another in deep admiration, the pair then passed the rest of the day in the throws of their collective passions before tending to the crops in the evening. Such was their new lives, a mixture of pleasure and hard work that left both hardly believing it was real.		“That was…delicious, T’riss,” he offered, reaching out to place his hand on hers. Grinning, yet still not meeting his eyes, she nodded, “I…got some help from the exodites. They showed me how to properly combine the ferrgus root into…” Before she could finish the thought, T’riss found her lips being met with Adeon’s. Drawing back, he smiled, tapping her lightly on the nose, “I don’t really deserve ya, do I?” A moment of silence passed, then T’riss returned a kiss of her own before replying, “No, my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you.” Staring at one another in deep admiration, the pair then passed the rest of the day in the throws of their collective passions before tending to the crops in the evening. Such was their new lives, a mixture of pleasure and hard work that left both hardly believing it was real.

1d4chan>Varia: /* Feeding the Soul */

2013-08-12T14:36:32Z

Feeding the Soul

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	Two days later, her fever finally broke, bringing a wave relief over T’riss as she managed to drift into a restless slumber. A clap of thunder woke her some time later, the room around her a myriad of shadows accented by the flashes of lightning outside. Next to her was Adeon, sitting in a chair with his upper body slumped onto the bed. He had only left her side twice during the entire affair, and now he was fast asleep getting some much needed rest. Smiling weakly, T’riss reached out and stroked the hair from his face, a sense of warmth growing in her heart as she did. It couldn’t have been easy for him, to sit there helpless as she fought against her own blood, but that just made her love him all the more.		Two days later, her fever finally broke, bringing a wave relief over T’riss as she managed to drift into a restless slumber. A clap of thunder woke her some time later, the room around her a myriad of shadows accented by the flashes of lightning outside. Next to her was Adeon, sitting in a chair with his upper body slumped onto the bed. He had only left her side twice during the entire affair, and now he was fast asleep getting some much needed rest. Smiling weakly, T’riss reached out and stroked the hair from his face, a sense of warmth growing in her heart as she did. It couldn’t have been easy for him, to sit there helpless as she fought against her own blood, but that just made her love him all the more.

	When Adeon awoke, the strange cries of the local fauna outside signified that the thunderstorm had passed. Quor’s weather was highly unpredictable at times, and it had taken months to finally build a shelter that could withstand the elements. Still, as he yawned and straightened up, he realized with a start that T’riss was no longer in their bed. Worried, he began combing their home, eventually finding her in the kitchen. There, she was preparing breakfast, humming gleefully with an aura of a happy housewife. A sense of admiration came over Adeon as he silently took his normal seat at the dining room table, not wanting to disturb T’riss, despite the fact she was a terrible cook.		When Adeon awoke, the strange cries of the local fauna outside signified that the thunderstorm had passed. Quor’s weather was highly unpredictable at times, and it had taken months to finally build a shelter that could withstand the elements. Still, as he yawned and straightened up, he realized with a start that T’riss was no longer in their bed. Worried, he began combing their home, eventually finding her in the kitchen. There, she was preparing breakfast, humming gleefully with the aura of a happy housewife. A sense of admiration came over Adeon as he silently took his normal seat at the dining room table, not wanting to disturb T’riss, despite the fact she was a terrible cook.

	With her abnormal, above-human hearing, she knew he was there as the quiet sound of the chair legs scrapped against the wooden floor reached her ears. Beaming, T’riss finished up the stew she had been working on, pouring it into two bowls before joining Adeon. “Well, go on, tell me what you think,” she said, motioning for him to take the first taste. He hesitated, eyeing the black, bubbling liquid before him. The last time he had tried her cooking, his colon had rebelled against him for weeks. Yet, as he took the first sip apprehensively, Adeon found himself surprised. It was actually quite delicious, and soon he found himself slurping the bowl clean to sate his hunger. Placing it back down on the table, he came to realize T’riss was avoiding his gaze, blushing profusely.		With her abnormal, above-human hearing, she knew he was there as the quiet sound of the chair legs scrapped against the wooden floor reached her ears. Beaming, T’riss finished up the stew she had been working on, pouring it into two bowls before joining Adeon. “Well, go on, tell me what you think,” she said, motioning for him to take the first taste. He hesitated, eyeing the black, bubbling liquid before him. The last time he had tried her cooking, his colon had rebelled against him for weeks. Yet, as he took the first sip apprehensively, Adeon found himself surprised. It was actually quite delicious, and soon he found himself slurping the bowl clean to sate his hunger. Placing it back down on the table, he came to realize T’riss was avoiding his gaze, blushing profusely.

	“That was…delicious, T’riss,” he offered, reaching out to place his hand on hers. Grinning, yet still not meeting his eyes, she nodded, “I…got some help from the exodites. They showed me how to properly combine the ferrgus root into…” Before she could finish the thought, T’riss found her lips being met with Adeon’s. Drawing back, he smiled, tapping her lightly on the nose, “I don’t really deserve ya, do I?” A moment of silence passed, then T’riss returned a kiss of her own before replying, “No, my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you.” Staring at one another in deep admiration, the pair then passed the rest of the day in the throws of their collective passions before tending to the crops in the evening. Such was their new lives, a mixture of pleasure and hard work that left both hardly believing it was real.		“That was…delicious, T’riss,” he offered, reaching out to place his hand on hers. Grinning, yet still not meeting his eyes, she nodded, “I…got some help from the exodites. They showed me how to properly combine the ferrgus root into…” Before she could finish the thought, T’riss found her lips being met with Adeon’s. Drawing back, he smiled, tapping her lightly on the nose, “I don’t really deserve ya, do I?” A moment of silence passed, then T’riss returned a kiss of her own before replying, “No, my dear, it is I who doesn’t deserve you.” Staring at one another in deep admiration, the pair then passed the rest of the day in the throws of their collective passions before tending to the crops in the evening. Such was their new lives, a mixture of pleasure and hard work that left both hardly believing it was real.

	===50 Souls of Pain===		===50 Souls of Pain===