Jordan looked at Isela suppressing a chuckle before they were outside the room. "If I have anything to do about it I don't think you'll be returning anytime soon. That is if she calls for you than I guess I'll have to let you go." he replied shocked when he was forced to sit and she magically brought the food to the table. At first he was a little panicked to consume the food even though he made it. One thing bothered him more, Miles, he seemed to be on edge because of the girl in her room. He wondered if that anger was from the worry he had for her. It brought a smile to Jordan's face just thinking about it.

"He is a social butterfly." he laughed before getting rather serious. "Honestly I think he is just worried over your friend and the fact she doesn't like him. No girl has ever denied him before. Can't blame him for being angry..." he turned to Isela before smiling once more. "I think we should leave the two alone for awhile. Miles won't try anything stupid, not with a witch." Neither of them would even dare to upset the girls, at least he wouldn't. Had it nice so far, he didn't want it to end or be ruined. With a heavy sigh he ate his food at a moderate pace.

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Elvira sat in her bed pushing the food around in an almost miserable manner. Seemed she was starting to like the company of others. Her solitary life was getting rather, eventful. Never would she of thought a Hunter would be her, capture, and she was now sharing a room with them. When that hunter entered, she clammed up ready to get yelled at for not finishing her food. It surprised her that he only came in to read. At first she stayed silent moving the tray to the nightstand, laid in the bed pulling the blankets tightly around her body.

That didn't last long though, she couldn't ignore Miles presence. She never could. With a deep breath she spoke. "Do whatever you like. I'll go." she stated before climbing out of the bed seemingly "gained" her strength back when really she was using magic again. Wrapping herself in the blanket she headed for the door with well paced steps. "Sorry, I caused you such an inconvenience..." Her parting words before she opened the door to the room and avoided the dining room. Lasted thing she wanted was Isela realizing she was up and moving.

A quick escape she made it outside the one place she felt most comfortable in. Finding a dry spot she pulled the blanket around her slender frame more and laid down. Through the treetops she stared at the night sky observing the stars quietly humming in a voice that could sing beautiful songs. Only Elvira never sang, she believed herself to be horrible and there was never anyone around to hear her anyway. The birds liked to join her a lot though, a usually way she entertained herself out in the forest.

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"How long have you know Elvira?" Jordan asked looking over at Isela while he ate, not noticing the escape of the little witch. He was too enchanted by the girl before him anyway. He couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful she was and reminding him that he deemed himself unworthy of such emotion. "I wonder lately if we were all fated to meet." he mused out loud watching the girl before him with gentle eyes, mainly watching her face. Enjoyed the facial expressions she made.

*Miles looked over to her, peering over the top of the book. What had she just said? He sat up quickly and almost jumped up to help her. "What do you mean? You're not an..." He didn't get to finish his words or get over to help her. He silently made his way to the outside, not breathing so Isela and Jordan wouldn't hear it. Isela wouldn't be happy with Elvira. He hadn't meant to scare her off. Really he had just wanted to make sure she was okay, but he hadn't wanted to upset her.

"Elvira?" He asked softly looking around for her. "Please go back inside. I didn't want you to leave. If it makes you uncomfortable I'm sure I can sit somewhere else. But you need your rest." Miles followed the soft humming to find her, staying rather far back. He didn't want to scare her or something like that. Slowly he sat down on the floor of the forest and watched her, not in a creepy way but in a nervous worried way. This was his fault, he shouldn't have been so rude at first. He shouldn't have even been here. They both would be perfecty happy if Jordan and him hadn't shown up.*

"Can I at least get you another blanket? Or a pillow?" Miles asked looking up to the stars. What if she got sick from being outside, he wouldn't ever forgive himself. "Please Elvira, let me help you back inside. I'll leave you alone after that. I just, I'd feel horrible if something bad happened to you." Pausing Miles went to reach out to her, but stopped himself. Not a good plan, she didn't like him. Or at least it seemed like she didn't. So even a friendly gesture like that could be taken in a bad way. As Jordan had said, he didn't want to die in that night. "Elvira, do you hate me."

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Isela laughed softly. "A social butterfly. That's like calling Elvira a social butterfly." A grin came across her face as they ate. How she did love Elvira so dearly, but her friend seemed always stubborn as the day was long, so was Miles. They really did have a lot in common. When you thought long and hard, they were both afraid and confused by the other, they both threatened the other, they both fought with each other, their opinions were very strong. Now the difference was their likes and dislikes, at least that's what Isela thought. Mostly because she knew nothing about Miles.

"Worried? So he really does care. Wow." Isela said slightly amazed. Glancing at the now empty dishes in front of them she snapped her fingers and they started cleaning them selves. As that happened she stood, reaching for his hand, and led him into their room. She didn't like the kitchen chairs they were to hard, and she figure that she should let Miles and Elvira have all the extra space incase they needed to separate themselves or something.

As they were in there room, Isela figured out how to answer his question from at the table. She wasn't sure how to say that, mostly because it made her look, very very old, but with a smile she thought back to her early memories of her friend. "In human years? A very very very long time. But in witch years, I haven't had nearly enough with her." Isela nodded at that and looked at him. "I'm going to change into pajamas, would you like something to change into for tonight? And a change of clothes for tomorrow? I bet you all the old clothes my mom had from my father, before I was even born, would fit you." Isela reached her hand up to touch his cheek and meet his eyes. "Thanks for accepting me. As a witch I mean. Normal people couldn't do that."*

A shiver ran down Elvira's spin at the sound of Miles voice, her eyes went instantly to him and her humming got cut short. Without a word she just listened to him before laughing a little. "How could you help me back inside when you are unwilling to touch me Miles. Anyways I like it out here..." she said staring at the woods enjoying the comforting feeling they left in her. "Feel horrible if something happened too me... You attacked me..." she laughed before getting to her feet with a stagger. With a deep breath she walked over to Miles and sat in front of him the whole time thinking how to answer his question.

"If I hated you. Would you still be alive right now? Especially after kissing me on the cheek. Can't even understand it myself why I let you do that." Her eyes scanned the lines of his face with a great intensity. Unlike Miles she wasn't very hesitant to touch him and her hand when to lay against his cheek. She tilted her head to the side while looking at him, her mind stuck on what Isela said. How was he like her? The male version of her. She didn't see it, her other hand went to lay against his other cheek. "Do you hate me Miles?" she asked thinking it was the only worthy thing to ask.

Her mind wasn't all there anyway, nothing made sense to her at the moment. Nothing seemed to be connecting in her head. Why was he so worried? Did he not hate witches, the very thing she was. Why did he chase after her? Try to tell her she wasn't an inconvenience. Only thing that made sense was that if he wanted her inside her would have to do it by force. Which wouldn't she didn't think would happen because he feared touching her so much. She didn't understand why though.

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"I wouldn't get amazed. He hides his worry through anger. Such heated anger towards anyone but her most likely." he said with a laugh amused at how she seemed to get so happy at that though. Did she want them close too? Either way he took her hand allowing her to lead the way to their room. He didn't mind at all, preferred not getting caught between a fight those two stirred up. Rather enjoy the presence of the one he liked. Catching up to her pace he slid an arm around her waist closing the distance between them.

It was her answer to his question that left his speechless. He didn't get disgusted or repulsed to learn she was older than him. It rather amazed him to learn more about what she was. "Wow, I can see why you two are so close and even though Elvira looks young she is, wise." he muttered to himself mulling over the thoughts Isela put in his head before getting ahold of himself. "I would love something to change into if it isn't a problem. I don't want you hurting like Elvira. Or does that not pertain to all witches?" he asked slipping his arms around Isela's waist looking straight back into her eyes. "You aren't a witch. You are just Isela, a beautiful and kind woman."

He didn't pull away from her before she conjured up the clothing with her magic. Looking at the size he was surprised to see they were almost perfectly his size only slightly too big. Jordan was incredibly fit, hunting witches was never an easy job. Use to being on his own Jordan just stripped out of his shirt to replace it by the pajama one. Thought he could at least were a shirt to bed seeing as he would be sharing it with someone else. "Thank you for not running from me because I'm a Hunter." he said with a smile changed and sitting upon the bed.

"Unwilling to touch you? Is that what you think?" Miles asked slightly surprised as she sat down in front of him. "You are kidding, right? It's not that I am unwilling. I am afraid that you would not like it if I did touch you." He took a deep breath as he touched her. His mind was spinning, why was she touching him. Did he do something wrong? "I.. I didn't attack you because I wanted to... I...I'm sorry. Really I am." Looking at her he couldn't believe her answer, or her own question. Never did he expect her to even care if he hated her or not.*

"No. Elvira, I couldn't hate you." He looked at her and sighed softly. "I know, I probably seem like I should, but that's my personality. I don't know. I am.. I was a witch hunter. But I don't hate you. You made me realize that everything isn't about what I'm told to do and think. I don't have to follow in my fathers footsteps." In fact his father was even more heartless than Miles was. Jordan had rubbed off on him a bit. "I care about what happens to you. I feel responsible because Jordan taught me that a man should watch out for a young lady he is fond of."*

Miles reached up to where her hand lay on his cheek and gently rested his own on her hand. "Now, If you want to stay outside for the night, will you allow me to at least get blankets and sheets and stay with you?" He asked quietly, he hoped she agreed to let him stay with her out her. "Or I will carry you inside and I can leave and stay in some other room for the night. It is whatever you want." Finally he let himself look her in the eye, but also at her face. The curls that fell around her made her look stunning in the moonlight. Her skin reflected the light perfectly.*

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"Just Isela." She whispered softly, looking back into his eyes with a smile. "I like that. I like that very much." As she got the clothes with magic she smiled. "Elvira, she is on the side of the devil. Well, not at heart, but in truth. I am not. My powers are my own. I am not owned by someone. So they do not hurt me, not like they can hurt Elvira anyway." Pausing she turned away and slipped into a white cotton nightgown. It was the kind from way back before Jordan was even alive. Of course that was about how long ago she had clothes from. It was sweet and innocent, but at the same time more beautiful then anything you would see in that time.*

After a moment she placed her old clothes into a basket next to one of the small dressers and walked back to the bed where she sat down, curling her legs under her. "I get tired after along time, but spells like she mostly performs are a lot stronger than my own. We're very different. Elvira always said we were the perfect balance." Her eyes scanned his body and she giggled like a school girl would. Leaning a bit against him. It was just a strange thought to know that she was sharing a room with a boy, and the bed as well. Just that thought alone brought her back to a time when boys still were suppose to have cooties and girls wouldn't get within ten feet of them.*

That was so long ago. Only for a few years before her mother made them run. Someone had found out about her mother and the were suppose to be killed. After that, she learned at home. Her mother had taught her everything she knew. Really she hadn't known any other boys after that time. "I just wish you had been able to meet my mother. She would have loved you. Umm.. After she got past the fact you were a hunter." With another giggle she looked up at him. "You know, I would give up my soul just to know I could have you with me for the rest of my life." That was going to be the worst, they would get so close, but he still would get older. What happened when he got to old and died?

A light chirper laugh escaped Elvira before she tugged on his ear. "Wish I could of taught you sooner that you have a free will. I should know parents don't mean a thing. Mine left me easily." she laughed before smiling at him. Even though the demon had a claim on her soul he didn't have any property over her emotions. She patted Miles on his bare cheek. "Smile once in awhile. You wouldn't look so intimidating, would have a someone to watch over. Though I have to admit I'm surprised you are fond of me." she spoke easily before Miles now that their differences were settled and they made amends. It was a relief she could talk to him instead of fighting, got old after awhile.

"That sounds like I have no choice in the matter there Miles. I will let you choose seeing as either choice you'll be near me watching over me." A smile spread on her usually angry lips. She didn't mind any of the choices but one. "Though a correction. If you carry me inside you better stay in the room with me." she said looking back into his, eye. With extreme curiosity she wanted to know what was under the eyepatch that gave him such an alluring charm. Her eyes scanned over his cheekbones the line of his jaw memorizing it all to her memory. The first man she ever willing let touch her with no heavy consequences.

Retrieving her hand she took Miles with it placing his larger palm against hers. With her other hand she glided her fingers along the top of his hand. "Truthfully Miles, I don't mind your company when you are so, docile. Well, at least not mad. You have a very adorable charm that makes me wonder why Isela fears you. I see nothing mean about you." she just let the words flow as she drew designs on his hand. Such a simple act pleased her knowing she could touch him and he wouldn't be repulsed. That was all she got for being a witch, no one ever treated her so kindly that wasn't one. A hunter was the last thing on her mind of accepting her.

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Jordan listened with a smile. "You both have too much kindness on your faces that comes from your heart to be even like the demon. I can't blame Elvira is angry for how her magic hurts her and us hunters still try to kill you guys oblivious to the truth." he said before falling into silence at the sight of Isela and didn't budge, speak, or show an expression till she leaned up against him. Nervously he slid his arms around her. "You are so beautiful Isela. You are so out of my league." he laughed holding her still a pink hue to his cheeks.

"That sounds like Miles and I. Glad I ever met him, because he had one heartless father. Though Elvira probably would of broken him down, only we might not of met and I would be devastated at that." With a warm smile he looked down at her shifting her into his lap so she leaned perfectly against his chest and he could get his arms around her easier. He quietly listened to her, his smile fading as he seriously thought about the matter at hand. Witches lived longer than humans and he wanted this relationship to work. He hadn't found a girl like her before. The ones that went after him only cared that he was a Hunter, supposedly gave him a bad boy look that girls swooned over. Isela was completely different, she feared him but now she was in his arms safe and sound.

Which made him laugh because she could probably protect him better than he could her. "Don't think like that darling. Just enjoy what you have now before getting into the more serious matters. We'll find something. If it works out between Elvira and Miles we can discuss it with her." he said thinking it over but saying his thoughts out loud for her. "She involves herself in stronger spells so she might know of one that could help us and be willing to help." he mused that after she experienced a decent romance she would understand Isela's feelings better. He knew one thing he didn't want to grow old while she stayed young.

He smiled at her, glad she was allowing him to be close to her. Especially when she was acting almost playfully. "Free will. It's not that I didn't have it, but that when you're under 18 your parents still own you. If I got kicked out, I wouldn't have been able to survive by myself. I'm sort of like your friend Isela. I couldn't figure out how to live outside of my own roof. Jordan could though. So that's why I'm with him most of the time." A laugh escaped his lips when she said that she had no choice in the matter. "Well my dear Elvira, because you did capture me, it is now my job to keep you safe. So of course I am watching over you either way."

"I think I should bring you inside. *Tomorrow night we should set up blankets outside, but for now I think it might be a better plan incase either of the other two come in. We don't want them thinking I upset you and you killed me or something." He spoke lightheartedly, not meaning anything by his words except a smile. "Isela has seen me when I have a bit of a high temper. I do fear that she thinks I can do more damage than I really can do. It's my fault, I'll be kinder to Jordan and and act better around her. I promise." He reached out with the hand that wasn't between Elvira's and rested it on her cheek. The skin there was so soft he could*
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After looking at her for a moment longer he pulled away and stood, reaching down to lift Elvira, and her blanket into his arms. "Stay quiet until we're in our room." He whispered moving into the tent. Clarence ran to their room without being noticed and set her down under her covers. "Is there anything I can get for you? Medicine? More food? Water?" He asked standing *next to her. As he stood his eyes closed and he reached up to move the eyepatch so he could itch underneath. Under the eyepatch it was black and blue. Puffed up enough that the eye was shut. Quickly though he slid the black patch back into place.

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"I am not beautiful." Isela replied, her cheeks turning almost as pink as his. "And if I were out of your league, would I be here right now?" She asked gently placing a hand on his cheek. "I think you are beautiful. Inside and outside. Especially considering what you were raised as." A giggle escaped her lips as he pulled her onto his lap. With a grin she leaned back against him, placing her arms over his. A boy like him was simply wonderful to have. Silently she hoped that Miles would end up like that for Elvira.*

"I do not get it. Why is it always that way. When something wonderful happens, there is always something bad." Isela pouted a bit, until he told her not to worry. "At least a spell that keeps you young, even if you still die when you're eighty or something. I don't want to be in love with someone who looks like my grandpa." Isela said lightly. "I'm sure there's a spell that she knows and can teach me so that I can make you live longer. Maybe it will take some of my extra years and split them with you so we both live for the same number of years." That thought made her hopeful to the fact things would work out fine.*

"I sure hope those two are getting along. I'm kind of worried that they aren't. Wow... I'm worried about everything. I need to just think about us and right now. Right?" Isela turned in his lap and face him, trying to figure out where to put her legs, and how to keep her nightgown from lifting up. After a moment she decided to wrap her legs around him and not worry about the nightgown. She did have underwear on. "I don't really know how I got lucky enough to find you, but I'm sure glad I did. And the best part? Because I'm a witch I get to believe in love at first sight. I hope you do too." Isela knew they weren't going to leave eachother, that wasn't even a possibility. They were perfect for eachother, even with all their differences. Leaning forward she closed her eyes and kissed him on the lips.

Elvira did smile, a rare smile that she willingly let Miles see. With a laugh she held the smile for awhile. "So you are now my bodyguard? Because I captured you and how could I kill someone so, useful. I wouldn't want to lose you anytime soon and not by my own hand. You may anger me sometimes but I can be forgiving." she said before being silenced at Miles hand coming to rest upon her cheek. Her first reaction was to run but she stayed exactly where she was taking a deep breath. Such an affectionate touch, especially from a male did not sit well with her. She didn't want to ruin what they had now, she couldn't stand the fighting.

A gasp escaped Elvira's lips as she felt her body lift off the ground, a slight panic shuddered through her body and she placed her head against his chest to calm herself with the beat of his heart. No word would escape her lips while she was mentally in a fight with herself. She just couldn't let someone enter her personal space bubble and especially a male she just meant, a hunter at that. It relieved her when she was set upon her bed. With a laugh she looked up at Miles shaking her head. "I don't need anything however you can do something for me. Just sit down..." she said motioning to the empty place on her bed not wanting anything else. She enjoyed his company when he was calm.

Though something got her attention, his eye. "Sit, sit, sit... she ushered him to sit down "I don't get to talk to many people and I enjoy your company." she said till he sat down and she practically sat in his lap to see his eye for herself. A gentle and slow touch she moved the eye patch from over his eye. "What happened? Did Jordan punch you or some girl you broke the heart of?" she asked in a rather teasing tone wanting him to feel he could tell her with no worries of her judging him. She just wanted to know what was wrong so she could heal it before he stopped her. He seemed calm even as she touched him. Would be too late for him to realize what she was doing. In her mind she could handle the consequences.

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"We can ask her in the morning. Miles will learn that he can't treat Elvira like all the other girls he has encountered and broke the hearts of." He laughed holding her in his arms with a big grin. "You have such an imagination..." he mused not realizing it was probably possible for her to do that. They were witches and he did not know there world or how it worked. "I wouldn't mind having you still young while I was old. That would be great for me..." he said laughing imaging the sight of how their relationship would become.

"I find it cute that you worry about others, just shows how caring you. Honestly that is kind of how Miles is only he doesn't show it like you. However you can think about whoever you want, I won't get mad." He said laughing some more before getting cut off as Isela was now facing him. Even though he believed in not doing anything till marriage, she just made it incredibly hard on him. How could this not tempt him? He held it in though trying to ignore her legs around him and the fact her nightgown had lifted up. "I've been enough relationship to know what I want in a woman. You haven't even gotten close to that category." With a smile Jordan gently slid his arms back around her and returned her kiss.

Separating from her for a second he moved their position so he was now laying down and she was on top of him. With a cautious touch he slid her legs from around him and smoothed down her night gown so it was back around her legs. "I say we just relax my darling. No need to worry about anything or the other two. I hear no screams or some hostile air in this tent. " he said with a smile kissing Isela one more time unable to hold himself back. They were intoxicating and he didn't want to stop just yet or think of anything other than her. Not till the morning would he give Miles a bit of his attention. He would have to figure out how everything went. Miles was his friend after all.

Miles nodded and smiled sitting down next to her. He was glad that she didn't get angry with him for picking her up. He could feel that she was freaked out by it. Same with him touching her cheek. So, he would be more careful from now on and wait until his touch was okay with her. That way it wouldn't scare her. At least he hoped it wouldn't. It was unclear to him weather she hated it, or actualy was growing not to mind it. When she sat on his lap, a slight chuckle escaped his lips. That was until she moved the eyepatch.

"I wish it was Jordan." He looked away from her, ashamed of what had actually happened. "I would have punched him back and we would have matched." He joked trying to laugh. Miles looked up at her and frowned slight pushing her hands away. "Don't try to heal it. Not right now. Wait until you're better. It's okay I can deal with it." After all, this wasn't the first time it had happened. Some part of him hoped it would be the last though. If he stayed with Elvira he wouldn't have to go home. Then he wouldn't have to see his father. That made him a bit happier. Miles wouldn't have to see him or deal with him when he came home angry, and/or drunk.

"It was my father. It's a normal occurrence with him. This time he was angry because Jordan got Isela's mother. He screamed at me that I wasn't good enough to be a witch hunter and I was a disgrace to the family name. Or something like that. Normally it's because he's drunk. So he takes put his anger on me. I have the eyepatch and I wear it normally now. So people don't ask questions. Jordan is the only person who knows the truth." Miles was still holding her hands away from his face, he would heal, and it really wasn't all that painful. So there was no point in having her hurt herself more. "If you're much better by tomorrow you can heal it if you really want to. But otherwise I'll get over it." Quickly he slid the eyepatch back over his eye.*

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"I couldn't kiss you if you looked like my grandpa. That would freak me out. I guess you could get a little bit older. But no older than forty. That's when people start getting gray hair and that would just be to weird!" She exclaimed with a smile. Isela shook her head at the mental picture of him having gray hair and fake teeth when he got older and her standing next to him and kissing his cheek. Yuck. As much as she would still love him, it just wouldn't be possible to deal with that. Old people freaked her out, they looked as if they were going to go poof into a pile of dust at any second.

"To know what you want in a woman blahblahblah. Couldn't you just be straight forward and tell me if you believe in love at first sight or not?" She asked meeting his lips happily and smiling as he laid down and fixed her nightgown. He was perfect. Perfect in every single way. At least to her he was. "No worrying. Got it. Elvira will be okay until the morning. She can handle herself." She whispered kissing him a few times and holding her arms around him. Isela enjoyed the kisses so much that it was almost impossible to stop herself. Kisses couldn't hurt anyone, but she wouldn't go any farther than that.*

"Jordan, do you want to go back to your own home?" She asked quietly, wondering if he would miss his family, or anything like that. They weren't suppose to be in love. Not a witch and a witch hunter. It wasn't like she could go back with him. If anyone found out she truly was a witch, they'd both be killed. Would she take that risk if he wanted to be with his family too? Some part of her knew Miles and Elvira would stay away from the town, but she wasn't sure about Jordan. He was like her. If she were in his position, she thought that going home would be nice. Could she change her identity so no one would know it was her? Or would he leave her in the woods away from him?

Quite and patient Elvira listened to Miles while her hands were held from his eye. Though her eyes were locked on his not wanting the eyepatch to return but it did. A sigh escaped her pale lips. She looked at him thinking of what to say. "I don't think you are a disgrace at all. Your father is just possessed by rumors we are evil. Because you know the truth I believe you are the superior one." she said with a smile not bothered by her arms being pinned by him and being defenseless. This was rare for her, if anyone else did that she would of probably tore them apart.

Realizing that a dark blush went across her cheeks. "Uh..." she mumbled looking at his hands. She was completely at a lose and soon panic set in and she escaped his grasp herself. Still lacking any true thought she escaped to sit on his bed. Not one of her most brilliant plans, Miles put her in a complete mindless daze. "Sorry..." she said feeling she did something wrong. All this was completely new to her, she didn't know how to act at all around him. Never had a guy gotten this close to her and she couldn't even think of how to respond to his contact it was so different from Isela's

"Sorry... I don't know how to act when you do that. I've been alone for years, traveling constantly, never stayed in one place for long for fear of hunters and getting close to someone. You can see how that worked..." she laughed thinking of how Isela got so close to her. "I wish I was human so many days of my life. Feel I have lived enough years and all of them leaving me feeling nothing. Glad I met Isela. Lived a few with some meaning..." She didn't even know why she was saying all this anymore, it just came out with no stop. She felt so relaxed being near him.

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"Alright, Alright. I don't believe in love at first sight but when I first say you I thought you were unbelievable gorgeous and I couldn't end your life even if I tried. It was till I learned of your personality did I truly fall for you. So yes, I know what I want in a woman. Every girl I've met who has had decent looks is a complete egotistical spoiled brat. Can you blame me for being a little nervous." he explained before getting serious. "And before you start getting ideas, the first time I fell in love at sight with a girl and two years later when I proposed to her, she left me standing on the alter, took the ring and married someone else." he laughed trying to cheer himself up as he held Isela close in his arms.

He would try his best not to let her go or do something wrong that chased her away in any way. So he kept his arms securely around her letting her choose how far things went. It pleased him it only amounted to kissing because he didn't want to stop. "Home? I have no home my dear Isela. I left it the day I turned 18 to go witch hunting, haven't been back since. Could say Miles is my home I guess..." he said not believing how true that was. He left his home in the sky city and ever since he has been with Miles. Never thought about anything else, or even how close he had gotten to him. Which made sense why they hadn't killed each other even though they weren't the nicest to one another.

"He has always been a brother to me and why would I want to return to a town that might kill you? Like I would risk that. We can find somewhere else to live. I can throw away my witch hunting title. Elvira seemed to know of some places that would accept the both of you however not us hunters. Could call myself a traveling swordsman... I don't know if they would believe it." he smiled at the thought of it actually working and he could stay somewhere with Isela and just relax. No worries about death or anything.

(Hey. I'm really sorry I haven't posted in such a long time. I hope this is okay!)

Miles watched her, for a moment and laughed slightly. "You're really great Elvira. It's sweet how you have no idea what to do." He sat right next to her, but didn't touch her. Instead he slipped his eyepatch back off and put it into his pocket. After all, it didn't much matter if it were on or off if she knew what was under it.*

"Elvira, if you weren't a witch, I never would have met you. So maybe there wasn't any meaning that you could see before. But if I had not met you, Isela would be dead, and countless more witches. I'd still be hunting." Miles paused and gently reached out to take her hand in his. "Your life has more meaning then you could ever realize on your own." His voice was almost shaking as he looked at her. "you were put here as a witch for some reason. And you are supposed to be here with me now. I think- you are the strongest person I've ever met."*

A smile formed on his face as he thought about everything that happened in such a short time. "Maybe we should stop traveling, and all four of us should stay somewhere together. Maybe be the family none of us have? I think you deserve that." after all, if he had been running for however many years it seemed logical to want to stop at some point. It was surprising that she hadn't given herself in before she met Isela.

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"She left you on the alter?!" Isela was actually quite angry at that. "How could someone do that to you! I mean of all people! That's just ridiculous." Even though she was glad the two hadn't gotten married, it was *so hard to see how anyone could do that to him. "Does she realize that she would have been the luckiest girl in the world if she married you? You're amazing, sweet and wonderful." Her lips met his again as she finished speaking.*

"Well my home is here. With you , and Elvira. So I'm very glad you don't want to go back anywhere. Although not having a home and family makes me kinda sad for you. I don't know what I would have done without my mom before elvira came along." Isela leaned her head against his chest frowned. "Well, I'll make sure you always feel at home now. Just like it should be."*

Slowly her eyes closed and relaxed, counting every breath he took. "You'd be a wonderful traveling swordsman. But you wouldn't really be traveling after *we go there.". A giggle escaped her lips. "You'd be a non-traveling traveling swordsman." After laying in silence for a while Isela fell into a light sleep, exhausted from the day. Who knew what tomorrow would have in store for them.

[{It is fine. I'm really sorry though, I can't think of a reply. At a complete lose. Care if we time-skipped? To like the morning or something.}]

{yeah time skip is fine with me :)}