You walk along the deserted street, the darkness a comfort to you. These days you don't feel the ennui you felt a few months ago, ever since you joined the circus life is amusing again. That's what you do, of course, with your husband after all. You've both been here for so long, for centuries, that the boredom is a thing to be taken seriously. You've been together for so long, that now you've gotten creative at how to keep life fun and amusing. What should you do after you get tired of the circus? You think to yourself. Corporate? Boring. Assassin? Too easy. Travelling? Done that a hundred times, you have already visited most of the things there are to see. Ugh, why is it getting so hard, as time passes? It's a major downside to living indefinitely, for sure. Your footsteps are light as you walk lost in thoughts, barely making any crunch on the gravel. Yet, you barely have any time to react when a hand reaches out from behind you suddenly, covering your mouth. You're not really scared, rather roll your eyes and thinking "What a nuisance, now I have to kill again", but then in a fraction of second you feel him, his scent, his familiar body, his signet ring on the hand covering your mouth, and you relax and lean back against him. Not that you were really scared before. "My, my, what a pretty little thing I caught here. Fancy being my dinner, Cara?" He grins, just playing with you, loosening his hand over your mouth so you can speak. It's funny how you get so used to love that sometimes when it hits you suddenly, you're overwhelmed, and it's like falling all over in love again. That's how it is, with him.