Ever since Chance asked Elliot out for the first time, he's never been happier. They always said something stupid about 'Asking you out was my best gamble. I won the jackpot that day.' or something corny like that. Having a boyfriend in the Forsaken realm probably wasn't the most ideal thing, but it made both of them happy. And that's what mattered. What also mattered to Chance was the fact that he wanted to propose to Elliot at some point.

As of now, Chance and Elliot are sitting on the porch stairs of the cabin lobby, watching the rainfall on a cloudy afternoon. It was soon after a round, and everyone was a little scraped up. Elliot had gone to the extra work of making pizza for the rest of the survivors, something he often did.

The smell of rain and wet earth fills the air, the sound of rainfall drowning out the sound of chaos from the other survivors in the cabin. Rain falls in thin sheets, making it hard to see beyond the horizon. Puddles formed around the cabin in the grass, blotchy and messy. Rainwater poured in a continuous stream from the gutter, hitting and forming a small hole in the dirt below. Elliot sighed softly, the muffled sound of his earbuds playing (your choice of song) sounding.

Chance: "(song artist)-ing it again?" he asks, his tone too gentle to be teasing.

(You're Elliot, have fun twin)