A scythedom in between

Chapter 1

- note from the author -
Hi there! Thanks for embarking with me on Jack and Marie's journey. I hope you enjoy the book, just as much as I will enjoy/enjoyed writing it!
Here are some remarks:
1. My chapters will be pretty short, since I like to keep things short, but powerful :) ;
2. There may be some mixing up of timelines, so if you read all the books, don't panic! ;
3. There are some *ahum* more than friends scenes in here, but nothing is written out explicitly ;
4. I will try to update this as frequently as possible, but don't freak out if you don't hear from me for, like, a month. Writing takes time, you know? ;
5. Just want to say that English isn't my first language, so if you stumble on some unnatural sentences, that may be the explanation ;) ;
Anyways, enjoy reading, and thanks again!

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CONCLAVE ENDED

"Ah, a fan of poetry, I see!"

She is standing in the hall, waiting on Faraday to finish his round of conclusions. She looks up from her book, pushing her glasses further up her nose. Standing in front of her is a Scythe with a light red robe, speckled with white. It seems like the spots are more shaped like flowers. She is a tad smaller than her, with shoulder-length chestnut hair.

She smiles. "Oh believe me, not just poetry. I bring a book with me everywhere I go. Today just turned out to be this one."

The Scythe smiles back, crossing her arms. The movement comes so naturally, she can already tell it's her signature stance.

"Well, it's been a while since I've seen someone actually read a physical book." "I like to keep things old fashioned, I guess."

She laughs, and it's a catchy sound. Her nose wrinkles at the sound, already liking it.

"I suppose that explains the glasses. Scythe O'Neill, right? Love your robe, I've never had the chance to tell you." "Well, I found that I should stay in the surf theme. A wave seemed fitting."

She looks down at her robe, still proud of her choice after all these years. She wasn't sure if she would go for Katsushika Hokusai, but had always been fascinated by surfing. So here we are.

"Well, I really do love it! Are there even other Scythes with the opposite gender as Patron Historic?" "Honestly? I have no clue. Maybe in another region, but I think I'm the only one here."

She looks around, scanning the room for someone she might recognise.

"Well, I guess you made history in our region then." The Scythe laughs again, and God, she loves it.

She smirks. "And you made history by arriving too late at your final test and still passing."

The other woman looks shocked, and she has to keep her mouth from falling wide open.

"Wait, you remember that time? It has been, like, ten years!" "Twelve, to be precise. And how could I not remember an appearance like you?", she grins.

She sets her hands on her hips, slightly leaning on her right leg.

"Oh yeah? Well, what was I wearing?"

She fakes thinking, then smiles: "Green sweatpants, a lavender top, with your hair in a messy bun. It appears you've had it shorter every year." She looks her up and down, and continues: "And looking at your body language, you don't even remember yourself."

"No, I- I remember! I really do... I think?" "Sure, sure, if you say so... Well, nice to properly meet you, Scythe Ringheim!"

She extends her hand, and Ringheim takes it. Her hands are soft as silk, and she gently lets her thumb linger a second longer. Is she going too far? No, it's just her personality: all flirty and stuff.