Oh Drusilla. He'd forgotten the way she made everything exciting. A hundred years together and never once did she ever leave him bored. So unpredictable. It was like making love to a hurricane. Abandoning any sort of reservations, he eagerly began to close the distance. The two of them didn't need supernatural eyes to see one another. More than half the moon remained, illuminating the couple by the lake and reflecting off the water. And there were the stars. The ones he didn't yet know were false.

He places a hand to her cheek. Just like he used to.

"I've seen the end of the world, pet. Not as impressive as it's made out to be."