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Kind of a follow-up to chapter 7

At this point, Neinhart decided with a impatient glance at his watch, he was stood up and should head home. It was way past 4 pm and if he hadn’t shown up yet, he probably wouldn’t at all. With a final inspection of both sides of the street, Neinhart turned on heels to head inside - a beer sounded good just about now. 

“Wait!” An all familiar voice gasped out from behind him. 

Neinhart halted mid-step, “Serena?”

Serena brushed his messy hair from his eyes. His breath came out in quick huffs and his clothing patched with sweat. 

“You’re late.” Neinhart said, “And you look like you ran a marathon what happened.” 

Serena gave a sheepish grin, “Well I did run 20 blocks.” 

“You ran 20 blocks? Just the other day you were bragging about the new Ferrari you purchased. Where is it?” 

Blush dusted Serena’s already red cheeks, “Well…you see…I kind of locked my keys in the car.”

His date blinked several times as Serena twiddled his fingers, looking rather interested in the faded road signs. Suddenly, Neinhart burst into laughter. 

“You. Locked yourself. Out of your car. So you ran 20 blocks. From your house. Just to barely make your date. How utterly ridicules.”

Serena cocked an eyebrow, “Ridicules?”

Thank you for the cover @lalaspider you won’t believe how much I appreciate/love it!! Here is the fanfic poem as pay:

            GodHart: Trouble with women

    It was a common occurrence for them to meet this way - one heartbroken, the other alone.

   One of them would be the first to come, tearing at flower petals from the bouquet that was thrown at him. The other would approach, shuffling their feet kicking up dirt or whatever covered the roofs that night. 

   The first would eventually drop the wilted flowers, usually ruby red roses or soft pink peonies just about to bloom. The other would take that as permission to approach, sitting down besides him in complete silence. 

  Not a single word would pass between them, each already knowing the other’s misfortune. One who’s hopes and dreams travel far beyond reality - he is in love with the idea of love and would gladly give it out to anyone who wants it. The other is more materialistic - he spends one night in passion only to be abandoned at the break of dawn. 

  They sit side by side till the sun sets, a light breeze occasionally tossing their light colored hair. 

Sorry for the wait.

Waking up was like resurfacing from the depths of a lake. Everything seemed dark, muted - and then all at once, light and sound burst out all around him, startling him into full wakefulness.

   Neinhart glanced around to find himself in an unfamiliar room full of strange, foreign-looking objects and framed photos. Next to the bed, Serena seemed to be dozing off in a wooden chair. Was this his room?

   “Serena?”

   With a startled snort, Serena snapped awake. “…Neinhart! You’re up!”

   “That I am.” Neinhart took in the room again. “What happened, exactly?”

   Serena stood up and stretched. “You fainted straight into my arms.” Smirking, he struck a pose. “If you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes, you know.”

   “I fainted? May I ask why?”

   “I’m not sure.” Serena stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Maybe it had something to do with you wearing that armour of yours in more than thirty degrees Celsius?”

   “…Oh.” Everything was coming back to him now: he and Serena had left the palace to go shopping, but it had been much warmer than usual. Needless to say, he had ended up severely regretting his decision to wear armour. “Where’s my armour now? I don’t see it in here.”

   “Oh…” Serena scratched the back of his neck. “I may have taken it off of you after you fainted. Don’t worry, though, I left it in a safe place.”

   Neinhart stared at him, fighting against his growing panic. “Where did you leave it?”

   “In the bushes outside the market.”

   Cursing uncharacteristically, Neinhart leapt out of the bed, nearly knocking Serena over. “We have to find it before someone else does!” He strode toward the door - then he turned around, grabbed the back of Serena’s coat, and dragged him through the doorway. “You did this. You’re helping me find it.”

I feel so tired these few days and only Godhart (God Serena x Neinhart) can save me >_____<

this is my future headcanon/au 

Neinhart’s left arm gives him great pain and is hard to control (his magic origin got mostly destroyed and the magic power left all moved to his left arm). God Serena was saved by August but lost his memory (he will recover small bits as time passes) and due to an incident (of course related to Neinhart~) he decides to seek for a teacher to teach him magic to protect people. He later becomes a nature dragon slayer (with lacrima) and studies under Warrod (he decides to not tell God Serena the past).