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Briar

The only thing running through Briar's head was a string of profanity that would surprise even the devil himself as Death stepped out of the shadows. She could see the hurt in his glowing orange eyes and actually felt bad for being in the position she was currently in.

She jumped down from War's arms, suddenly embarrassed. Dust came out of nowhere and landed on her shoulder. She smiled as the crow rubbed his head against her cheek. At least one good thing came out of this.

"Brother, what are you doing here?" the younger Horseman growled out.

"I came to speak with the demon."

"Again, I have a name." She interrupted, but neither of them was listening to her. "War, I left something back at the cave, can you go get it for me while I talk to Death?"

He glared at the older Horseman before giving the she demon a nod.

"Goody, it's a little flower hair clip. It's very dear to me and I usually never leave without it but I was a bit… distracted this morning. It should still be in my shorts pocket from yesterday."

War headed back to the cave, leaving the eldest Horseman and demon alone.

"Distracted or not, you do not seem like the time to leave something precious behind."

"You're right, I'm not. And I didn't. The one I sent him after is just one I use to keep the hair out of my face sometimes, it's nothing special."

"It won't take him long to find it."

"You saw that place, unless he remember exactly which shorts I was wearing and which pile I threw them in, it'll take him a while. I doubt you're here to discuss a hair clip so what do you really want?"

"…Why is it War?"

"What, do you want to go get the clip?"

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"I know many things but not all, elaborate for me would you?" This was Briar's little revenge for what he said to her at his home.

"Why do you choose War over me?"

"Mmmm, I wonder…" she said, watching the path the younger Horseman had taken. Truthfully, she didn't really know. There was just something about the Red Rider that she lo-… no, she wouldn't go that far… yet. There was something about him that she liked. Maybe it was how honorable he was, how protective, how grounded, how… opposite of her.

"You're smiling." The Reaper interrupted her thoughts.

She hadn't realized she was until he pointed it out.

"You're thinking about my brother."

"Is there something wrong with that?"

Without noticing it, the Horseman had steadily gotten closer to the distracted she demon.

"I'd rather you not while I am here."

She shrugged, "Nothing I can do about it. Tell your brother to get out of my head."

"He won't listen, he's always been stubborn." Death removed his mask and still the demon didn't even glance his way.

Briar chuckled, "I know." Suddenly, she felt an arm being wrapped around her waist and being tugged towards the Horseman until their bodies were pressed up against each other. "Death, what are you doing?"

"There is nothing I can do to be on your mind instead of my brother?"

"Nothing." Was her simple reply.

"Nothing… not even this?" He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a gentle kiss that stole Briar's breath away, whether she wanted it to or not.

It was still wrong. It still wasn't War.

She pushed Death away. "Nothing." She repeated, looking him in the eyes.

The Horseman sighed. Letting her go, he returned his mask to its place and turned back the way he came. "Take care of my little brother."

He sounded so dejected that Briar felt bad for the way things turned out. Nothing she could do about it though.

"I will, though I hardly doubt he needs it."

Before the Horseman left, he handed the she demon a folded up piece of parchment, "This is from your brother. He asked me to deliver it for him."

She took the letter from him, "Thank you, and goodbye."

The feared Reaper left, defeated in his own way.

Briar unfolded the parchment and read:

Dear B,

Briar rolled her eyes, at least he didn't write her whole name.

Sorry I can't give you the good news in person but it seems you've changed your future. I can no longer see your death at the Kinslayer's hands. How did you do it?

She had completely forgotten about her brother's prediction.

Nevermind. What troubles me now is that I can't see anything in your future.

This wasn't good. He not being able to see anything from her future meant that something, or someone, had to be blocking him. But for what reason?

I hope this letter finds you well,

Your brother

Briar folded the letter back up and stuffed it into her pocket. She stood thinking for a moment before deciding to go after War, "Might as well go see what's taking him so long."

She started on her way, humming a wordless song, but didn't get very far before she started hearing something very out of place. Suddenly worried, she raced towards the sounds to see War fighting against a legion of demons. He looked as if he was doing alright by himself so she stood at the sidelines and cheered him on.

"Go War! You got this! Don't let those cowardly bastards beat you!"

"You could help!" he shouted back, cleaving a Minion in two.

"I could, but you look like you're doing okay for yourself so I won't."

The Horseman growled at her response but continued the fight solo.

The she demon sat back on the grass to enjoy the show. She had always liked watching him fight, though she would never admit this, especially to him.

She didn't get to watch for long, however. Once the other demons caught sight the relaxing she demon, they attacked her.

She took to the air to avoid them, "Hey! Why are you attacking me?!"

"You're with the Horseman!" one of them snarled.

"Well, I wouldn't say 'with'… we're friends through a friend."

This seemed to confuse the small minded Phantom Guard so Briar amended her statement.

"Yes, you bumbling imbecile, I am with the Horseman."

This, he understood, including the insult, and roared at the out of reach she demon.

"Na na nana na, you can't get me!" she taunted him. She spotted a couple of Duskwings headed her way, "But they can."

She dodged around them to land behind War so they were back to back. She drew her twin blades, ready to fight to the death. The demons' death, that is.

"I think I'll join the party now."

"You could have done so earlier." War grunted, blocking a Phantom Guard's attack and parrying it.

"Could have, but didn't."

"And why not?"

She parted a demon's head from its body and gave him a sly smile, "I have my reasons."

War would have to take this as answer enough as Briar jumped headfirst into the throng of demons and refused to give him any other answer.

Working together, it didn't take them long to deal with the horde.

Briar landed in front of the waiting Horseman after coming back from chasing a few runaways, "That's the most fun I've had since the arena."

"Your clip…" War said, sounding disappointed that he had failed in getting it.

For a moment, the she demon forgot what he was talking about, "My wha-… Oh! Don't worry about it, I've got something more precious now."

This got his attention, "What is it?"

"Who knows…?"

"What did Death want?"

Briar was caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, "Oh, he, uh… just wanted to talk."

War narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "That is all?"

She smiled, "That is all."

"That does not seem like Death."

Partially to get him off her back and partially because she felt bad for her kiss with Death, Briar somehow managed to tackle War to the ground. She laid on his broad chest, playing with the tattered ends of his cloak, "Let's just forget about him for now, can we?"

"…Have you been drinking again?"

Offended by his question, she sat up, "Why do you always assume I'm drunk?"

"You are not acting like yourself."

"What, a girl can't try and be a little flirty sometimes? Besides, I quit this morning."

"This morning?"

"Well, you need to be either drunk, stupid, cocky, or any combination of the three to go six rounds in the arena."

"Which were you?"

"Drunk and cocky."

"And now?"

"Just cocky."

"Good." Sitting up, War wrapped his arms around the she demon and pressed his lips to hers.

Don't want to do anything either of us will regret, huh? She thought, Even if I was drunk, I wouldn't regret this.

The Horseman trailed down the she demon's neck alternating from kissing to biting the soft flesh until he came to her collarbone. Her shirt prevented him from going any further and he briefly considered removing it for her but thinking about the last time he did that, he decided against it.

Meanwhile, Briar could barely think. "Not here… too open… cave." She said between kisses. She felt herself being lifted up and carried as War stumbled back to the cave. Luckily it wasn't that far away.

Inside, they fell to the ground with War pinning Briar to the ground, not that she had a problem with that.

"Damned armor." She mumbled, unable to find any cracks in War's.

Hearing her, the Horseman got up and began to remove his armor until he was left in only his pants. Following his example, the she demon drew her own shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. They resumed their earlier activity.

Briar felt War tug at her bra strap and she giggled into their kiss, "You're a beast."

He growled as if to prove her point.

"Fine, fine, I get it." She said reaching behind her to undo the clasps then throwing it to join her shirt. He then began pulling at her shorts and somehow managed to undo her belt and soon shorts, weapons and… unmentionables were thrown with her other clothing.

War stared down at the bare, breathless, and blushing she demon, "Beautiful."

She looked away from the glowing gaze, "Shut up… You're not supposed to say stuff like that."

"Why not?"

"Because… you're tough, honorable, un-cuddly War who always has a frown on his face, never laughs, and never shows his emotions besides anger, calm, and more anger. Oh, and surprise."

"What is wrong with saying what is true?"

"Because you're… impossible." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she dragged him back down for another kiss, and another, and another until…

Dear readers, please forgive me for cutting off like this but I simply cannot do this anymore (this scene, not the story since the story is already finished) as I am about to suffocate from my face being in a pillow (don't ask how I'm typing this at the same time). If thou are not happy with some outcomes, blame my brother for the character choices (though he did it unknowingly), my innocence for the cut off (it's already been ruined but not to that point), and a certain cupcake threat if you were rooting for Death (though I don't know why, it says this is War and Briar's story in the summery). Also, I like my cupcakes with the average amount of salt… and chocolate frosting… in case anybody's wondering. Butternut! :D