The next few weeks proceeded much as they had before, despite the recent revelations. Nothing greatly changed and routines remained much the same. For Skri'jal, this was a good thing. It meant they wouldn't pester him about trivial things. But despite the much appreciated lack of attention, He still had things to do. So he sat in his room in the cellar, contemplating everything that happened so far. Currently, he and Lerisha fell off the map, a miasma started stalking him, he had gone on the bar none worst vacation of his life, he had to save Lerisha from a rotting flesh pile of a demon, Lerisha took down said demon's brother, And they both were tied together in a crazy prophecy. Suddenly he heard someone knocking at his door. He got up with a groan and walked to the cellar door. He opened it and found Lerisha standing there.
"Hey, Skri-wee." Lerisha said.
"You need something?" Skri'jal said.
"What? I can't stop by and talk?" Lerisha complained playfully.
"If You are going to ask what I think you're going to ask, the answer is the same as the last four hundred times; No."
"You'll come around eventually." Lerisha said.
"I Intend to save my virginity for some one who I will actually settle down and have a family with. Knowing you, You want neither of those commitments." Skri'jal reasoned. "Now, is that the only thing you came here to ask?" Skri'jal inquired.
"Well... Um..." Lerisha began as she started to scratch the back of her head and fidget nervously. Skri'jal had only seen her behave like this once. When they first met.
"Say what you're gonna say, I'll listen before I judge." Skri'jal said. Instantly, Lerisha kissed him on the lips for a few seconds before breaking it And covering her mouth in shock. She was slightly mortified that her feelings got the best of her for a moment.
"Uh... I'm just going to lay down and forget this happened." Skri'jal said.
"Yeah, lets pretend this never happened." Lerisha agreed, and Skri'jal closed the door.
"Whisky Hotel Alpha Tango Tango Hotel Echo Alpha Charlie Tango Uniform Alpha Lima Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo?" Skri'jal said in a bout of confusion trying to comprehend what exactly just happened at that moment.

The following morning

Skri'jal woke up and began his daily routine of personal hygiene, hunting, and working on the farm. Despite the fact they had been told he was a demon, the mane six didn't seem to have flipped out as badly as he initially predicted when Celestia first told them all about that madman prophecy. Nothing really changed for him and Lerisha, save the six ponies they hung out with now respected/feared them. After what Lerisha did the prior day, he chose to ignore thinking about it. Probably just a convoluted, cockamamie, and all out crazy attempt to get into his pants. But something was different about her kiss, he couldn't place his finger on it. He filed the thought away for later debate. For now, he need only work. His head hit the tree as it would for the rest of the day. After The day's harvest, he inspected his new sword while internally debating what happened with Lerisha yesterday. It was unorthodox. The blade, rather than pointing straight up, pointed outward. The hilt was lodged in the hollow of the blade becoming more of a handle than a hilt. the blade had a semicircular hollow and tapered slightly to a point, the tapering beginning a few centimeters from the hollow. The tapering part of the blade started out the same length as the hilt and was free of any angles or serrations beyond where the two blades became one. The sword's blade was an impressive three and a half feet collectively. it suited his armor well. But this impressive feet of blacksmith did little to help his internal debate, which probably looked like a drunken brawl by now.
"This is how paranoia is born." Skri'jal said as he figured he'd probably have to stalk Lerisha to figure out if her words were true or not. He was not about to use ghost order tricks, he was trying to find the truth, not make her paranoid. He would keep tabs on her definitely. But what made her kiss different? He recalled the incident and pondered. Perhaps there was more than just lust in it. That was odd behavior for her at that moment. But could her words have been true? He would see eventually. Meanwhile Lerisha feared the worst. Skri'jal probably hated her or thought it was a half-baked attempt to get into his pants. She couldn't bare the stress of not knowing. The fear of being less than nothing to Skri'jal was more than painful to her heart. But yet, there was a sliver of hope. She decided to go to sleep. She would hopefully find out in the morning. She cuddled up with a pillow and fell asleep. She hoped with all her heart he wasn't angry with her because of that. She could only hope for now. But tomorrow was a brand new day. She could only hope this wasn't going to be a crash-and-burn relationship, if it did take off. But for now, All she had was a small sliver of hope to keep her going. It was this sliver that she held onto as if for dear life.

Author's Note

Threw you fuckwads in for a loop didn't I? Remember, contest's still on. Post a comment with a link to you're fanart.