By the time they had finished relishing the different flavourings of their picnic, the sun was kissing the horizon and the sky was bleeding red. Scraps of food were left in their containers, some they weren't too eager about the taste of and others they simply couldn't finish as their stomachs were bulging full.

Of course, the red vines had been the first thing that Astra had finished, and surprisingly Seth's specially crafted sandwiches had been polished off as well. Although maybe that was just Astra trying to make sure he didn't feel bad about it, not that such an attempt would be a bad thing.

The main remnant of their picnic was the wine. The bottle was still as full as it had been from the start, their glasses only half empty at best as they had been mostly sipping them. Glancing at these glasses, Seth chuckled softly.

"I take it you're not much of a wine girl then?"

"No... I've only really been a fan of whiskey, and even then I rarely drink it. Only on special occasions, like this one."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time. After all, Like you said I owe you that Third First Date, don't I?"

"You certainly do~"

Seth clambered to his feet, turning on his heels to face Astra. He bowed dramatically and held out his hand towards Astra, as if he was a prince in a fairy tale asking the woman in the enchanted dress to dance before the clock struck midnight.

Astra gave him a soft smile, gently placing her hand in his, before taking his assistance to rise to her feet. Their hands stayed intertwined after that, resting in each other perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

Seth's stub waggled in the air, his sleeve having been rolled up earlier to avoid the embarrassment of it flopping around, as he conducted the items of the picnic like a conductor. He had to use the stub, as his only hand was busy and he wasn't going to stop its important work unless he had to.

The plates lifted themselves up, floating into the basket, followed by the cutley. The glasses wobbled, tipping out their contents, before following the rest of it into the basket. The only thing that remained out was the bottle of wine, which hovered in front of Seth.

With a soft sigh, he reluctantly let go of Astra's hand and grabbed hold of the bottle. Uncorking it with his teeth, he turned the bottle upside down and started to dump out its contents. He wasn't too fussed about wasting the wine.

He knew very little about wine, and had just grabbed a random one from a store that still stood. It was one of the few bottles that were left, since it had been kept in some fancy looking case, it served his purpose so he just took it instead of bothering to try and guess what was good.

It was from the 1800s or something anyways, so he probably made a mistake. They didn't drink much, and it was probably stale or something. Wine went off, right? Ah, what does it matter. He didn't even drink. It was mainly for Astra, so he didn't care in the slightest as he dumped the old grape juice onto the ground.

Whilst he was doing so, Astra slipped away and collected his arm from where she had tossed it. Soon, they were standing outside the protective fence of deadly, dangling fruits and were standing out in the open, underneath the bleeding dusk sky once more.

Seth summoned his spear, letting it hover horizontally in front of them.

"How about we get a relaxing view from above, watch the sunset? I'll fly us up, save you the pain."

Astra smiled softly, touching his cheek and looking deep into his eyes as she leaned close against him.

"I'd love that..." Her sentence drifted off, her caressing hand instead patting his cheek a few times before pushing him away, "But I'd rather not ride on that like some witch. It looks uncomfortable, and unsafe."

Seth's smile drooped slightly as he glanced towards the spear, thinking over her words. She wasn't exactly wrong... It was a thin shaft on the spear, because unsurprisingly the weapon wasn't made to be sat on and thus was indeed incredibly uncomfortable.

It's why he spent most of his time just hanging off of it and letting it drag him through the air, but even that had its issues. Mainly it hurt his shoulder a lot. Plus it meant if he wanted to fly, he had to give up his weapon.

Easy when he had lots around, but if he was in a dire situation and needed to fight and flee, it wasn't so good. But what else was there, it was the only weapon he had that was big enough to-

"Why not get yourself a surf board or something?"

"A surf... board..."

Seth blinked dumbly, slowly turning to Astra and staring at her blankly. She laughed softly at his expression, giving him a slight smirk as she stood with her hand on her hip.

"You didn't think of that, did you?"

"What? No... Of course I did it's just... a work in process. I definitely thought about it!"

He had not. He had somehow thought of surfing on a sword, before he thought of surfing on a flat surface of wood... or whatever it was surfboards were made of. Agh! He hadn't even thought of a skateboard! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

Stepping away from Astra, Seth stopped in front of a nearby tree and stared at it blankly for a few seconds, before bashing his head off of it once, twice and then a third time.

He heard her failing to hold in her laughter behind him. How to salvage this? Aha!

Seth's spear shot over to him, slotting itself into his outstretched hand before he swung it like a baseball bat. The steel body of the spear slammed into the base of the tree, before the wood exploded outwards in a hail of sap and splinters.

The tree croaked in pain, before tipping over and slamming into the ground. He gave the same treatment to the top of the tree, leaving him with a simple log, that he began hack at with the tip of his spear, carving and pulling it apart as Astra watched on curiously.

"Ta da!"

Stepping back, Seth waved his hand and presented her with his finished product. A log with a large 90 degree wedge cut out of it. More precisely, it was a wooden couch.

Taking her hand once more, Seth led Astra over to the couch and set down next to her, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulder, their fingers still interlocked, while she rested her head on his shoulder.

He connected his threads to the log, just like he did with his spear, and with a shudder it lifted into the air and drifted high into the bleeding sky.

It was a little difficult to control, considering he was technically driving it sideways, but he didn't complain or let it show on his face. He simply enjoyed the view, as they hung high in the sky, watching the sun disappear over the horizon. Their altitude gave them even more time to appreciate the event.

Something that happened every single day, yet could look so magical with the right company.

When the sun had fully retreated behind the horizon, and the stars were beginning to twinkle in the nights sky, Astra let out a contented sigh from beside him.

"This was nice. I can't wait to see how you top it with the Third First Date."

"Haha, Yeah me too."

"You know, I was half expecting that crazy pink haired woman to show up out of nowhere and try to stab me, again, for doing this with you. What was her name again? Biff? Griff? Ah, Tiff! That was it. Hey, maybe you should give me one of those rings, it looks like fun to shock her.

Well, I know it is. It's very fun to shock her and make her squirm, but that looks even more fun. Although, that collar did look pretty interesting. Maybe I should get one for myself inst-"

Astra glanced up at Seth as she spoke, only to see the frown deepening on his face as all the joy seemed to creep away and be replaced by something else. It didn't look like sadness, more like guilt.

"Is... something the matter?"

Although she didn't exactly want to ask that question, she knew she needed to. Even if the answer was going to be something unpleasant like-

"Yeah, I actually have something I have to tell you."

Like that. Exactly like that. Why did it have to be that?

Astra sat up straight, leaning away from Seth and turning her body to fully face him on the wooden couch. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, a dangerous look lingering behind them as her eyebrows creased, her mind already delving into the worst possibilities.

"Go on..."

Seth sighed softly, raising his head to look at her, which was a mistake as it only made him feel worse. But it needed to be said. No more secrets between them, that's what he said. He needed to be responsible for his actions.

"Tiff's not going to be coming back, she won't be bothering either of us again. She's dead. I killed her. I murdered her."