I will not Forsake you.

Authors note: Warning, kinda short, but cute. Okay, I marked it PWP, but this is part of the larger plot. How she ends up with Eroth. So it's sorta PWP and sorta not.

Eroth sighed as he looked out at the sunset over the sea from the docks of Booty Bay. It was truly breath taking. A beetle crawled out of his eye socket and over his cheek. He grabbed it and ate it, crunching loudly on its exoskeleton.
A groan of disgust came from beside him. “Erot’, dat be disguistin’!” Came the thick troll accent.
“Eroth.” He corrected for the hundredth time.
“Dat be what I say.” Marri grumbled, tired of being corrected when she knew she was saying it right. “Ya need ta clean out ya ears. Likely got worm in dere.”
“Likely.” Eroth said with a smirked at his lovely companion. “But you still can’t say my name right. A year of us being together, and you still can’t say my name.”
“I say ya name just fine.” She said. “Ya just need ya damned ear cleaned out.”
He laughed. “You’re beautiful, you know that?” He said.
Marri blushed, and Eroth knew he’d won the argument. “Don’t be changin’ da subject.” She said.
“But I like that subject.” Eroth said, pulling her against him and nipping at her ear. She melted against him.
“Just don’t be t’inkin’ ya be kissin’ me after eatin’ dat t’ing.” Marri said.
“You wouldn’t stop me if I did.” He said.
“Da ‘ell I won...” She was cut off by her lips being captured by her undead lover.
Eroth slid his tongue into her mouth, proving his point. He pushed her onto her back and leaned over her, never breaking the kiss. He was prized with her arms wrapping around him. The pair made out on the docks as daylight faded, much to the disgust of passers by.
Eroth couldn’t remember being so happy. It had only been a year, but it seemed like a lifetime ago when he finally claimed his love as his own.
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