<br/><br/>"You'll never save her human..."<br/><br/>The words echoed in his head as he sat there.  Everything was dark around him so he couldn't see her, yet he could hear the rhythmic breathing of the fae as she slept.  They had known each other for so long, dating back to college when they first met and he couldn't help but make a fool of himself infront of her continously.  Yet time after time April had chosen him.  He wasn't always sure what he brought to the table in regards to their relationship.  She was the glue that held them, no, held him together.  There was something about the fairy that calmed him to his core even when the fights in the ring had him shaken.  Yet this nightmare, the reoccurring curse of a dream where he always lost her... was that it? Was he afraid of failing her like he failed so long ago? Was he afraid of losing her?<br/><br/>A slight cough from the tents other occupant, an elven woman who had most definitely "slept" with them the night before, coughed and rolled over.  The sound brought him back as he looked over to see the two forms cuddling close together.  The thoughts of last night's activities brought a smirk to his face.  It was still early, almost to early, but with the nightmare still fresh he couldn't sleep.  So with as little noise as a large mass of a man could muster, he slipped his nude form from the tent with his clothing in hand.  Quickly dressing he stretched then winced slightly in pain and grabbed his side.  Only a week ago he was in an mma match against a rather large and unruly dragonborn.  For the fact of it the dragonborn should have been disqualified for having almost iron like armored skin.  It was a close fight, one that cost Auggie a few broken ribs, yet he was triumphant in the end with an electric charged upper cut.<br/><br/>The physical outcome of the fight, bruises and all, had caused one hell of a fight between him and April.  She hated seeing him near to death on a constant basis.  Yet most of the time the fights ended with her asking what he had to prove and him asking himself mentally the same questions.  Truthfully, what was he fighting for? What did he need to prove? This list fight between them was different though. Before she could lay into him about his broken ribs he had handed her tickets.  Tickets to this very event, something he knew she wanted to do and the list of bands of which she wanted to see.<br/><br/>Honestly though, he had another reason for bringing her here.<br/><br/>Looking through the sea of make shift tents he found the quickest route to the main path leading up the hillside. He needed to find the highest spot with a view.  Wading through said sea of tents he could see some still going at it from the drug endured orgies the night before. Another smirk crested his lips as he remembered how loud April had been. Reaching the main path he jogged upward lightly. A good early morning cardio wouldn't hurt.  Though the physical activity did cause his side to ache, he pushed through it as he crested the hill.  He slipped left off the path and into a small cropping of trees that rose higher yet.  After almost ten minuets of walking now, he reached a flat open spot over looking the valley that the concert event was located.  Off in the distance he could see feeble rays of sunshine breaking the clouds over the concert venue.  Behind him the sky was still dark, over looking an expanse of forest.<br/><br/>Looking over the forest he nodded his approval as he dug his fingers into his right pocket.  Producing a silvered ring, decorated with tiny translucent diamonds, he held it up.  "This will be perfect, she deserves perfect," he spoke as he gulped a nervousness setting over him.  August had it planned out. They would see her favorite bands playing for the day. Do everything and everyone she wanted to do.  Then as evening fell, and the sunset over the forest.  He wold ask her the question of all questions.  It was going to be perfect, he knew it would be.<br/><br/>