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Going to bed without her in his arms was always difficult for Elzo. It either took pure exhaustion, pills, pain, or dealing with his father to leave him unable to stay up for her to return. Tonight it had been work on Castor, the wall finished and the start of making the space inside the villa livable. Combined that on top of a mountain of paper work he'd been putting off, and Elzo had crashed and gone to sleep far quicker than he'd have liked. But the feeling of something, someone joining him in bed got a slow rise from him, senses slightly returning.

The waves of blue were what he saw first and he smiled. Daphne was home and- Then he felt the leather, the weight of her on top of him. This was not right. She never came home powered. It was an unspoken vow. Their apartment was their haven. Why would she- Then his eyes widened. Her hand on his chest, the look of a lust he knew his body couldn't sate. The blue glow of her form was outlined in the moonlight yet Castor saw more than her body, he saw pain. She craved him in a way that was haunted. The same look he'd seen on the faced of addicts who couldn't get a fix. Pain, sorrow, loss, agony. "Daphne." Her name was a whisper.

Arms reached out, pulling her down on top of him, pressing her powered body to his. "Daphne, its alright. I'm here Daphne. Amore. Amore. Mio Amore." Soft whispers and he ran his hands in her hair. "It hurts but it's okay, I'm here. I'm here for you." Blue eyes went back to the illuminated brown. "Come back to me Daphne."

He let the sigh of relief pass his lips when she powered down, the image of Daphne filling his vision. Arms wrapped around her, Elzo kept her close, enjoying the feeling of her soft weight on top of him, clothed in non-sleep wear or not. Even if her layers were and always would be his eternal foe. Her punch of the bed got his hand seeking, fingers inter lacing while he bent up nipping on her ear. "Hush, you think I'm upset?" He kissed his way down her neckm stopping when there was no more skin exposed.

"You've gone from addict to cold turkey. It's like....when I stopped having sex. wanted to. It would have been easy to get my if I had my way but I couldn't." He was smiling at her gently still at odd with just what she was addicted to..and what getting her fix meant. "I couldn't get my fix because all I could think about was you. You cured my addiction. Not some book, not some heavenly body, just you."

Then it came up again, the force that had gotten her addicted, her dealer. The ones who'd tried to turn her into a monster. The back of his gut wanted to rage, and find them and destroy them for what they had done, blame them for her pain. It was always them, never her. No, to Elzo it never would be her. In his eyes she was perfect, and any flaws she had only served to heighten her perfection. "Don't be sorry, never be sorry." Another kiss. "Do you want to talk about it or-"

He kind of regret offering because it was such a sore spot for them. But- Seeing her in pain hurt him more than he cared to admit.

Good, he wanted to hear her voice less somber and sullen. The more giggles and laughter from her the better. "Fair enough, another night..or day perhaps. I'd probably just end up getting drowsy and nodding off mid-fight. The office was backed up with paper work. I think Marlo is getting me back for dumping so much on his plate in such a short amount of time." Somewhere, Marlo felt his ears burning.

Another kiss, this one to the tip of her nose. "I went from one addiction to another. My addiction was...bad. But then you gave me the resolve to fight it. And for a while I was clean. 6 months sober. Then we ******** up." He grinned. "And we ********." He rolled her onto her back, this time placing him on top. "And I was addicted to something new. Something wonderful and strange. It was you. You became by addiction and drug. And look at me now." deep blue eyes were alight with mischief. "So what do ya say? You can feed my addiction and I'll feed your's?"

He pushed of the bed, getting to his feet. "Some cinnamon buns for some midnight cuddlings with the drug known as Daphne?" He chuckled looking at her. "Addiction doesn't go away, not really. Maybe you just need a new outlet is all. Just don't turn into one of those 48 hour no break WoW people. I'd wither and die from the lack of attention."

He laughed at her as he was pushed back onto the bed. "See, you might be a recovering addict, but in the end you pick what is better. You're not some monster Lina. You're you. Beautiful, flawed, perfect. The past-" The past was full of pain and hurt, for the both of them. "Is just that. Past. We can't ignore it but the hell if I let it ruin what we have, what we fought and nearly died for." He propped himself on his elbows just to wtach her change. He didn't watch her with lust but instead with tenderness. She had scars on her skin from the trails she'd faced and survived. Some were deeper than that. Some he knew were in her heart. It was those scars he wanted to heal.

"I will give you a million cinnamon buns before a starseed. And if I must give you a starseed it would be my own. I don't want to see you fall to the darkness. I'd have to be dead before I'd let that happen." If she fell, he'd fall with her, one way or the other.

Her kiss made him smile. She was perfect to him, flaws and all. "Then on the rare event I ran into you I ******** that up. Giving you flowers, asking you to dance, luring you to clubs to seduce you. Do you know how much I wanted to push you up against the wall and just kiss you?" He did want to do it. Each time that they were alone he'd wanted to. "Lets get you some food and then we can talk Videogames. Computery things." He had no idea about the other games, she'd been the computer lover, not him. "Maybe we can get you that one game Aeon. Aon. Ion? ******** I dunno."

Getting out of bed, Elzo shuffled over to the freezer, pulling out a cinnimon roll and stuck it on a plate, yawning. He was tired but not hungry. "You need a new outlet, sticking you in this place all day with nothing to do isn't healthy." The microwave buzzed as the bun cooked. Elzo just halfway lwaning on the counter, half debating saying ******** it and dragging her to bed.

He could cuddle in bed.

She was calming down, relaxing and it was just what he wanted. Daphne upset was something that would always weaken him and make him worry. He'd lost her once, and that was more than enough. The starseed comment had him smirking. "I can bring out one type of crystal." The Castorian crystal would drag out all the youma in the city sure but he had a hunch about what it would do. It wouldn't fuss, not with Daphne around. It was a part of him, and even if his crystal might lash back at him, he didn't think the crystal would bring her harm, more then likely it would protect her.

She was precious to him, Elzo could only guess his powers if they acted on their own would act for her benefit. He refused to think he could do her harm with the magic of his world. It was her arrival that had brought spring's return after all. "But that is for another night." A night with less cravings, less jumbled emotions and thoughts.

"Oh fine then." A huff, "eat out here. But we need some rest." His hand ran down her hair. "You and I both have work tomorrow, and when you get home tomorrow I expect you to smell like chocolate." His smiled turned wolfish. "But I know you'll taste even sweeter."