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Lonan couldn't help but wonder a bit at what she was doing with the slowed movements. He was hardly complaining, just mildly curious. Useless eyes moved slightly, as though searching before falling still again. The skill of her hands had to be natural, practice would never let a touch be that caring.

The words she spoke brought a touch of comfort and some of the wieght seemed to lift from his shoulders. "If you would do this everyday I would already see myself snared in your net and content with things. And I would stay by that light you give, a simple Night to your warm Twilight."

The pale eyes widened for a moment, not expecting the contact. The lids lowered again when he realized her face was so close to his. The walls he'd erected around himself, mind and soul, were coming down bit by bit under her careful deconstruction. He could let her in and she wouldn't betray him. He didn't care how he knew. One pale hand moved to rest over her's on his shoulder. "Chance given."

Lona's face seemed to crack a bit, slowly showing the first smile of his young life. It was small, barely there, but it was a smile. Like a butterfly it was gone in an instant but it left a small remnant in the palid glow that suffused his face.

He shivered as he felt her hands on his back again. It felt natural and right in some odd twist. Feeling the hand slip away he raised one of his own, following her arm up to the singular feather. It took a moment for him to realize what she was asking. he hadn't felt a thing. "No. I didn't feel it at all. I molt year-round like an eagle. It would take quite a bit of pulling for you to loose any feathers that were meant to stay. Do not worry. You are too gentle a soul for your net to be made of anything but finest spider-silk."

He felt her move his hand to her cheek. The skin was so soft and warm under his scarred knuckles, dampering the feeling slightly. Still, he commited the feel to memory, the texture and how her voice made the skin vibrate oh so softly with the rich tone. "There is a balance of light and dark in everything that draws breath. Your admitance to such only proves that you have a mind willing to acknowledge this and heart that cares enough to not want to harm others. It does not sadden me, Elle. Rather it makes you glow all the more in my mind for your honesty."

His heart felt curiously light, realizing that at the very least he had found someone who could truely understand him. Perhaps more. The stroke down his wing banished thought as a low contented murr rumbled up from his throat. He let his eyes close again, content to let Elle lead in whatever she desired. Her company alone was enough to grant him peace like he'd never known.

"Truth. One of the rarest and most precious things. I trust you with that." Lonan felt as though his heart moved higher in his chest when Elle touched her lips to his hand.

Whether it was a second or an hour that had passed he couldn't tell. His breath was a bit heavy as she moved against him, eyes half lidded with the light of the moon flickering in through the bare tree branches.

"That is true. And I preceive too much light in you for the darkness to ever take you. Perhaps win once in a while over temperment, but it does that to all. I will never despair of you for being who and what you are." He murred again at her hands through his feathers. Cautiously his arms moved to settle around her waist in a loop. It could be shrugged off in a moment should she choose. He hadn't realized in his relaxation how close his face was to her's.

The light brush of fingers over skin was wonderful, relaxing and calming in it's sincerity. One the wings were done he moved them to lightly wrap around them both, gently pulling Elle to sit comfortably in his lap. Feeling her head on his shoulder he leaned back against the wall and sighed contentedly.

"How is it that you know to tend wings so well? And I'd be careful with that offer, one might think you're trying to turn me into an addict. Though it's likely you've already done that." He hardly noticed the slip moving, not feeling the slightly bunch of fabric through the flannel of his own pants. The full bed was comfortable, eith generous enough room for two should they choose.

"Endless questions? Then my mind with stay forever keen and sharp with the continued whetting." He had to think over her question, looking for the honest answer within himself. "I remember. That is my main prose, memory. I have kept track of many things, safely locked away in here..." A single finger tapped his temple. "...and stored away for recall when needed. I am still looking for someone who can write them for me some time. Someone who will not be afraid of what I have to tell and can write in the native language. Anything I would try to write would be pointless."

The corners of his mouth twitched again, trying to smile but not quite making it. The intent was there though, and should be obvious. "As a moth I'd gladly follow your dancing flame."

Feeling her hand against his cheek he turned towards the touch, savoring it before it feld again. His hair was still slightly damp from his earlier shower. "I cannot write. Anything I put down would be meaningless. I cannot feel the letters, cannot produce a coherently written sentence because I cannot write for those who use vision to read. Braille I can type when I have to, though it is tedious. I would ask you to write, but I don't want to burden you with cursed memories."

His face turned towards her's again as she moved him palm to her stomach. He could feel the faintly shifting muscles under his palm and through the fabric. "I have only known you for a few hours, but it feels so much longer. And I regret not finding you sooner." Pale arms gently pulled her closer as wings snugged around her back. The feathers were softer now and smelled of the wood-essence of the oil. Comforting and light around them both.

"I can forego sleep if needed. And it will be worth the drowsing the enxt day." As her hand moved over the back of his the pale fingers flexed slightly in reaction. Just a simple movement.

The dark boy wasn't quite sure what to do with this sense of peace that rolled through him. It was so alien but so familiar all at once. No one else had become this close to him before. Not Drac or Devi or any of the others and he'd known them longer. But her presence, it was just... filling somehow.

"Perhaps is has. It would not surprise me too much. Though I doubt you played any villanous part, though perhaps a distress... If you are willing, then I accept. A bit at a time, slow and steady to make sure no details are left untold." Feeling her relax he moved, still holding her in his arms as he stood. The wings flicked breifly, pulling back the covers before he settled them both back into the warm sheets.

The comforter was pulled up, warm from them both sitting on it so long before clmbing in. His back was to the wall edge, wings tucked comfortably against his back. One hand cradled his head as the other rested on the curve of her waist. The slow even breaths showed just how comofrtable he was with her by him. The world could end and he probably wouldn't twitch a feather.