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The thought of sharing his space with someone, let alone his bed, usually made the boy stiffen and purse his lips in annoyance. But with Elle it felt natural. Even with her so close and the wall to his back he felt completely calm.

His hand moved up from her waist to find the source of the sound. One finger gently traced the loop and the bell before gnetly sliding down her cheek. "You are lovely, Elle, inside and out. And yes, even a blind man can tell that." There was a bit of humor in his soft voice as he lightly traced teh contours of her face.

"If you like. And when that one breaks or wears out there will always be more." Feeling the light press of her body to his he rested his arm around to her back. Letting her lay as closely as she wanted his forearm lay along her spine so that fingers could gently tangle in her long hair. "I do not know yet. For me it's enough that it will be written."

Her statement made the flicker-smile appear again for an instant. Gently, he pulled her closer, relishing the warmth of her pressed aginst his chest.

"What? No, I've never heard that nor thought of myself as such. Most people take one look and shy away, I have had no reason to think otherwise than there must be something about my appearance that sends them fleeing." His voice held no malice, only a simple statement of truth from experience. As each part was touched he relaxed further, letting his eyes close half way again. Rarely did he actually miss his sight. But just for a moment he would have liked to see Elle laying next to him.

"A vengeful angel?" He rolled the idea around on his tongue a bit and found it palateable. "I am no angel, Elle. Perhaps a Fallen if forced but definately nothing divine. Just another creation who happens to have a set of wings upon his back."

He listened as she spoke, finding no way to disbelieve her. Soon he felt an odd heat in his face, he had never actually blushed before and found himself startled that he felt warm without illness. The thought was gone soon enough when her hand tangled in his hair, drawing a soft sigh from his lips.

The heat in his face grew when she called him beautiful. He had no reason to believe it... other than her words. Not knowing what to say he found himself instead tracing the line of her mouth with his thumb. The skin was soft soft there and he found himself facinated by it. Out of respect he did nothing further than trace. Her entire face was mapped out in his mind to completion. The touch was simple affection bordering on a desire he didn't know how to approach, and so he didn't.

The boy's eyes closed in contentement just hearing her voice in the cool room. He hadn't expected her to catch his thumb but didn't startle. Once released the hand moved to rub her back, pulling her closer at the same time.

One wing moved under thje covers to wraped around her back, pressing soft feathers to exposed skin as he made sure to keep her warm. "I promise to be here. A dream would have be an idiot to try to leave such a lovely woven dream-catcher as you."

The last words were barely a sigh as his eyes closed and his hands fell limp and still. He had no worries about his dreams this night. Nightmares were cowardly things and the woman laying next to him was more than enough to chase them away. Feeling her breath stir against his skin he let sleep close around him completely and drifted off to peaceful slumber.

[Thanks hun, you too!]

The night passed peacefully. Draconayzia had probably returned and left again. She was never one to peek in unless she was needed.

Somehow they'd shifted during their sleep so that now Elle was laying partially over Lonan with the dark wings wrapped around her. He seemed content. One boon for him was that the chrystaline sunlight didn't affect his sleep in the least.

There was a look of rare peace on his face, scars obscured by the near blinding light coming from the window. The crimson streaks at the tip of his hair looked almost like strips of rubies in the early light. The house was chill but he didn't seem to notice nor care.

Lonan for that matter barely moved. He was quite content with Elle's slight warm weight on top of him.

The corners of his mouth twitched at the touch on his face, following it and leaning towards the gentle touch. The sign of waking was greatly deceiving. Though he usually woke easily enough and was awake in an instant something kept him from really waking up this time.

He rolled on his side to follow her, wings streatching in a way that didn't lift the blankets or suck cold air between the covers. Finding her side again he moved to pull her closer while letting his head rest at her neck. His eyes were still closed though lips aprted and gave some semblance of an answer. The sleepy words were too soft to carry beyond his lips. Apparently he was quite content to stay like this for a while, her warm breath stirring his hair as his brushed her neck. Snuggling closer to her his lips lightly brushed skin, cool and soft.

"Mmph. Come back here to make it a better morning? And what's this about you dreaming about me?" There was an odd humor in his voice and his lips teased the skin of her neck as he spoke. He was in no hurry to change that.

Feeling the streatch and the tremble of morning-stiff limbs he pulled back for a moment. Letting the blankets and covers fall from around his back and arched upwards, wings spreading and and quivering for a moment. With a few good flaps they folded down again as he pulled the blankets back up over himself. A few shed feathers fell on the coverletmaking spattering of glitter-black among the matte.

"That has to be some of the best sleep I've had. Are you a magician? Or perhaps very good at distraction?"

He murred softly, lips vibrating against the skin under his mouth. Even with a sleep fogged mind he could get the barest hint of autumn leaves, herbs, and perhaps insense or hearth fire coming from her. "Perhaps swap mornings then? If that's not too much trouble for you?"

He was surprised taht Elle would have bad dreams. She seemed to bright a person to have anything but good dreams. Still that was always an illusion. "I didn't know others had the same problem. I usually meditate before sleeping and try to blank my mind. It's a tricky way to sleep and something always creeps in. But as you said, being with you seemed to solve that."

A shiver ran through him as her voice hit his ear. "Perhaps." He turned his head slightly and pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth. The touch was barely there and shy and left the teen a bit colored in the face but he didn't regret doing it.