Herosae Kitsune: Chapter 10 - Home

Whispering footsteps echoed down the deadened hall. Each step billowing up the guilty excitement within her and deepening the trot along cold tread streets. Everyone was busy, their homes vacant apart from a child's cries. Pouring into her, the long stretch slit the thought of her wasted effort. Hesitating at it's ends, Sarephel knocked, each following tap rand louder, stopping at her fourth. Lasting only a moment, the door swung open and like a lost puppy, Aera came dashing out.

Her head rested inside Sarephel's arm, nuzzling it's way deeper, merging with her. Tenderly, Sarephel's heart reached out of her, the a cold fading retreat in her lover's sorrow. Wet, cold ghostly cheeks stripped the heat from Sarephel's side, though Aera's back burned with a clinging moist warmth. They stood petrified, each instance setting in, Sarephel still formally dressed for war. Sarephel felt the frantic force of her lover dragging her in, as Aera lifted off of her. The door flying closed behind them.

Poorly lying, Aera looked to Sarephel, greeting her in casually “What happened? Where wer...” Before faltering into tears. Sarephel opened her arms to console but Aera already dug herself in again without notice. Moans of mumbling grovels rumbled it's mucousy tears from the cloth bosom filter pressed against Aera's weeping mouth. Inaudible and shaken, “I was so scared.” Aera pulled off to enunciate. “What happened to you when the signal cut?”

Four finger ran along the roots, just under the surface of Aera's hair, as Sarephel consoled the tragedy. “It's alright, I'm here now.” Aera stepping away, her composure still ragged and shaky.

“I see that...” Her voice chimed still clogged and clenching from the rain. “ I like the flowers you just left on my doorstep earlier... I didn't sleep last night.” Dragging the blanket slowly off the couch, her sombre monotone was the only clear way past the dams of her stuffy nose.

“I didn't mean to do that to you.”

Aera nodded, convincing herself. “I probably wouldn't have slept anyway, knowing where you were.” Seating herself and Sarephel followed. “What happened though? The last thing we saw was a monster and everything went blotchy... Until...”

Bitter sweet, Sarephel licked away her love's tears from the sanguine jam coloured cheeks, colour starting to flow back everywhere else. “It's been a long day, but my Sister has had my back for a while.”

“Ung?” Aera questioned, groggily. “Where was she at?”

“Funny story, really...” Sarephel admitted, smiling for Aera's sake. “One screw up lead me right to her actually. Wince then we've been spending a fair bit of time together lately, I haven't got to bond with her like this since we were still kids.”

The evening died down with the solemn rejoining and caress of laying aside on the couch. Their voices calmed and mellow, discussing the time apart. “So I

She felt it, in the quiet like a floating bag, a prelude of discomfort. “You know what we ought to do...” Sarephel suggested, chasing it. “Teach me to cook.”

For an instant, Aera almost believed her. “But you know how to cook. I've seen you.”

“Not well, not like you.” Her stomach growled “I'm hungry.”

“Augh!” Aera sighed. “Is that what this is about.”

“I figured we could do something” Sarephel enticed. “Other than dwell on today, aaand probably teach me something, while feeding me in the same process.”

“You just want to eat, don't you.”

“I didn't even eat before I spoke with daddy. I got distracted buying you those flowers and I forgot.”

“I haven't even eaten at all today... Fine, what do you want to make?”

“You choose.”

“And now” Peeling herself away “you're going to make me work?” Aera teased, groaning as she arose. Stiffly Aera's legs stumbled back into motion, the dim kitchen lit brightly blinding the adjacent rooms and Sarephel wandering in behind. Opening the pantry wide, food was in great abundance. Stacked neatly, near every fruit or vegetable imaginable, canned in you-name-it syrups sauces and brines. Noodles, pastas, as long or curly and some as unfathomably unconventional as alien hardware. Flours, flours, every variety, many of which Sarephel never knew existed. Every spice she ever tasted hung by the shelving with care, with more along the stove side wracks. Bagged along the floor laid root crops. Soup stocks, powdered or by carton, a vase entourage of candidates. Without a doubt, there was enough possibilities here to end well past their illustriousness life span. “Ehh...” Aera mumbled, one eye still open, squinting in the light. “I could make tattchin, I guess...” Unenthusastically, blood filling back up to her head as she stretched, humming with the movement.

“Sure.” Sarephel decided, reaching in from behind, peering over Aera's shoulders as her girlfriend withdrew the recipe. Her head fell back onto Sarephel, as Aera moved onto the fridge, loving on the go. The door opened with another bright beam. Aera grabbed another item or two and once Sarephel could see into it, another fresh stock of everything closed in front of her.

“You got enough stuff?” Sarephel complained in awestruck bewilderment. “You could feed half a floor with that.”

Guiltily Aera returned “I hate to waste food, but there is just so much I wanted to try that I could never get my hands on without going out of my way to come up here. When me and Halana went shopping, I just saw so many things, I couldn't help myself. I don't know where she puts it, but at least Halana can eat the amount of two people.”

Taking a moment retract off Aera's neck, “Which makes useful when you skip meals because of me.” Sarephel admitted, pressing her lips down again, resting her top teeth along the skin.

“Don't worry, I'll deal with you soon enough.” Moving awkwardly to the counter. “You want to learn to cook?”

“Nnnh.” Mumbling with a nod. “I'm watching.” Still dug in.

“Take your sauce and get it going on the stove.” Holding a can opener auspiciously close to Sarephel.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

“No, not really, but you can be romantic later.” limply waving the implement. Catching, Sarephel rolled around and stationing the cooker. “You know how to use a can opener right?” Sarephel snared sarcastically. “Start the burner at medium high while I get the pan. No slacking or half rations, I expect that can opened by the time I get back.”

“Is this how you boss everyone at work?”

“No, just you, coz you can take it. And Tami, divinity help that girl get motivated. Sauce pan!” Aera announced, “Not necessary, you can use any pan almost but today we will be using this.” Informing, she dragged aside the dark crimson strands and plopped onto her lover's shoulders while retrieving a new tool from the drawer. “Cutting boards are on the back wall.” Passing over the blade, handle out. Her voice casually quiet. “Cans get rinsed and put in the bin on your left.”

Merrashrooms diced, sauce bubbling, the noodles dropped in the mess. Sweet smells of dorant fruit, like plum sauce and woody oak the tender herbs being cut overwhelmed the room. Aera still at it. “At this rate, I'm going to have to come over there and seal that sweet mouth of yours.” Sarephel incited, turning to kiss it.

“See, it's really simple.” She directed “Once your done, drop them in and wait.” Carelessly Sarephel chopped, figuring fair enough. “Finer.”

“You're going to make me work for it aren't you?”

“No stealing my lines.” Aera scolded softly, taking Sarephel's hand and slowing it down. “You have time.” Her reach running along Sarephel's side eliciting a small dance from her partner as her arms rubbed past her tails.

“Oh, when I'm done here...” Remarking salaciously sadistic, “I'll have my way.”

“No you won't.” Aera teased cheerfully.

“Oh yeah?” Turning meet her, knife laid bare as both arms rose freely to meet Aera's neck and cheeks, lifting slightly as their lips met, pulling Aera back with her against the counter. Her eyes dancing move lively, chuckling with butterflies escaping her tied lips, Aera leaned in with it. Embracing it a second time, then retreated, taking up the position, still wrapped around Sarephel's waist.

“Alright...” She announced, chopping the last few overlooked stems of Charro and kissing along the neck as she ran the herbs off to work. “Their good enough.” Stirring the noodles which were finally forming their elasticity, mixing the spices in between. Aera fell back dropping the spoon along the counter. Sarephel firmly holding her up, her lover's back pressed along the pantry “Made you wait, huh?”

“Almost maddening.” She replied taking breaths, culling the hairs along her chef's beautiful bountiful hair. “You really... Got... Me going for a while. You're so mean.”

“I love you.” Aera sealed off, sliding down the wall, dragging Sarephel willingly with her. The two tails hovering just off the ground behind. Their embrace dragged them around the kitchen, rolling along the floor, crunched into the wedge below the counter, and exploring the room dancing befor finding themselves back again where they began. Both propped against the shallow swinging door they cuddled, tired, still caressing the others side. Beautiful aroma of caramel distracted by the ugly hint of potent undead. Aera jot up, the smell was gone, just caramel. “Augh!” Aera rose, the sweet sugars turning a darker shade in the pan.

“It's good, kinda like... Barbecue for the pan.” Sarephel consoled.

“Yeah, coz the spices ended up charring. The noodles are overcooked and fall apart when you pick them up.” Discontently collecting the stiff soup in her fork.

“I enjoy it.”

“That's good...”

“Hey, other than getting distracted, which I'm sure we can both agree was pretty difficult to avoid, I made a damn good plate of tattchin.”

Aera agreed, “Though, the flavours are all there. It's kinda hard to mess that part up.”

“Hunger is the best appetizer.” Sarephel professed.

“Apart from you.” She said, planting a sticky peck on Sarephel's cheeks.

“Oooh, it's terrible! Why'd you do that?”

“So I can lick it off later, consider it a midnight snack.”

“That's gross!” Sarephel squirmed, rubbing it away. Plate aside, her girlfriend on top. “Aaah!” she wrestled about, pinned to the couch, covered in kisses and almost falling off. “There's not enough room to do this!” Sarephel surrendered submissivly. Aera stopped.

Deeply starring. “We could move this to the bed.” She suggested.

“Who's?”

“I don't know, our pick, it's not like anyone's using them right now.”

“Fine, just let me finish my food first.”

Falling timber they fell, leaping stiffly and flattening out along it's sheets. It wasn't a big bed, but bigger than the couch. Crawling, her ears flat back, Aera pounced. The bed bounced with the impact, the beautiful mass draped around her bringing Sarephel to laughter. Tickled, Sarephel wrapped around, arching herself towards her knee bent beauty as Aera rose, meeting to kiss. Their lips more restless, warping and squishing together, stealing each other's air. Their hands met, entangled, yanked back and pulling Aera's knees out in front. Rolling back, she pulled Sarephel with her, straightening them both out. Kisses planted along the collar bone fell down to flesh, Aera rolling farther behind, lifting her chest up with the active gift. Digging Sarephel into her heart. Clothing nudged aside, grasping and plucking the inner edges with her mouth, following Aera's desires deeply. Groping Aera's bosom and lifting them herself, her love's stretch was fulfilled, lowering back to the bed smothered in all. Shirts lifted, Aera's back burned, her sides soft, singing upon the touch. Weaving between the layers, Aera's hand slipped in along the hip, he love accelerating with the prospect. Rolling over, the roles changed without dropping pace.

Across the room, a shirt flew, Sarephel grabbing back her heater while her heater undid more. Lifting Aera up, she grappled the sweet lady aside, falling under her. Her arms up, Sarephel began unbuttoning the shield on top of her, her brassiere lifting. Both undone, their lips locked with a curling arch of Aera's back as Sarephel ran her arms behind to undo the prison holding her favourite cushions captive. Soon running down the back, holding onto her other favourite cushion with one hand still up top, running inside the prison cells. Echoing ripples of faltering breath eased out from love locked longues, Aera sliding in to exchange gifts. Her face resting along the tender hillside, tracing the hardened rock in the centre. Warm hints accompanied the unique smell that flows with the sound of static as tights rolled off the skin. The familiar detail that tied together the night.

In a tragic mess, laying satisfied, Aera tucked into Sarephel's arms. The sheets all wrinkled, blankets warped aside the bed, two pillows missing without a trace. She came up for one more kiss, and curled around Sarephel, nestling into her scalp. A strong, pungent hue upsetting the balance. “What is that smell?” Parting from a second whiff almost gagging. “Is that what I smelled earlier.”

“What's wrong with my hair?”

“It smells like death.” Aera stated bluntly. “We need to wash that. What did you do?”

Groaning, “What did my sister do is more like it.” Sarephel recited “I was up to my shins in black swamp mud following my her into a bog, bathing in frigid creek waters, and running out of complimentary shampoo from the hotel bathroom.”

“Why did she run you through a bog?”

Slanted ears, and pulling off. “It's a long story, a pretty depressing one really.” Sarephel turned away.

“Fine.” Aera said yanking Sarephel back down “I'll ask you later.” Still pulling Sarephel back, fully grappled around the chest from behind. “I'm still washing you.” Aera walked her puppy out to the other room. Sarephel locked her arms, tired of the guidance, lifting Aera onto her back.

“No, no, you're coming with me” Emphasizing the dominant power.

Deep strokes run along her scalp, chasing away the spirits living in Sarephel's hair. The shower still running in the back. “That is so much better.” Sampling the revived head of hair. She rinsed it out, after the second run through, scrubbing Sarephel's face. Plugging the tub, Aera retrieved the attachment. “Here's something your bathroom lacks.” holding out a strange plastic add on that fit nicely along the tubs edge. The slope rose mid way to a wide smooth lipped bowl with slots at it's basin and along it's sides.

“I see...” Sarephel said plainly. “But what is it's actual purpose?”

“It's a home spa, so you can lay down without drowning, and soak your hair. It was here when I moved in and thought it might actually be big enough for both of us.” She said, laying down in it.

“Not very adjustable, is it?” Sarephel mentioned, lowering along side. Fitting snugly, she tried getting more comfortable, struggling to do so until finding the right spot.

Warm rain fall poured down, rising the tides along their sides. The soothing spatter was like earthen hands, nurturing natural bliss that consumed her under the surface of the shielding reach. Meditating beauty, the numb impact of rain beyond the veil like a fish philosophizing the heavy air above the otherworldly gate of it's pond. The tender cherish of her company as natural and unhindered as the air itself in their Gaian wrap. Heads peeking still above the water. For a moment it all came back, the shower stopped, and Aera returned beside her. The exhausting day faded away.

“Like you'd do that.” “I bet...” “Hold on! I have to use the can.” Opening the door. Halana turned, coming face to face with the couple passed out and up to their necks in water. “Ohh!... Sarephel, you're here...” She uttered awkwardly, Sarephel awakening. She rolled Aera more aside, covering her girlfriend's privates and her own with the sleeping lover. “Really!?” Halana astounded, tossing the towels in the corner above Sarephel's head. “I gotta go, so hurry up or I'm going with or without you.”

“Promise not to peek.” Sarephel said wearily.

Aera waking up more subtly, turning slowly to meet Halana. “Hi, how long were we out for?” Asking almost instinctively

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE!?!” Tami roared.

Kayli passed by, astounding. “Holy shoot, your bed is a freaking mess.” her sister laughed

“WHERE DID THE PILLOWS GO!?”

“We were going to clean that up before you arrived” Sarephel uttered aloud. “Weren't we?”

Aera couldn't respond, humouring herself beyond the crushing embarrassment as Tami's comments worsening by the moment. All she could do was nod, hiding the tears of laughter she held back “You two,” Halana commanded, “In or out?”

Both girls staggered out, wrapped in towels. Aera blushing furiously. Her towel started falling off, grabbing Sarephel as they walked backwards to hold it up, she tripped over the back of couch. “Here are you FREAKING PANTS!” Tami shouted, beaming Aera across the face with her own tights, bursting the girl's dams over in hysteric laughter with her legs kicking off the back. Sarephel still firmly planted on top, unable to push herself back up over the lip.

“I can't get up!” Sarephel squirmed about, her girlfriend completely inaudible

“Yo..u.. you, h... Help!” before another laughter spurt. “I can... I can'... CaaaaHHH” All the sedatives in the world couldn't hold her back.

“And you FREAKING SHIRT” plastering the white button up across Sarephel's head. Aera burst open, her hands quickly running from her head down below

“Aaahm. Gonna, aAAAhhhh!” Aera screamed, Sarephel joining in, trying to pull down her slipping towel. “I'm gonna wet myself! G-get off!”

Giving up, Saraphel started rolling down the couch. “Alright!” Halana shot out. “That's not something I needed to see. I'm kicking you two out of here. Go to her place!”

“WHAT IS THIS!?” Tami exclaimed “How is this even possible?... HOW DID PILLOW EVEN GET HERE!?”

Elicit laughter continued heartily under the moon lit gazebo, a large blanket stretched out for two. “I thought you got over it?” Sarephel remarked, perking annoyed.

Hysterically squishing her forehead into Sarephel's unbarred chest, and failing to ease the strain on her speech, “Oooh, that was bad...” Aera got herself together “I don't even think Kayli's ever done anything that nasty to her sister...” Finally peeling off the giddy curse to look her lover in the eyes.

Sarephel's eyes, which shone guiltily, “If we didn't pass out, no one would have known a thing.”The confirmation of embarrassment on her voice

“But, we did.” Assuring, her hand lifting her partner's leg over her own, under the fuzzy bliss “Can't change it, all you can do is laugh.”

“I hope they're not too upset, Halana was not having any of it.”

“She'll get over it,” Her hand moving up the waist “We're only mortal.”

“What?” Sarephel playfully paganized, “Do only the gods hate forever?”

“If they did, I'd pity them.” Choking sympathetically, “Sorry to say, Halana's getting over it.”

“I'll drop by,” Lowering herself into and under Aera's chin. “Say sorry to her later.” Arms wrapped, toying her pillow's hair

Sweetly the breeze blew just enough to feel, the south wind blowing across her cheeks as Aera tucked in the flap between them; the blanket's centre protected their backs from the chill wood planks that in their place now felt warm. Snuggley taut, bundled in mass, one pillow to rest Aera's head, her circulation sacrifice for Sarephel's head to lay. Sweeter yet, blowing rustles from the radiating moon tint hair, carried the adorning fragrance of warm evening splendour. Taking it all in, Aera nestled closer, melting. “I like it when you use my shampoo” Aera's hand lifting up to tangle with the damp silk strands.

Without moving. “I like it when you use your shampoo, too” Sarephel mumbled inside the skin,

“You could do with upgrading a few things, your shampoos for one, maybe buy some fancy teas, go and treat yourself.” Adjusting slightly. “Life's too short for the the same old stuff.”

“Can't afford fancy stuff...” Sarephel conditioned, mellow, accepting her discontent.

“How do you not afford to buy nicer things for yourself?” Her disbelief overpowering the shock of hearing Sarephel's poverty. “Your pay could buy a lot of things, I know plenty of places to find amazing deals...”

“I eat out a lot.” Retreating for air, “After I met you, over half my pay went to the X where you worked.”

“Have you thought about eating at home more?” Aera suggested, reasoning with the results.

“Life's too short to not try every food.” Falling back in, Sarephel's ears resting along her girlfriend's collarbone.

“Well...” Aera admitted, “You've got your priorities... After you wed me, I'll just have to feed you from the restaurant, and I'll do it myself so no one messes it up on you.”

Though muffled, she could still make what out it meant when Sarephel eased out. “I'd love that.”

What felt a solid sleepless hour, they cuddled, two halves of a baked vegetable wrapped tightly. Passing the moment, Aera had wondered if Sarephel had slept or suffocated after all. Tranquil, her breath however calm still moved. “So...” She woke. “I ran into your old friend Camine earlier.” Returning from her womb, fanning off in the dim cast that nearly eclipsed the moon.

Sour flare rang off of Aera's lips. “And what did he have to say?” Unimpressed with the night cover shading her plumed expression.

“Nothing worth mentioning,” Sarephel remarking the course outline of his banter. “And he won't be for quite some time.” She relished proudly.

Sarcastically, pleasuring the idea “You finally found a cork large enough to fill his gaping yapper?”

“Close enough.” Returning to lay, flap cast aside to breath. “To quote him, he's turning into a vegetable as we speak. By the time he wakes up, he'll be locked up so tightly, even my sister will have trouble contacting him.”

“That's good.” Aera relaxed. “And what about his cronies?”

“Disbanded, or better be. I don't know, I sacked the hideout pretty hard. No one was left that could be a threat, just some punks and whoever was passed out behind the bar. The guard raids on the holes are chasing them out pretty good too, he took some big losses there. I'm gonna say you're free now.” Reaching out to hold her love.

“I already was free...” Aera rolled out, the light basking off her moist skin. “It wasn't him. Camine was just their boss.”

“Yeah, and I kicked their asses. It was just the two guys.”

“They don't like loosing.” Aera reminded. “After two, they called their friends”

“And I kicked their asses too.” Sarephel scooted nearer.

“Then word got out, and Camine lost his mind. Six men getting handed multiple times by a girl really got to him.”

“And then I kicked his ass.” Wisping tails danced behind a wide perky smile lacing her silver cheeks

“Yes,” Aera reminisced, grinning gratefully. “You did. I didn't know what to say. Like a cheesy novel you just kinda showed up.”

Sliding up, Sarephel gazed into the bashful glaze and emotional eyes that shot away. “I knew something was up that night.” Caressing Aera back to her. “Those goons were hounding you when I walked in and they didn't leave until you disappeared. I had a good idea what they were up to.”

Returning gaze, a faltering whimper held shut behind her boldened gates. “And you came to check up on me.”

“Like any decent soul would.”

“There you are,” Aera recalled, shaking her head. “First thing I see after they surround me is his arm contorting behind him as he's being lifted up in the dark, and 'I didn't know you babies could scream like a lady.'” She quoted

“Nah, nah-nah-nah.” Sarephel corrected, arcing back, deafly. “That line came a little later, I didn't want to scare you. It was 'well that's a very fine way to treat a woman', ” Crawling back on top.

Rolling her love over, Aera smiled, continuing.“I'm just standing there, shocked at everything and right in the pale light is my angel.” She recited, holding onto Sarephel's hips, playing with her tails.

“I do enjoy my work.” Sarephel propped proudly up against.

Stealing a tail as she flopped to her side “'Thank you so much.' 'I don't have much to repay you with'... Completely flustered, and disoriented, I say” Holding the warm cover to her chilled chest.

Crawling back up, seductively Sarephel continued their story. “I didn't want anything but jokingly I just said 'I don't know, a peck on the cheek.' all nonchlantly, like it was some ridiculous romance novel. I didn't expect that yo...”

“And what do I do?” Cutting off, bordering hysteric “Just about raped in the street, and like a fool I just walked in and kissed you.”

“You looked so embarrassed 'slowly' walking up to me. Oh, it wasn't just like one kiss either.” Sarephel teased, “You liked the first one so much you wanted another.”

“I only kissed you twice...” Aera defended, her love agreeing fullheartedly.

“Halana was pretty worried for you.” Sarephel added, retrieving for her pillow

“She's good at recognizing people. She even knew they'd be back again the next night.”

“So did I.” Cocking the pillow back under her chin to snuggle close beside Aera,

“When did you realize... That you loved me?”

Unprepared, Sarephel stumbled, tentatively trying to answer “That unexpected kiss kinda just stuck to me since that night...” Rallying to find the definitive moment “Though it wasn't until like the third night you actually invited me in to your place. I think that is when I got to know you.” Covering her lover, as she curled over the bare chilled abdomen. “You really grew on me. I knew I loved you even more after Camine threatened you, it burned me up pretty good inside.”

“That's the thing, Camine never cared about me, you were the one dishonouring him, I was just the means by which he swore to hurt you with.”

Recalling her fury, as she rose “And the second he threatened you is when I dropped him a bottle of cheap booze and a love letter with something else to pass his time.”

“Love letter?” Aera Laughed, seriously. “What, that you'd 'love' to drop the entire special guard reserve on his ass if he didn't leave town?”

“It worked, didn't it?” Returning, Her girlfriend, yanking the covers over from Sarephel's side, tucking them both in. Sarephel calmed down, dawning a new thought “I don't really think Karelyn likes me.”

“That's random.”

“Well? Does it wade?” Cracking the slit of stars from their full covers.

“She's not really comfortable around lesbians.” Aera admitted.

“That ain't hard to believe,” Sarephel agreed, readjusting her tails, “Even at your old place, every time I came over she'd go elsewhere for the whole night.” Culling them up in front of her

“Remember when she walked in on us at the restaurant?” Aera reminded “'Mrs... Aera...' like there was a train in front of her. She's never formal like that.”

“You don't suppose we stopped her from moving up here? Do you?” Curiously concerning, Sarephel mingled her legs

“She couldn't leave her social life behind down there, as much as she likes working here.” Assuring her nestled feet in with Sarephel's “Besides I was the influx worker, I was only borrowing the place until another house opened up.”

“And yet there are so many homes available here...”

“Yeah but if you actually lived down there, you'd see how many people don't really have dreams to work towards.” Her fingers began weaving through the furs of her stolen comforter. “There is no reason to work or even work well, they'll be stuck there forever.”

“You're talking about your family, right?”

“It's their choice not to strive for better, and they admit it.” Combing the roots. “They could live in better neighbourhoods, enjoy their work instead of drinking it away til next morning.”

“At least they run the factories.” Sarephel consoled

“People just have no ambition, they don't realize how wonderful it feels to be really good at something. They can just stay there getting overcrowded with addicts, inject their fade, and clean the hydrotanks. It's not my life anymore.”

Running her lips along Aera's shoulders, “Thank the divine you never picked up your fathers habits...” Sarephel admired.

Stealing more fluffy comforters. “Would you still have loved me me if I did?”

“I don't know what I'd see... If you could never smile the way you do.” Peering in the moonlight to see her face, “When I look at you, I see someone with life in their eyes. I don't see yesterday, or your scars, I see tomorrow. You left your pain back home. Your happiness becomes my happiness. You could have, yes, you had every opportunity to be like them, but you broke free from it. That was a hard choice, if you gave into it, you wouldn't be the woman I see in you. I see your potential. How could I ever love someone who has refused to live?” Wrapping around tightly, her face dug into Aera's cheek, breathing gently along the neck.

“You just want to get laid again, and that's why you're using this poetry aren't you?”

“That's your shell talking, face it, you're girlfriend loves you; the sex is just a really nice benefit of loving you.”