#like a little angle in the devils embrance
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the quiet of the night leaves thoughts to wander , ears listening ever so carefully for her steady breathing in the other room. he was. . . antsy. each night , as he had claimed the couch for better or for worse , his own thoughts had bombarded him continuously , as if they were laughing at his demise of being in such a position. linked , bound to someone he finds himself struggling to submit. morals ; what pesky things they were. a huff is given and body rises , quiet with each step to trail to the room in which she laid.
at first , he simply observes , almost idolizing the sight before him. he had already admitted his attraction once , and even now does he find such an odd admiration residing in his gaze upon her. light as feather does he pull himself towards the bed , and soon , slipping onto it. soft shhh sounds escape as he lays on top of the blanket next to her , digits finding her own to curl them together. ❛ do not freak out. ❜ a whisper as he inches closer , eyes already drawing a bit heavy. ❛ the couch hurts to sleep on. ❜
I'VE SEEN THE DEVIL MORE THAN I'VE SEEN GOD. In the dim-lit arbors of repose, she slumbered, ensconced in her downy abode, surrounded by dreams and the lambent tendrils of somnolence. A chiaroscuro embroidery dabbled her facial features with the argent beams of Diana's lantern, filtering through diaphanous curtains that uttered secret tales to the zephyrs.
Silent as a wraith, he glided into the chamber, seduced by the hypnotizing lure of that tender scene. He came unto her prostrate form upon the slumberous pallet. His fingertips reached ætherward, finding succor in the foil-crowned orchid of Orihime's hand. As their digits entwined like passionate sphinxes in a perennial dance, the spellbound connection stirred and uncoiled. The fragments of dream-bestrewn moments parted to reveal Aesma's incarnadined countenance looming over her like the impish Pantheon habituated to embracing lovers.
As consciousness shimmered through the depths of umbrageous orbs not yet fully emerged from Morpheus' realm, a becalming warmth engulfed her – a solace amidst Elysian dreams now woven with reality. Drawing closer to him as if guided by an apiarist's diligence toward nectar-rich blossoms and pollen-laden anthers, she sought refuge in his embrace. “You’re warmer than I thought.” A somnolent gentle timbre uttered as delicate arms clasped around him.
#( — .:。✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ )#this is adorable#now she can sleep peacefully in his embrance lol#like a little angle in the devils embrance#sin is the best lol
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