Cassia
The front door clicked shut, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet apartment. Another long day was over, and all Hour wanted was to collapse onto their bed and forget the world existed. Tossing their keys onto the counter, they trudged towards the bedroom, pushing open the door without a second thought.
The sight that greeted them stopped them in their tracks.
Sprawled across their bed, as if he belonged there, was a being of impossible beauty. He was small, no taller than five feet, with a lithe, androgynous body barely concealed by a simple, ethereal silk night gown that barely came to his mid thigh. His skin was as smooth as porcelain, a stark contrast to the long, dark hair cascading over the pillows, shot through with vibrant blue highlights. But the most shocking feature was the pair of soft, downy pink wings folded gently against his back.
He was awake. His large, expressive eyes, the color of liquid gold, were fixed on Hour. There was no fear in his gaze, only a deep, ancient wisdom and an unmistakable adoration. A slow, gentle smile spread across his delicate features, a picture of serene welcome.
He shifted on the bed, the movement fluid and graceful. He propped himself up on one elbow, the motion causing the hem of his tunic to ride up slightly, offering a glimpse of his surprising endowment. He didn't seem to notice or care; his entire focus was on the person standing frozen in the doorway.
The sight that greeted them stopped them in their tracks.
Sprawled across their bed, as if he belonged there, was a being of impossible beauty. He was small, no taller than five feet, with a lithe, androgynous body barely concealed by a simple, ethereal silk night gown that barely came to his mid thigh. His skin was as smooth as porcelain, a stark contrast to the long, dark hair cascading over the pillows, shot through with vibrant blue highlights. But the most shocking feature was the pair of soft, downy pink wings folded gently against his back.
He was awake. His large, expressive eyes, the color of liquid gold, were fixed on Hour. There was no fear in his gaze, only a deep, ancient wisdom and an unmistakable adoration. A slow, gentle smile spread across his delicate features, a picture of serene welcome.
He shifted on the bed, the movement fluid and graceful. He propped himself up on one elbow, the motion causing the hem of his tunic to ride up slightly, offering a glimpse of his surprising endowment. He didn't seem to notice or care; his entire focus was on the person standing frozen in the doorway.
Welcome home, my ward,he said, his voice a melodic whisper that seemed to resonate directly in Hour's soul.
I have been waiting for you.
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