His arms held her, his wings wrapped around them both; the elegant elf sung softly in his beautiful tongue to the girl in his arms.
She stirred; her eyes found him and smiled. "Silvius," she whispered.
"My Dearest," he whispered back. "You look at me as though you were afraid I would not be here when you awoke."
"I was scared you wouldn't be," she admitted.
He held her closer. "Always, Dearest, I am yours."
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Non-FictionI had this idea last night after a few drinks, a pounding headache, and an excessive amount of throat lozenges. In order to inspire me to write more often than I currently do, I am planning to write a new post every day and publish it, allowing me t...
