Morning Sun

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Reavers had grown use to waking up alone, his sheets cold, but not this morning.

He felt the arms of someone else, a warm, comforting presence, the love of someone else.

Reavers put his hands over the ones wrapped around him, feeing the warm embrace. No longer cold in solitude, but feeling love, his bare skin against the one who dared to stay with him.

It was early, the birds were out, singing, a rare occurrence. The morning sun show brightly through the curtains he forgot to close that night, like a bright painting, drawing them in heavenly colors. It certainly felt like paradise, laying on warm silk, with the one who lay claims to your affection.

Reavers carefully turned over, draping his arms around the still sleeping Avriell, it was a beautiful sight, it was all natural, he wasn't done up, he had yet to fix anything, he couldn't help but admire.

Reavers viewed the human body as art, and what laid in his arms was true art, a fine creation, a stunning use of stardust, a gift.

Reavers was no longer bothered by not being in prime appearance for Avriell, he'd grown so comfortable with him, he didn't bother, he only wanted to stay in his embrace.

He'd lacked this for so long, these feelings were surreal. Reaves ran his fingers ever so carefully through Avriell's hair, he only barely shifted, resting his head on Reavers's chest.

Reavers didn't dare to wake him. Whatever the day held, could wait for his few minutes of paradise.

Reavers always felt a stab of hunger for Avriell, and felt nourishment in the very sight of him. The beauty was, Avriell aches for him as well.

If Reavers could see him everyday, he would surely remember this.

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