Perhaps because of discomfort, I turn around under the sheets, then find myself half consciously twisting whichever way so I get the cooled section, before quickly remembering that there's an entire human being... wolf, sleeping besides me who is possibly butt naked and cold.
My eyes part open, grateful as they don't batter too much to adjust to the darkness. I don't find him on the bed, unconscious and having a dream of his own, but rather, he's seated up. The moon light illuminates enough for me to see him seated up, hunched over with elbows resting on his knees. I might be wrong, but I see the tracing of dark piece of clothing on his lower half, which gives me reason to believe he's wearing his boxers.
He's watching the moon. I mean, I can't see his eyes considering I'm somewhat behind him, but I just know he's watching her.
His hair is messy, though in the moonlight, he seems to be glowing. The very same radiation I thought of, is the very same thing I see happening. I can't tell if it's because of the moon or because he genuinely is glowing from the inside out.
It's simply beautiful, I doubt words can even describe the scenery.
He sighs softly.
I adjust my head on my pillow. "Is she speaking?"
He turns his head enough to look at me as much a he can from that angle. With the moon hitting his face, I can see him give off a small smile. "No. Singing."
"She sings?" I mutter right back.
"Not usually. She does the weirdest of things." He looks back towards the moon. "It's peaceful."
I nod, even though he can't see me. I then adjust the sheets, pulling some to properly cover my chest. Yeah sure, he's seen it all at this point, though I think it's a simple, natural reaction.
I can't pretend I don't feel the dull ache between my legs.
"You can't sleep?"
"She woke me up." He simply confirms.
I nod once more, taking my time to think of something else to say. I think the hesitation is there because I'm thinking of whether or not there's doubt, regret in himself at this point. If maybe, he can think clearly and is asking a million and one questions. He was vulnerable, we joined together with his Goddess as the witness, and now maybe, he's contemplating and questioning everything.
"Did she... how does she wake you up?"
"A nagging." He moves back only slightly, just enough for one hand to raise up and make some sort of star fish motion with his fingers, like physically trying to demonstrate the fact that Luna speaks a lot, and never stops. "Like she calls my name repeatedly. Micah, Micah. Micah, Micah. Nonstop. But at the same time? You don't hear her, you feel her... does that make sense? I feel like that doesn't make sense."
The both of us chuckle into the night in amusement.
"I get you."
"Yeah... she was complaining about... me. Us." He shrugs a bit. "She's not pleased."
My lips part as though to say something, to defend myself. To defend ourselves, though I can't find the right words. Or maybe, it feels wrong trying to defend ourselves. She is right, and she has the right to be displeased. It's history repeating itself again, but worse.
Micah sits up straight and turns slightly, hand now supporting his upper body as he looks down at me. "Don't. It's not your fault. There's no need to even think of blaming anyone. I should take fault for it. Regret." He shakes his head softly. "I don't. That's why she's upset."
