Losing someone you love

Killian smiled, just like her, as it seemed like she liked how he continued to ask how long she would stay moving the bar of how long each time. He hummed gladly as she explained that she would love to stay. She pulled herself up on her toes, and he was about to lean into the kiss she was about to give him when he stopped as she explained it had to be alright with the girls. His smile widened softly. “Of course. But for tonight you’re more than welcome to stay,” he replied before she gave him the small peck. He nodded softly as she mentioned the wine and getting some sleep. Sleep. God, he missed the sleep he had gotten back then with Eris beside him. He hummed gladly as she mused that he needed it. He did indeed need a good night’s sleep and it was always guaranteed when he was with her; taking away the nightmares.

Their lips met again but this time, he repeated what they had been interrupted in and squatted down to pick her up. He wasn’t in a hurry anymore, because after all, Artemis wasn’t going to barge in, Mary-Jane was trying to fall asleep and Iris… Well, she was with Charles. Eris’ son. Their son. He moved towards the study with her in his arms before he put her down so they could pick up both glass and wine. “So, how much of my house did you get to explore?” he wondered with a kind smile thinking slightly about playing fetch down to his room. It was quite incredible how Killian adapted to who he spent time with, because with Artemis, there was no way he would suggest something like that. But he knew that even if it was a bad day for Eris, she would still take up the challenge, because both of them had their perks for transportation and he could make his illusions to make her believe she had caught him.

Just like last time, her legs easily found their way around his waist and her arms folded around his neck. Even though it had hurt in the moment, and she knew how many bridges she had burned by doing this. She didn’t regret it for a moment because this was love. This was just how relationships should be. Easy, warm, and loving.

Her feet glided back to the floor as he put her down in the study. She walked over and took her glass, taking a sip from it letting the flavour once again glide over her tongue. Her eyes found their way back to Killian as he asked how much of the house, she explored. Her tongue licked over her lips as a cheeky grin formed over her lips. For a man as old as Killian, he sure had a lot of sides to make sure that he never got bored. Like the fact that she knew exactly what it was that he wanted. “Enough” she tried hard not to give away, but she couldn’t. A soft squeaking laugh left her, as she started running out the door towards his bedroom. Of course, making it hard for herself by being aware not to let a single drop of wine fall to the ground as she kept running. A bobbly laugh left her, as she at this point just used her legs and nothing else to get away first.

He noticed how a cheeky smile glided over her lips, and he had to keep himself from not spoiling his own plan, not knowing she already knew what he wanted to do. She had seen enough. He raised an eyebrow and gave her a slight smile as she tried not to give away that she already knew what was going on. And then, all of a sudden, she started running with a soft squeaking laugh leaving her. “Hey, I wasn’t ready!” he said and quickly took the flask and glass in one hand before he hurried after her. Of course, it was always the smartest to try not and spill, but sometimes it just didn’t matter.
You could hear Killian laugh at the same time with her, trying to use the advantage he had with his long legs. Before she got too far into the two-story great room, he tried to see if he could wrap his arms around her without accidentally hurting her with neither flask nor glass. They stood right next to the sink and dishwasher. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, laughing. He tried to turn her a little around with a grand smile on his lips, “Tagged. You’re it,” he mumbled cheesingly before he started to run, just like she had. Knowing that there was a hidden door from his walk-in closet to his giant laundry room, he hurried towards his room, to make a turn into his massive bathroom and tried to get to the laundry room as quickly as possible, hoping she wouldn’t get to him, nor see where he went.

He was quick to catch her, and with everything that had been going on today, she didn’t even mind that it wasn’t a long game of catch that they were doing. And not when she was caught like she was, his arms around her. She slowly turned around as he kissed her cheek a little.
Tagged, you’re it. It reminded her of their time in the small farmhouse they had shared together with their children. She couldn’t describe just how happy she felt about having the opportunity to get some of that back.

She placed the glass on the kitchen counter so it would be easier for her to run after him. As she looked around, she saw how he disappeared into his bedroom and followed. But as she got into the bathroom he was gone. Taking a breath in, she closed her eyes. She felt the energies in the house, opened her eyes and reached out in the shadows to figure out where he was. Laundry room? A smile formed on her lips. And she disappeared into the shadows. Following him, in the dark she moved behind him, lifting herself to his ear with her powers, only to find herself duped by his powers. “Oh so that’s how we are playing” she whispered from the shadows, carrying her voice around in the house where she figured he would be. She transported herself back into the kitchen and grabbed her glass. Shadows took her body again “I’ll be waiting for you” she finally found his body, not really sure where it was, he was hiding. In the shadows she undressed herself to her underwear and placed it on the chair, before she teleported herself onto the bed, placing herself on her stomach sipping the wine, waiting for him to come to her.

Killian made sure to listen for her steps as well as possible. He hadn’t lived in this house more than a couple of months, but he still had some kind of recognition of how steps sounded when they walked in different directions in his home. He had successfully gotten to the laundry room and made a illusion of himself to leave shortly after to hopefully fool her. He could hear how she whispered, and it gave him pleasurable chills. I’ll be waiting for you. With those words he figured that she was ending the game and had gone to his bedroom, which made him head to it, and with a simple spell made his glass of wine appear in his hand. As he finally entered his bedroom, he saw her light body lay on his bed, casually sipping her wine as if she already had gotten comfortable with living at his place. A smile grew on his lips, and he put his glass on the night table and started to remove his tie. “You got tired?” he wondered with a short chuckle.

With a wave of her fingers the glass disappeared in the shadows around her and placed on the bedside table. She rolled around towards him, as he asked her if she got tired. Crawling up on her knees, she found her way towards him. Grabbing his tie he was starting to remove, pulling him a little closer so her lips were only mere millimeters from his, she let out a soft sigh. “I got you, I won” she whispered cheekily, but instead of placing her lips against his. She moved her head back and pulled off his tie completely. Then she leaned back and fell into his bed with a soft giggle and closed her eyes. “But yes, it’s been a long day, week, and last month was just – chaos” she hummed. So much had happened, and getting Norah back had been, interesting. “I found Hanna, and I’ve gotten her back, placed her in a small house close to Northhalgh, I just hope that she stays out of trouble now” she mumbled, letting her hand pinch the nose of her bridge. Why did family always come with so many problems? Well to be granted, the most problems came from her two very adult children, at least one of them had seemed to mellow down.

She pulled him closer, and he pulled a soft smile but as she whispered that she had gotten him, and that she had won, the soft smile got wider and cheeky, “Yes you did,” he hummed. His smile got even brighter as she didn’t even kiss him but pulled off his tie and leaned back so she ended up with her back against the bed. “Sly fox,” he mumbled and caressed one of her knees. She started to talk about how the last month had been. God, he was glad that it had only been one of his days that had been as bad as this day. She had described the last month as being chaos. He squatted down and gently started to kiss her knees, letting his hands caress her outer thigh. He hummed a little as she mentioned that she had found Hanna. Slowly, he started to kiss her down her inner thighs and looked towards her as she started to talk about where she was placed and how she hoped that she stayed out of trouble. “Are you sure she knows the definition of trouble?” he mumbled, before he let his kisses travel from her leg to her hip before he started to kiss her torso from the bellybutton and up towards her neck.

She didn’t take much notice how he started to kiss her knees as she explained very brief that her month had been very chaotic. But that didn’t stop her from making a soft hum of pleasure as his lips travelled her thigh, it made small explosions happen just where his lips touched her skin. Magical really, but what was it one said. The first love would always have the biggest impact and everything else would be compared to that person. Even if it wasn’t fair. And even if it sometimes were with rose-coloured glasses. It was just so, that with Killian no one would ever be able to convince her that it hadn’t been meant to be. A laugh left her as Killian asked her if their daughter even knew the definition of trouble. “Well, she is her mother’s daughter” she sighed as his kisses found their way over her hip, further up her torso to her neck. When he was nestling between her legs, she quickly flicked them around his waist and turned them around, so she was on top. The same sly smile appeared, she slowly leaned over him, very controlled about every movement in her body. “But then again, it seems all of your children likes the thrill of pushing the boundaries, just like their father” she mused licking her lips, while her fingers glided over his. Fingertips that followed the lines, before finding their way down her jaw, almost painfully slow. Taking in every detail of him, now that he was finally so close to her once again.

Killian smiled widely as she mentioned that Hanna was her mother’s daughter. He couldn’t disagree. Eris suddenly flicked them around. Killian squinted his eyes tightly, acting like something about the quick movement had hurt him. He acted like it wasn’t that bad. He let his hands place themselves on her thighs. “I feel personally attacked right now,” he mused with a slight chuckle and sighed pleasured as she let her fingers glide over his lips and then his jaw. He sat up, and again acted like something pinched him in the back. “You should be careful of this old man,” he said almost as if five-hundred years had made any difference in how old he felt – but could she know that? He had no idea. He let his hands glide up her thighs and leaned in to kiss her neck lovingly. “Who knows, I might break a bone,” he mumbled towards her neck.

She really tried to stop smiling as she tried to act offended, all the small tweaks in his face almost as if he tried to convince her that how she moved around him was too much for him to follow along. Moving a little back, so he could sit up a little more comfortable. Careful? She folded her lips together, looking at him with a slightly crocket brow. But when he leaned in to kiss her neck, she didn’t even think about it. She just closed her eyes, taking in the sensation of him kissing her, ever so softly over her neck. “If you break something, rest a sure, that I will take very good care of you” she whispered, but now that he was acting so fragile. She moved her body off him and lay down in the soft duvet her hands gliding through her hair, as her piercing ocean blue eyes glided towards him. “But then I’ll better straining the poor old man, and just behave like the good little girl I am” she winked and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath in. Feeling how her chest heaved and sank again. It had been a long time since she had felt this comfortable.

She took in everything that he did to her and it was pleasing to his mind. Even her soft whisper about taking care of him was like music to his ears. “I don’t doubt it,” he replied. He was very, very sure that if something happened to him, that she would be there fore him, even though it had been many, many years ago since they last had been looking out for each other like that.
She moved away, and his eyes looked at her like a child who had just gotten their dessert from them. He wasn’t near done with enjoying her presence. As she looked towards him, he squinted his eyes a bit. As she explained how she had to behave he turned towards her so he too laid on his stomach, but with one arm across her back. “I think it would take years of training before you’d be able to behave like one,” he mused and leaned in to kiss her bare shoulder, letting his eyes look at her for a moment.

She folded her lips towards each other, before the turned into yet another smile. Gosh, it was like she couldn’t stop laughing nor smiling whenever she was close to him. She wasn’t blind to the fact that they had have problems like any other couple. But thinking back, it had just been so easy with him. Opening up, being her true self. Never lying or turning her back towards him not letting him in. He had seen her at her worst, and some of her best times.

She lifted a brow, and as he kissed her shoulder, she very slowly turned onto her side looking him into his eyes. “Well,” she narrowed her eyes “I’ve been doing a lot of things throughout the years, that makes me an excellent actress” she whispered, letting her tongue glide very slowly over her lips. Her eyes falling to his. “Being a part of the KGB before they shut down, was very good at training me in varies ways” she moved a little, so she was more comfortable. “Playing a good helpless woman, should be very easy” she leaned closer, feeling his hot breath against hers. “But if I remember correctly, you always liked woman that knew what she wanted and took it, more than sweet little daddy’s girl” she leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his lips before she pulled away, knowing very well she was playing with fire at this point. “unless your preferences has changed, then please tell me” she teased, letting her lips find his again. Flashes of the night with Leigh formed in her head, but she quickly pushed them away, the last thing she wanted was her night with Killian ruined, because of her mistakes.

He lifted his eyebrows as she slowly started speaking and narrowing her eyes. The lifted brows turned to a single brow raised, as she mentioned she had turned into an excellent actress. He chuckled a little by it, taking in how she looked at him and how she licked her lips. With a simple turn, he laid on his side, just like her. He hummed approvingly as she mentioned the way she believed she had been trained. As she leaned closer, he did so to. He didn’t take any kiss from her as he sensed she wasn’t done talking. A slightly sly smile curled up on Killian’s lips as she mentioned his ‘preference’. He hummed satisfied and agreeingly as she kissed him. He did like women who knew what they wanted and took it. If one looked at his children, it was very clear that all of his children knew what they wanted and took it. How they took it might be different from child to child – not that he preferred his children in any sexual manner, but just that he raised them to be independent.
Unless your preferences has changed… The smile only grew on his lips, and he let his hand find its way to her hip. He leaned a little closer, “No, you’re correct,” he mused. It wasn’t really like he was getting impatient, but her teasing was driving him mad – constantly giving him the pleasurable feeling of being in contact with her. “I like a woman who knows what they want,” he mumbled. Peace, freedom, power, knowledge, or war. It didn’t really matter what the woman he was with wanted, what mattered was, that she took it. “But are you going to take what you want?” he teased her back.

Her eyes followed the line of his body, down his side to his slender hands. She looked at how they still showed signs from when he had been off to war. The callous from holding a gun, pulling the trigger. It was always a wonder how much you could learn from a person, just by having a keen eye. The lines in his face, that despite not becoming older still showed that he had laughed, cried and been stressed. The shoulder, tense because of a burden that was getting heavier to bear for every year that passed him. She saw it all, and her eyes glided back towards his eyes when he asked if she was going to take what she wanted. A tender smile bloomed on her lips, pushing once again the memories of what had transpired not so many months ago down. Knowing just how much pain she had been the morning after.  Conflicted by the fact that she had wanted it in the moment, delirious on whatever it had been Leigh had given her.

She leaned back in, placing her lips softly and caringly on his lips. She pulled back, just enough for her to talk. “Well, I already did” she whispered, opening her eyes looking at him. “I took you back, that has to count for something” her voice turning from seductively to teasingly. Almost provoking to the fact that she had chosen him, even though one might have thought it was a bad idea. She wasn’t quite sure how her children would take the news either way.

Killian raised a brows as Eris said she had already taken what she wanted. He let himself look at her as she explained what she had taken. A wide and pleased smile spread on his lips. Her being near him gave him so much serenity, and something in him wondered how long it would take before things turned around. He leaned closer to her and kissed her softly but passionately. “It does count,” he mumbled between their lips before he kissed her once again. He leaned closer to her and slowly moved one of his hands to the other side of her so he could lean a bit over her, still kissing her. He let his lips travel towards her ear, “So, are you going to act like a good girl or are you going to be yourself,” he mused before he slowly continued to kiss her closer to her ear and would let his lips travel down her neck and towards her shoulder.

The kiss was everything to her, the passion and emotion seeping through their lips where both overpowering and terrifying. Because that also meant that if he was ever to slip out of her life again, she wasn’t sure if she would survive. A soft and appreciate hum left her when he told her that it did count. But all of that chanced as he started leaning over her. Small flashes of what had transpired last time she had gotten this far with anyone started to replay in her mind. She tried to press it down, concentrate on who it was that she was doing it with. It worked, and as he asked how she was going to act her fingers glide up his neck into his hair, while the words rolled over her tongue; “Myself, but only because it’s you”

What she hadn’t seen coming was how his lips that travelled down her neck threw her straight into the memory. He didn’t even bite her, and she would have sworn she felt the pain of teeth sinking into her skin. She pulled back, her breath came out shallower and sweat started polling in the nape of her neck. “Sorry, sorry” she whispered knowing she must have acted weird. “I –“ she felt how her tongue licked her lips nervously. “It’s just because, I” she shook her head, and got up in seating position pulling a little away from him. “just give me a moment” Eris tried to explain with a pained smile.

She was going to be herself, and  just like her, he left an appreciating hum. He liked when she was herself, though he had never really seen her not be herself, but maybe that was also because she, herself, was so many things. She was happy, smiling, and playful. She was whimpering, sobbing and traumatized. She was careful, respectful and at the same time reckless. Every single bit of her was something he loved.

Her breath became shallower, and he could almost feel the uncertainty. He pulled a little away from her so he could look at her better. He tried to figure out what was going on. She apologized and he pulled further away so she had more space. “Don’t apologize,” he said quite calmly. He watched how the nervousness spread all over her. She sat up a little away from him. He pulled a gentle smile and sat up in the bed with his body halfway turned towards her. “Take your time,” he spoke softly. He placed his hand between them for her to take if she needed it, “I’m here.”

A soft sound left her, clearly appreciating how calm he was about the whole situation. Pulling her legs towards her chest, her eyes followed down the white skinned thighs seeing that he had placed his hand between her and him. It didn’t take her long to move her own slender fingers, gently putting them on top of his, before she folded them around and pulled his warm hand towards her. Both her hands found his, folding his fingers, using it as a means to think of something else even though the pictures kept creeping into her mind, trying to overwhelm her almost threaten to take control. “One would think you got smarter with age, but –“ a soft whisper left her as her eyes closed leaning her lips against his hands skin. Moving his fingers with her own in the position that she wanted them in. “As you knew when we first saw, something happen in the end of last year; a very sick individual caught me over Christmas and kept me for two weeks” she breathed out, trying to explain, knowing very well that she didn’t have too. But come the years of her being with him, she had also seen just how much a burden could be lifted from her shoulders when she had finally let him in. “and looking for answers about other things, put me in a vulnerable state back in May and now” once again she needed time to find her words before she could continue “Now it’s like I’m thrown back in that scared mindset of when I got out of the church, almost five hundred years later, and I still can’t seem to shake those memories off me” a short chuckle left her, as she didn’t really knew what else to do.

She placed her hand on top of his, folded her fingers around his hand, and he did the same, so his finger embraced her fingers. She pulled his hand closer, so he had to move a little closer to her to follow along, but it wasn’t much. Her other hand wrapped around his. He gave her hand a small squeeze, wanting to let her know that he was there with no words needed. He pulled a sad smile as she talked about how one would get smarter with age. He knew it wasn’t the case. Her fingers could do anything with his, he simply followed along. He licked his lips thoughtfully as she reminded him of the Christmas last year. It had been horrible. He swallowed a little lump in his throat because he knew it wasn’t easy to talk about all of these things – but he knew about the pain she had gone though. He knew so well. He licked his lips a little as she continued to talk about how she had been in a vulnerable state earlier this year. He let her take her time to collect words, and simply was present for her. He thought of the most recent things which had happened to her and how he had been able to feel it. He looked up at her as she explained how she felt like she had been thrown back. He looked back up at her, “Don’t be so harsh on yourself, darling,” he said calmly, “You have grown so much and I know that things are going to be alright,” for a moment he thought a little, “And you know that I’m here to help you though the toughest of times, mh,” he reminded her, “We got all the time in the world, and I know you’re strong. You can do what you set your mind for – so just don’t give up. You can do it, no matter how long it takes,” he mumbled carinly. “I’ll be by your side, Eris.”

She closed her eyes as his words reached her. It was like a soothing drug that made her calm down again. Finally having someone she felt like it was okay to be vulnerable in front of. Her eyes opened as he called her Eris, a soft chuckle left her, and she leaned her head against his hand she had placed against her face while he had talked and told her that she shouldn’t give up. But give it time. She knew that funny how sometimes you just needed the right person to tell you. “You should call me Atarah, no one calls me that” she whispered crawling closer to him, she let go of his hand to place hers against the mage mark by his heart. Where her real name, her birthname was written. She then lifted her hand up, letting her fingers dance over his cheek before they found their way into his hair. She placed a very soft kiss against his lips. “You’ve such a long day” she pressed her forehead against his closing her eyes. She also got so overwhelmed by the fact of how he smelled. Being with Jack, he had been cold to touch, he had no smell. Here she felt so alive, even when she felt like she was breaking apart. Killian was the glue that slowly gathered all the pieces and made sure that she soon would be the woman that had once been. “Do you want to shower first?” she asked, breathlessly licking her lips as she pulled away, just a little. Giving him a soft smile, as her thump glide over his forehead where hers had just been pressed against.

He noticed how it seemed like his words calmed her, or maybe it was his voice, presence, or something completely different. It could be a combination of all the things he did. He didn’t push onto her or tell her she was unfair ‘leading him on’ nor did he tell her to get her mind together. She was a complex woman who needed time and understanding. He loved that about her. He loved everything about her. Nothing she could do, would make him feel otherwise. He knew her so well, even though he haven’t seen her in so many years – some things just didn’t change.

She placed her cheek on his hand. It gave him pleasurable chills. “Atarah,” he mused. He had never really realized just how much he liked how the name rolled on his tongue. Maybe it was the bond, or maybe it was simply the way it sounded.
Her fingers started to travel from his mate mark. It made his heart pick up speed. It crawled up to his cheek, finding some stubbles and then her fingers found his hair. He closed his eyes, taking in the pleasurable feeling of her presence. He felt her lips on his and he reciprocated it gently, slowly opening his eyes again as she reminded him of how long his day had been. He closed his eyes again as she leaned her forehead against his. ”Very long,” he agreed sounding a little more exhausted than before. It had overwhelmed him quite a lot how much Jolene had been able to pull him down, just by a ‘simple’ necklace. He was relieved that it didn’t exist anymore, since he had used a spell to make it vanish.
As she pulled a little away he opened his eyes again. Shower? “I probably should,” he exhaled. He closed his eyes yet again as she let her thumb glide over his forehead. It made him tired. “But we can also just go to bed and hit the showers in the morning,” he suggested, even though he didn’t expect Atarah to join him.

She really did like using that name, it made it all seem so much real. When people said that names had power over you, she finally understood why. Just like taking a spouse name. Being connected through a last name. Reminding her just how close she had been to having the same name as Killian had. Not that it was very imaginative, but it meant something. It gave you a family. Something she had never really had, only with the man sitting in the bed in front of her. She nodded, seeing just how tired he looked. “Tomorrow” she whispered. Reminding herself that she didn’t need to go anywhere, that she could stay. “We could do that, because I’m not going anywhere anytime soon” once again she let her thumb glide over his forehead, and then shuffled a little so she could lie down on the pillows. She took his hand and pulled him down to lay next to her. “When was the last time you even got a decent night’s sleep?” she asked concerned, letting out a soft breath. “Are you using the roots again?” she asked, intertwining their legs slowly caressing his skin.

Killian licked his lips a little, pulling on a tired smile as she repeated, that tomorrow was okay. Even though he was tired, the smile only widened as she said she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. It did really make him happy. He closed his eyes and took a deeper breath in, only to exhale as she shuffled a little around, so he could look at what she was doing. Getting comfortable. He followed her as she gestured him to follow her, by pulling his hand. When. See that was a question he honestly couldn’t remember. He opened his mouth to reply but closed it again. Are you using roots again? Her legs intertwined with his. “The nightmares never leave,” he tried to excuse his way out of it, “So, the last time must’ve been when I promised you that I would come home safe,” he mumbled. He wasn’t going to mention what else they had been promising eachother, because it was a heavier topic and nothing for now. They needed time. He looked at her hand, holding his. “I can walk around, sleeping an hour a night, traumatized by nightmares every day, or I can take the roots and keep myself going for weeks,” he explained and looked back up at her. She knew it very well. Five hundred years had only added to the trauma and to the nightmares. “I’ll cut it down,” he told her. He wasn’t sure he would let completely go of them yet, but one day he might.

She understood, that had been the thing. She understood the need of not falling asleep and let old memories turn into nightmares and show just how much destruction it could take away. But she also knew how it destroyed the real world around one. Letting nightmare and reality seem so real. Her fingers glided over his face, finding small threads of the nightmare that he was talking about. She placed the finger inside of her mouth and could feel how just such a small strain was feeding her. It almost made her heart break even more, because she knew how bad it was. “Tonight, I promise you, that you will be able to sleep without any nightmares” she whispered with her lips so close to his. “You don’t need to cut down or get rid of it, but we both know just how one losses grip of reality if you don’t sleep anymore. Days mold together, things that you thought were for tomorrow happened yesterday” she whispered understanding, now it made more sense with what Iris had told when explaining why she was so upset with him. She too would have been very absent if she wasn’t sleeping anymore.

“But for that, I need you to get undressed and fall asleep first so I can make sure to take them away before they happen” she kissed him softly, moving some of his hair back as she pulled away again.

Killian closed his eyes as Eris started to find the small threads of nightmare that he had been talking about. He could almost feel an instant relief and it made his eyes get slightly wetter. “That sounds so peaceful,” he mumbled and opened his eyes just a little to notice just how close her lips were to his. She reminded him how they both knew they needed. “Yeah, I know,” he mumbled and let his fingers circle a little on her back. And just as he thought he could allow himself to sleep, Eris sweet voice reminded him of getting undressed. “Fine,” he mumbled and returned the kiss gently. He got up from the bed and started to unbutton his shirt. Sure, Killian could use his magic to undress himself within seconds, but Killian was always trying to spare how much he used his powers, just in case of emergencies. So, manually he dressed down and put his clothes away and walked back to the bed and under the covers. Instead of actually asking, he raised his duvet a bit, to invite her under or closer to cuddle. The simple presence of Eris made him relax on a whole other level. No matter if she got close or not, he would get comfortable and close his eyes and if she was close let his nose and lips seek to her hair. “Goodnight, Atarah,” he mumbled before he slowly would fall asleep.