The morning After
22nd of Summer 516AV
The room was silent. Dull fires lit the shadows dancing across the walls. Stilled breath of two lovers escaped from beneath warm blankets. Skin against skin in a warning embrace as the two slept passionately together. Him on his back arms around her holding her close as her head gently lay on his barren chest. His legs open allowing her to nestle her own between them as she laid on her side next to him. Her hand delicately placed above his heart, comforting her while she soundly slept in his arms. Their own comforts heightened by the close proximity of each other. Safe. Secure. Passionate. 22nd of Summer 516AV
Epifanio had never enjoyed the comforts of a woman in such a manner. He had never fallen asleep with one in his arms. Aliana was his first. His first to stay after making love. His first to kill him. Aliana was perhaps the richest gem he had found in Avanthal. Her tempest like that of a violent snow storm. Her passion glowing brighter than any glowstone. Her smile devious and tempting. Her body alluring and strong.
She quickly made him forget. Forget about his worries in this world. Forget about his act about the city. Forget that love wasn’t real. His construed values in life, his principles and antics of being a ladies man. She complimented his more tender attributes, and there she was. He felt her presence through even sleeping. He ever tight grasp on him. As of not wanting to let him go. It only made him tighten his against her. He didn’t want to let her go.
His dreams would have once been a feverish nightmare, but instead made him smile while he slept. His devotion to music only paired by the ultimate devotion to another. A devotion lasting and uncompromising. His dreams that of a future he could never believe to actually come true.
Slowly opening his eyes he was met by stray hair that wasn’t his own. At first confused he looked over to Aliana still asleep upon his chest. Her soft skin pressing against his, warming his body. Smiling he reached down and kissed her forehead slightly. After he sung soft words into her ear she wouldn’t understand in Vantha. “Aliana, how you treat me so. I think I’ve fallen. Fallen in love with you.”
As he finished the words slight tears pushed from his eyes, and he couldn’t understand it. He was happy, but didn’t understand why he had water coming from his eyes. Closing them he cuddled Aliana closer to his body and dozed off again in a light sleep.
Shimoje was here?