[ With both hands to receive the faint tremor in her body, he confirms that she is indeed sick. She, of course, speaks no word of it. She has eyes only for him right now as she guides his face to meet hers.
Eyes and hair of crimson shine from the light of the crystal, amplifying her ethereal visage. In those eyes, Somnus sees warmth and appreciation for the life within him. But his soul, though molded by the gods after his death, is tainted with envy and far from beautiful.
Her forehead comes down to rest on his, and he reciprocates with a slight forward pressure from his end. So long as he's here, her thoughts won't wander. ]
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Eyes and hair of crimson shine from the light of the crystal, amplifying her ethereal visage. In those eyes, Somnus sees warmth and appreciation for the life within him. But his soul, though molded by the gods after his death, is tainted with envy and far from beautiful.
Her forehead comes down to rest on his, and he reciprocates with a slight forward pressure from his end. So long as he's here, her thoughts won't wander. ]
Then I will be here.