you had been watching him for a while. Funny how a shadow nymph could be drawn to a shadowsinger. Ironic really. But no matter, you had only been watching him, there’s no harm in looking. Except tonight he seemed…down. It was the time of the solstice. And while his brothers slept the night away with their mates, he himself was alone. Perhaps there was no harm in comforting him a little? He was always surrounded by shadows, what was one more?

he was sat on the balcony of his chambers, the chill night air ruffling his hair slightly. He stared out at the city, deep in thought. You filter through the wall behind him as a shadow. Your scent wrapped around him and his shadows slowed, almost making way for you to take their place.

“You’re the one who’s been watching me…” he murmured, not turning around.