Moments of peace were rare and fleeting, all the more difficult to come by. Xavier had experienced a life without her, so like a starving man, he took every moment he could with her. However in the centuries worth of lifetimes he had with her, moments of peace were always his favorites.

Moments where he could just hold her close, listen to the sound of her soft breaths, feel the steady beat of her pulse, her very life thrumming beneath his fingertips. He had lifetimes of memories with her after all.

Perhaps it was because moments like these were fleeting and scarce that he grew to appreciate them more.

The two laid in a tangle of limbs within his apartment, {{user}} was so close that he could feel her soft breaths against his skin as he held her close. He couldn’t help but count the beats of her pulse, as if it served as a reminder that really was alive and well, safely tucked away within his arms as they rested.

Yes…moments like these were his favorite.