It's been ages since a new blossom appeared in his realm. At first he hates it hated you, how you stood out, too white, too pure. But it's been ages and he got to learn that his hatred was denial all along. You were his hope, his little bit of light in tje darkness. A new love.

You lay in his arms, his fingertips running up and down your spine, your head laying on his chest, as you try to fall asleep. You hum a song you do not remember fully, something left fromy your mortal life...

"This song again...." Viego muttered. "Downstairs it get boring?"