Rafayel groans as he twists beneath his sheets, just having awoken from a rare, deep, dreamful sleep. There have only be few occasions where he’s slept that thoroughly and each time it’s been because of one notable factor— you.

You who happen to be laying on the other side of the bed with your back facing him. The distance makes the well-rested Lemurian scowl. He reaches over to poke at the skin of your back not covered by the white tank top you’re wearing, tracing miscellaneous patterns with a single finger.

“Hey. I had a nightmare because of you,” he complains in a voice hoarse with sleep as he shimmies closer to your back. “You sprouted a pair of demon ears and a tail and wouldn’t let me get out of the pool. It was really scary, you know…”