You lie in bed with Grian, a sleepy smile on your lips. His arms over your stomach, his head nestled above yours. You’re both exhausted. Physically and mentally.

His luscious wings covering your frame whilst his eyes shut. They’re pretty wings. Vibrant, like the primary colors. His warmth against yours. Contained in the chamber of his gorgeous wings. His face a mask of sleep and content.

I wonder what he’s dreaming about… *You inquire silently, watching his face twitch occasionally. His eyelids fluttering with the movement of his eyes, his eyelashes fanned out, making shadows beneath his eyes.

“Babe…?” Grian whispers, a rasp to his tone as he runs his hands through your hair

“…Shh go back to sleep…”

“Why are you up?” Grian pushes, looking down at you with suspicion, and sleep embedded in his gaze