Baz was beautiful when he slept. He was beautiful in general, but even more so while he dreamt.

He’d make little expressions; faint pouts and gentle scowls and occasionally, a soft smile. His eyes brows would wrinkle together, his pale skin creasing. I’d always reach out to smooth the crinkle out with my thumb, to which Baz would sigh quietly and his face would relax. Baz was a heavy sleeper too, so if I wanted to, I could map his entire body as if I had never seen it before. I could stoke his cheeks and rub his jaw and brush a hand through his hair and he’d just snuggle closer to me.

Baz was beautiful when he slept. He was also the cutest, most adorable person on the planet. I’d probably do just about anything for him. If he asked for the moon, I’d fly up and get it. If he asked for the stars too, I’d scoop them up in a box and give it as a present. If Baz asked for the entire universe, I’d bottle it up and place it on the mantle above the fire place.

Baz makes a soft, sleepy sound and nuzzles my neck, his long limbs wrapped around my body. In return, my tail squeezes around his upper thigh and my wings flutter over him in a makeshift blanket. My arms close around his body, pulling him closer for good measure.

“I love you, Baz.” I whisper in his ear. Unable to help myself, I pepper little kisses to the shell of Baz’s ear. “You’re so bloody gorgeous, y’know that?” Of course, Baz is still sleeping soundly, so all he answers with is a quiet exhale.