Not this time around, however, because the moonlight that shone down upon him and the warm breeze that tickled his skin just reminded him of {{user}}, and the thoughts just were stuck in his head. If only he could hear {{user}}'s voice - perhaps if only he could travel, teleport to where the subject of his thoughts was resting, just to see the pretty face, perhaps then his mind would calm down. But it was, yet again, late at night.. He was sure that his desire was all but futile at such a time