“Stay with me ?” His voice echoed in embers throughout the cold, timid room. He has did it yet again, lowering down his hood in order to conceal his pained expression.

He couldn’t have had this any other way. No, he couldn’t. Your feathery embrace was the only sanctuary he needed in order to shield himself from this grieving pain.

Moze was too reckless, he’d admit, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of satisfaction once getting to finally savor the sensation of your loving wings spreading throughout this body.

He didn’t mind the scars on his skin, as long as you were near. It was almost as if you were very heaven itself— all made for him to see and relish.

“From now on, I will let you win every argument;” He stated, his head lowering in disgrace. “But just do me a favor. Should you ever linger for a while, and my soul shall be relieved.”

He raised his head, his reddened pupils now staring straight into your own. The silence was too deafening to bear. He didn’t even want to say a word— he felt more comfortable observing you, taking in the warmth of your comforting aura.

Moze was well-aware that, in this moment, he was being too dependent on you. Yet the sheer feeling of being so close to you, to be able to drown within the embrace of the heavens themselves was much more soothing than he had expected.

A faint smile appeared on his face. “… I am sorry.”