Making a Connection

[dreamlinks]

Mirar was true to his word. He left his pocketwatch in his room, and went to find Auraya. By this stage, he knew the patch to her room almost as well as his own. He visited her as often as he could, and by dreams when he could not. He still missed the days when they’d been able to share, on the Charon. Although everything about the ship had been so strange and foreign, at least they’d had each other. The city had thus far been more hospitable, but in that short time, Mirar had gotten used to being close to her. Of course he missed it.

Reaching her door now, he knocked just briefly.

“Auraya? I’m here to keep that promise. Let me in!”


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[wildofthesky]

He could stay inside of her all he wanted. Close to her, in her, however he liked it. Just so long as she got to hold him in her arms and feel the warmth of his body against hers. He was so very real in her arms. She smoothed her hands along his back, as if finding it hard to believe he was real. But he was real. And he was perfect. And he was hers and she was his.

She looked up at him as he leaned up, her arms still around him as her eyes met his. She stroked his cheek gently as he spoke.

"It was," she nodded in agreement. "I'm so lucky to have found you so early. I've rarely been without you all my life, Mirar. I could have been so unlucky as you. Waiting a thousand years to find someone as perfect as me." She shook her head and tsked softly, very clearly amused as she stroked his cheek as if soothing him. "To be so long deprived of me. You'll never be without me again." She looked about to laugh at her own ego.

[dreamlinks]

If she was about to laugh, Mirar did laugh. It sounded so strange to hear Auraya talking about herself like that. But in truth, she was not wrong. He had been a different person before he'd known her, a person quite detached from the person he was now. He wouldn't want to again be the person who thought himself incapable of love. He had been waiting for her. He just hadn't known it.

His hand cupped her cheek in turn, and he ran his thumb along it while he leaned into her hand.

"You say it like a joke," he said, shaking his head and smiling at her. "But you are right. You are perfect, and I do not want to be without you. In our own world, in this world, in any world. I can be content, so long as I am with you. Once, I would not have believed that of myself."

He'd never felt at home in a physical place. But he felt it with her, now. So long as he was with her, he was happy.

[wildofthesky]

She had just been making a joke, but Mirar had taken it a step deeper. Not that she minded, but it was a shift for her to hear him so serious when she had been light about it. But she didn't exactly know what it was like for Mirar, in all honesty. She joked about his time before her, but what did he think about that time compared to now? She didn't doubt his loyalty to her, but it was still a shift for him.

Apparently he seemed to think her joking wasn't far off base.

She leaned her face into his touch as he cupped her cheek.

"Then may I always make you content, for you will always be with me," she answered him. She lost her edge of humor and was just as serious as him now as she looked up at him. "I love you."

[dreamlinks]

He lay beside her, fingers moving gently against her cheek. His smile was a little lopsided, and definitely peaceful. He was settled with her. It was easy to do this, easy to talk to her, even though this was the part of the romantic encounter that he generally found to be a strain. Pillow talk. Idle chatter. Men weren't good at it, typically speaking It was something Mirar had trained himself to do.

But with Auraya, it came naturally. He was not certain why that was, but he suspected it had more to do with her than with him. Perhaps it was simply that in her case, it genuinely was about more than sex. It had never been that way with anyone else. Perhaps that was the explanation.

"I love you as well. I always have." He said those words, and in saying them, he knew they were true. He had loved her even before he had realised it. "Always is a long time. I'm only glad that you're willing."