Making a Connection

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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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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."