His eyes regarded the skies, a pair of sleeping beauties in his arms, flushed against his body and sleeping soundly with satisfied sighs, the perfect epilogue of a delightfully carved passionate evening.
He didn't sleep, guarding his two girls against the dangers of the forest, his ruby knife was in close proximity and Vera had also left her Rose Eagle Torn close enough to engage immediately were it needed.
But the three hoped that no such events would take place in this misty night with shining moonlight.
'Perfection...'
He sighed, feeling that even on the Earth he never felt this satisfied and complete, perhaps when people said 'materialistic' things aren't important, they were right... he's currently in a house that doesn't even have a roof, and he's happy... were the rain to fall in them, they would soak in it, but they would soak with content smiles.
