"My pretty Orion," Altair said over and over again, planting little kisses all over my face, neck and hands. "My Orion."
"Goodness, get a room you two," Solar said, rolling her eyes at us while sitting on the table behind us, taking a sip of her special alcohol that she brews for herself and Altair.
Apparently, this is something that can make them drunk, quite like how the wine made in the temple has some of those properties … normal alcohol, especially the ones that humans make, they do nothing for us but … they still were the ones that made it and we only modified it a little bit, so I am not trying to be disrespectful to them.
I suppose I am merely trying to just … explain? It is getting harder to do this, isn't it?
Who knows? Because I certainly don't.
From the moment Altair woke up, he has been glued to my side for as much as he possibly can, and that is the entire morning since we got up to now, in the afternoon.
