Dáinn gently cupped Cassiel's cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the remaining traces of tears that glistened on Cassiel's skin. He leaned in, his lips tenderly caressing Cassiel's cheeks in a series of soft, butterfly-like kisses. Cassiel couldn't help but giggle, the sensation sending a ticklish shiver down his spine.
Their love was a sanctuary, a place where even in the darkest of times, there was room for tenderness, laughter, and connection. Dáinn's affectionate gesture brought a moment of lightness to the heavy atmosphere, a reminder that even in grief, they could find moments of joy.
Cassiel's laughter rang out softly in the room, a melody of warmth and love. Dáinn's kiss continued, exploring the delicate contours of his mate's face, each touch carrying the promise of comfort and solace.
