#Chapter83
The limpid drumming of crystal tears hitting the small patio door that adjourned Raven's bedroom door was enthralling. They were deep and meaningful, like the loving words of a mother's bedtime prayer for her new newborn babe. It washed over them in kinetic waves, leaving behind an untouchable flush of serenity, along with a dash of fulfilment that he hadn't even been aware was missing from his life until this precise moment.
They sat by the door, his back to Raven's chest, a soft mink blanket cocooning them. The darkness of the room, broken only by the distant glow of the ballerina alarm clock Ronan had once bought the big guy as a jokey Christmas gift, held them close, peppering kisses of serenity against the timeless moment.
Ronan had closed his eyes. He'd succumbed to the gentleness of his birdie's arms. Relented to the way his heart wanted - no needed - this, and surrendered all control. And something beautiful had come from it.
