Beneath the bloodstained moon, harsh, rugged breaths broke the silence, followed by laughter. Altair tilted his head to the pale face of Reina, who'd collapsed next to him.
"What are you laughing at?" She asked him, following the spasming of her muscles and the drool pooling beneath her lips.
Altair lifted himself up, ignoring the weakness of his physique, his shadow looming over the young woman glaring up at him. He carried himself to her, amused, and pressed his fingers against the plump of her cheeks.
A wild blush surfaced over the young maiden's face. "W-W-What are you doing?"
"What do you mean?" Came his mischievous reply. He leaned down, fingers treading through strands of silky red hair, softer than the finest silk. "You always poke my cheeks when we sleep together. Hehe, oh. I never got to ask how your hair became so blood red, did I?"
