Eventually he resettles off of 'his' perch upon the rock, and finds a spot in the sand to sprawl out, his back resting against a fallen log where he can allow his wings to drape behind him comfortably.
He cannot ever recall seeing this many stars.
Keeping himself grounded here to this place, he digs his hands into the sand and stares at the sky. There are sometimes no words to describe what one is seeing, and this is one of these moments. He simple allows the light to filter through his eyes and into his soul, as he Listens.
Her heart. His heart. Her lungs. His lungs. The waves. The stars.
It is not until the first hints of the upcoming dawn begin to blot the faintest of the stars from the sky that he moves back to the space beside the fire where he had left their bag. Within it is a pair of woven blankets, thick enough to ward off any chill, and he silently creates a 'nest' for himself, curling up atop one while another is draped over himself.
While watching her sleep, he drifts off himself as the sun threatens the horizon.
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He cannot ever recall seeing this many stars.
Keeping himself grounded here to this place, he digs his hands into the sand and stares at the sky. There are sometimes no words to describe what one is seeing, and this is one of these moments. He simple allows the light to filter through his eyes and into his soul, as he Listens.
Her heart. His heart.
Her lungs. His lungs.
The waves. The stars.
It is not until the first hints of the upcoming dawn begin to blot the faintest of the stars from the sky that he moves back to the space beside the fire where he had left their bag. Within it is a pair of woven blankets, thick enough to ward off any chill, and he silently creates a 'nest' for himself, curling up atop one while another is draped over himself.
While watching her sleep, he drifts off himself as the sun threatens the horizon.