ladyramora:

(Thank you so much, anon! I don’t think I’ve written G’raha Tia before, so I hope you like this?)

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A dream is a wish your heart makes

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Finding him is always a bit of a game. Not unlike the first game he had initiated on your first meeting, but perhaps a bit more fun. Hide and Seek without the need to fight.

You’ll usually find him surrounded by books, or mayhap even practicing his archery. He is always so very pleased to see you.

His delight made plain by the perking of his ears and the curling of his tail. The force of his beaming smile. The happy curve of his red eyes.

You know naught how touching him feels so very real when walking in his dreams, but you are thankful for it all the same. To feel the warmth of his body. To bask in his scent. To taste.

Yes, to savor the taste of his lips against yours. Through dreams had your relationship slowly blossomed from friendship to to flirtation, to outright romance. Did you love him? Without pause you could say with certainty that yes, you did love him. Very much so.

So much that you could not stay away for long. You missed him so in the waking hours that you found yourself eager for the time of sleep.

The sound of his laugh washes over you like warm sunlight as you take a running jump into his arms.

You send him tumbling in your eagerness, and the room he’d been practicing shifts to your preferred bedroom in hardly a blink as you fall back to land on his bed. Likely the one he had chosen to sleep until it was time to wake again.

You curl yourself around him, snuggling into the warmth of his embrace. Smiling, and sharing tales of your exploits as he rubs at your back. His voice rumbling through you with your face resting on his chest.

His tail flickering over your fingers until you give in and stroke over his fur.

You talk for hours on end. Holding one another close. Dragging your hands over his skin, kissing him sweetly. Stroking your fingers over his twitching ears. Tracing the markings under those ruby red eyes.

He smiles, always, and grasps your hand to kiss at your fingertips.

Your time together is never enough.

You tell him so, and still he only smiles.

“I could spend a thousand lifetimes with you, and still it would not be enough.”

What a romantic, you think, and proceed to kiss him senseless.

He tells you he loves you, softly, sweetly.

Soon you will wake again.