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Balia’s eyes flashed a little as Karen tried a heal pulse. She felt the power rise and saw it work as well as it could. That was a good idea. Balia might try the same. Now that she was stronger, more in control of her powers as an empath and a Goddess, she could probably help with these.

Her eyes flashed softly again and she was outlined in gentle light. Balia’s bandaged hands were cool and soothing as she took his face in them. Hushing him tenderly and kissing his forehead before laying her head on his shoulder. So she could hold him and he wouldn’t have to strain himself to grab a bite given her neck was right there. Her hair easily sliding out of the way

“Shh. Shhhhh. My King. You’re only a little late. But it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. Focus on one thing at a time. Listen to my voice. I’m here, Karen is here, you’re safe. Take what you can handle my love, you won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.” she crooned in his ear encouragingly. Her voice taking on that otherworldly musical tone that meant she was using her powers. A Heal Bell. Quiet and soothing Balia sang to him. Adding her own powers and effort to reinforce Karen’s. As well as to spread the peace and safety she knew he needed to feel. To help him have the strength to do what he needed to do to get better. The energies that were in her command rolled through the room and the rest of the hospital in calming waves. Powerful, and loving.

The auras and energies were making him tremendously weak and calm. As if he needed them, he already had medication flowing through him to keep his mind at peace and for him to sleep/rest. Coming closer, Michael lowered his head as if he were a limp doll, but caught onto Balia’s familiar...wonderful scent.

Her King. That’s right..and Polarbear? These pet names..

Listening to her voice, and holding the hand of Karen’s, Michael closed his eyes, “..Okay..” Despite that, he didn’t let his mental guard down. Karen knew and felt this and hesitated holding his hand as tightly per usual. She was near to tears, breaking a little, but trying to hold it together like Balia..

Glancing down at the sheets, she widened her eyes at the lack of..shape? In the sheets. Lack of..legs? No-his whole lower bottom of himself..!

Michael gulped, felt his cheek against a place on his lover’s neck, and finally bit in as quickly but professionally as he could. For the joy of Balia in the very least..taking in her blood, the chief only worried that he’d throw it all back up.

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It was nice. It definitely made it easier to ignore what was really going on for what was right in front of them. A nice quiet breakfast all together. It was almost normal. Even though neither of them was very normal at all. But that wasn’t a bad thing really. They’d never be bored.

Balia ate slowly so as to extend the quiet moment. Talking a little around her food. Talking about her work, or the farmer’s market in Coumarine. The food was delicious, especially the biscuits topped with some of the strawberries. Balia declined the tea in favor of some orange juice. Pausing when Baxter called and came right on in.

“Wha, hey! Baxter!” she batted his hand away from her hair, it didn’t need anymore help being wild.

“Yeah it has. How’s your Wife and kids?”

Baxter snorted at being batted away, “Oh they’re fiineee~ While we’re gone, she’s going to have her brother and his boyfriend to be around. And! I heard that ol Arth--er Julien is coming back to help. So that’ll be good.” He sighed and nabbed a biscuit,

“Ol’ Sivos said that we wouldn’t be gone long in accordance to this world. Time will be slower here than it is over there because of this...Earth, fate..thing. Sort of listening, but Wyatt was biting at his robe. It was reeeeeeally cute.” The blonde chuckled, nomming the biscuit.

Michael blinked and then squinted, “..So he’s here? Is it time to-”

“Nope! NRp!” Baxter coughed out, “Er..he is here, but we emphasized how we all needed to take our time here! Then we’ll go. So like..after this breakfast?” The engineer sat down at the table, taking bits of the food after he ate the biscuit.

“Mm..” Nervous, and uncertain, Michael glanced back at Balia, but nodded in defeat, “...If he had the bravery to face us, he should have told us head on...”

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Balia’s energies were slowly filling the room, her joy and the peace she felt that he was alive and back again. And that she was with him. Seeing color creep back into his face and light come back into his eyes made her hope even more that things would be okay. No matter what happened.

She frowned at that. He couldn’t keep food down? That wasn’t good. She could feel he wasn’t well. He was so weak, and then the welling up of nausea at the thought of blood… what had Happened? Nothing good. He’d seen too much blood? Definitely something horrific. She looked at Karen to express her worry.

“You…. you need to eat though… I understand being sick…. but you need something… and if ever it seemed like you were in need of it…. it would be now… I don’t want to lose you when I just got you back…” she softly tried to encourage him. Not wanting to push him but wanting him to be okay, and to get better. If he couldn’t take care of himself right then, then she, and Karen had to.

Karen glanced back worriedly as well and back to Michael, when upon realizing something was..off. He was off, everything was off.. She concentrated hard to try to connect with Michael again, but he was blocking her. He was so closed off..it hurt her.

She still tried though, Let..me relieve the nausea, and drink..please allow Balia to do so? Here..

With a healing pulse, the room got calmer a bit from the Gardevoir. She glanced back at the singer then to Michael.

Michael meanwhile looked up hopelessly at Balia, then to his old-time partner and finally nodded, “You’re..you’re right..both of you.” He took a deep breathe, everything inside already protesting at the thought, “..Just..not a lot..I... I..just..

Arceus.. the images...Baxter.. His fact reflected his internal crumblings and regret of being awake already. so Michael held his forehead, “..Sorry, I’m so sorry I took so long..

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At what Mike said and did with her watch Balia’s heart just melted so much. Not that it was ever hard, but she was melting. The thought that he thought her Grampa needed a place at the table and that his watch would serve that purpose while absorbing all the good energies…?

She fell in love with him even more than she was. She wished, for once, that her Grampa’s spirit would have been present in the room so she could have seen his reaction. Heard him.

“Absolutely Perfect my King. Breakfast is perfect now.” she nodded her head and moved to reach for the salsa. It was the one thing she always put on her eggs and hash-browns. Not a ton. Just a little bit to get that wonderful flavor and the little bit of spice.

Nodding, Michael shyly tucked his emotions and facial expression away to getting his plate full of everything and of course the sauces to the side in their respective bowls since he felt so daring. No time like the present, he guessed. Taking a bit of tea, enjoying the company with Balia, this breakfast was very well-done.

For once, it had felt like they were having a normal morning at last. No work, and it was their days off. No imminent danger ahead of them, no separation, no nothing..just the both of them, the watch, and their Pokemon. Michael put the reality in the back of his head, focusing on the present. However, it crashed later in the breakfast, when both of them were pretty much done, having teas when a familiar voice heard in the background.

“Guuueeeessss who~~~” Baxter opened the door, closing it behind him, and approached the couple, “..Oh! It smells great in here~ I’m very jealous.” He laughed, ruffling the top of Balia’s hair playfully, “It’s been around, huh?”

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“Yes…. y-yes it is… Because I’m not letting you leave me like that again.” Balia softly sobbed. Senses taking in everything about him again. The taste of his emotions and the sharpness of his soul, as well as the feel of his arms wrapped around her. Not to mention his scent. Her sobs were lessening as the moments went by as she reacquainted herself subconsciously to him and the world turned right side up again.

After a long while her sobs went away, melding into relieved laughter and smiles. She pulled out of his embrace to look in his eyes. She kissed every spot of his face she could, kissed his hands. She wanted, needed to know what happened but she pushed it aside for this moment, and the fact that he looked like death warmed over.

“I can’t believe you’re home. This is too real to be a dream! But what have you been doing to yourself? You look horrible PolarBear… you look… you look like you haven’t been eating for months…” she paused to bite her lip, brows furrowed in worry. She sat down on the edge of the hospital bed and brushed his bangs out of his face.

“You… look like you need a ‘bite‘ to eat…” she said softly. Looking at the door to the room before she said it. Luckily it was closed.

The more she was here, the more his murky, gray world was brightening up again. A tear rolled down his cheek at..all of this. To hear laughter, to hear her, to feel..her be real. Not a nightmare, not someone from another reality..but his Balia. Michael’s gaze softened on her-not looking too out of it like before.

The more kisses she placed upon him, the more color had seemed to appear on his face too...Balia always knew that about him. Michael cursed himself that he could ever forget being this wonderfully vulnerable with her. At the mention of eating, Michael gazed down sadly,

“I.. no.. no...no eating, I can’t keep it down. I..don’t want blood, I’ve..I’ve seen enough of it...” So much that it sickened him, especially seeing Baxter---

Michael shut his eyes, not wanting to remember such a thing, but it did make him pale and flinch. However before doing so he caught a glimpse of Balia’s hands, “..What..happened with you..” His speech was slow and filled with so much exhaustion.

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Balia loved seeing his smile. The awkward, the shy, or the even more rare just pure smile. It eased some of the trouble that was pressing down on the atmosphere of the morning. She wished it could last. She helped dish out the food and make sure everyone had enough before she and Mike sat down.

“Huh wha? Uh..” Balia looked around at the table and everyone, and everything on the table. She thought they had everything. Everything she thought they might want to go with their food. All the condiments that could go with eggs, hashbrowns, biscuits, and strawberries. Sans whipped cream. She was out of that at the moment.

“I don’t think so? I think we have everything we need and could want right here… What do you think?”

“Hm..” Michael looked to the side, thinking, then reached into his pocket for something very important. He placed it on the table, by an empty chair. Revealing it, he muttered,

“Just one more thing. This watch..it needs to soak up ever ounce of goodness. Besides, I’m sure your grandfather would have loved what we made with each other.”

Michael, you romantic cop, I s2g.

“Now..” Michael blushed, and set up his napkin, “..Now we’re good. We’re perfect, wouldn’t you say..?”

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Upon entering the room Morgana moved to a corner out of the way of everyone and every thing. She knew this was going to be a rough experience just because of the way Sivos had been trying to caution Balia.

Everything about this situation told Balia that much was wrong. Her senses were screaming at everything. Not to mention the emotional nightmare that was the average hospital. He looked about as bad as she had when they’d first met. Balia stood there in in shock. Taking in everything about him and trying to get her brain to process it all. Especially the listless way his eyes opened and stared up at the ceiling. She was overwhelmed, tears streaking her face. She had her hands out as if she needed them to break her fall, but when Michael finally spoke…. said her name she didn’t falter and was beside him in a second. She tried to soften her movements as she embraced her lover. Kissing his face and then falling on his neck and crying. Sobs no louder than a whisper, but nowhere near shallow.

“Michael~”

She thought she’d never see him again too.

Michael closed his eyes, shaking. Was this real? Or was he dead? Well, whatever it was, wherever he was, she was here, Karen was here...

He took a slow deep breathe, it was shaky but it was fine. This was all fine. Gaining some strength, Michael wrapped his arms around her tightly. He rubbed the back of her head and her back, “It’s..going to be okay..”

Anymore emotions or stress from him and Michael would be exhausted again, and he was NOT going to pass out on her. He had been asleep for too long to miss someone he had missed for all these years.

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The only help Balia maybe needed was with slicing Strawberries. They really were inundated with strawberries given it was the middle of the season and her little garden seemed to be trying to make up for lost time.

Making the dough for the biscuits was something she’d done enough in the past she could do blind folded. Though she thanked Mike when he offered to help, and even let him see how it was done in her family. With a round cookie cutter to make them as perfectly round as possible. The kitchen smelled wonderful and Balia tried to talk about anything but the obvious. Mostly she stuck to what she was planning on doing with all the food, especially the strawberries, that was coming out of her garden. And as she was telling him about how the vineyard out back behind the backyard had sprung back to life they were done.

“It does. We all make a good team I think.” she set some salsa and other things on the table that they might want on their food.

“Quite a feast for us beasts.” she gave a smile and a small laugh.

Michael laughed at that as well, realizing they were both not quite human anymore. So he smiled shyly, “Yeah..just for all of us.” He finished setting up the table of the food he made, and started to prep some tea for the both of them. Just going to take it nice and slow this morning..

Once done, he finally sat down, all of his Pokemon were eating with him. Before eating, Michael looked up at Balia, “Anything..else we need? Or...want?”

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It was something different being teleported by another Immortal. A strange sensation, and later Balia might wonder at it and if it was the same for Immortals that actually belonged to this world. But as it was all she could think about was getting to Michael as fast as they possibly could.

Until Sivos said what he did. Michael was weak? Be wary?

That made Balia finally pause and bite her lip and rub the back of her neck. Made her think that, just maybe, barging in at full tilt wasn’t that great of an idea. But her senses were already reaching out to the one she wanted to be with the most. Even as Karen was taking her hand and doing the same. She couldn’t stop. He was so close…. Balia nodded at Sivos.

“Thank you. You kept your promise. I will always be grateful.” she murmured and then turned to Karen.

“Let’s go Karen…” unsure of what she would find, and trying not to imagine every horrible thing at once. Once Karen had indeed taken them to Michael’s room a strangled gasp would sound in the silence.

When they all teleported, Sivos sighed and walked into the hospital and decided to sign them in. He didn’t want the cops being called on Balia for coming in so suddenly or disturbing the peace. Afterwards he headed to the room, and waited for them outside the door.

Once in the room Karen didn’t hesitate and teleported to Michael’s side of the bed, felt his head, and held one hand to at least find their severed connection. It was strange..he had looked the same-despite the longer hair, gruffness, and sheer exhaustion- but something was wrong..

However, at the presence of being touched by Karen’s hand and hearing Balia’s gasp, Michael opened his eyes slowly. He was in a daze, and stared blankly at the ceiling at first, not knowing where he was. On sight, Michael was hooked up to many machines-water, monitor, medicine, and food- while being covered in a blanket to keep him warm. He looked more skeletal than normal, and looked like he had lost a vital part of him-no light in his eyes.

Not only was half of him not there, but no one would notice from under the blankets. “Who..” The chief finally breathed after a pause, and finally glanced to Karen at first, “....Kare.. “ Gulping, and catching a glimpse of the familiar hair, Michael widened his eyes. He thought he wouldn’t see her again, “..Balia...”

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It just dawned on Balia but the way he was talking … we wasn’t bringing his team with him? That…. that was a frightening thought. Sure Baxter would be there… but Baxter was only one person. He couldn’t do everything and shouldn’t be expected to. Truly anything could happen to him, to the both of them while they were off fighting that demon and trying to save the person it had taken over.

“I still wish I, and we, could go with you. Then we could be sure you…. and Baxter were safe.” she murmured, ignoring her hunger pangs to extend their embrace for longer. But she couldn’t hold off for long. Adding a ‘blessing’ to the pocket-watch for him had taken a lot out of her and she was caving in. She gave him another kiss to his chin and reluctantly pulled away.

“Mnn…I hate to stop this here but I am about ready to keel over from hunger.. and I know you and everyone else here is hungry too…”

“Mmhm...” Michael nodded and let her go, “Let’s get something to eat.” He agreed and started to head to the kitchen to gather things. Karen helped him as much as she could, but stayed with helping Morgana.

The chief occasionally helped Balia, but they kept to themselves with light conversation, chatter, and sometimes silence from the Donphan in the room.

Finally...they were done, the table was set, Sivos wasn’t there, and it was all ready. He set up the plates, and murmured, “It smells fantastic..”

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Of course she felt how he was scared and his somber emotions. When he came forward to hold her she tucked her head under his chin and held him tightly. For a few moments like she could keep him from leaving. Standing in the kitchen as they were as their Pokemon were waking or were watching.

“Good… while you’re gone I’ll work hard…. and try to stay out of trouble… I will be here. I promise with everything in me…I’ll wait… or come after you if you take too long.” she kissed his neck and chin and fell still again in his arms, trying not to cry as much as he was trying not to too.

“I wish you could’ve met him, i know he would have liked you… and you know.. you remind me of him in the best ways. Gentle, quiet, hardworking, and handsome like a movie-star…” a small smile curved up her lips as she pulled away to look up at him as she said the last few words.

With one hand, he stroked the back of Balia’s hair, while his other arm held her close, listening. “Good..” he whispered, “Just..think of it like I’m just on a long trip, okay? I’ll get home as soon as possible. Do what you normally do when I’m not here.”

He took a deep breathe, “And..if you need security, then you know where my station is. They’re all reliable. Otherwise..”

His Pokemon. This will be the first time he’ll be without them, and it reminded him of when he was alone from his old team being stolen. It was frightening.. “Karen and the rest will be here to always to protect you if needed. No doubt you will..You’ll be safe.” Michael imagined what Balia’s grandfather would have been like.a movie star?

The dark-haired didn’t think himself as such, but he quietly agreed for his love, and silently just hold her for that moment. Especially cherishing holding her like this...

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“Okay. No, I think I’ll be alright. If Morgana and Karen want to help though they can do the tea and set the table? I know you like having tea with breakfast.” Had he fallen over into her she would have just laughed and hugged him for a while. But as it was they didn’t and she just held his hand as they went. Both their teams were scattered in their various sleeping places in the garden and pond, and in the house. Balia smiled and swung their linked hands a little in a happy manner as they walked through the music room into the kitchen/dining area. Morgana was there already holding something in her furry paws.

“It’s nothing I need really… just something I decided on last night before I fell asleep. I wanted to make sure I didn’t forget, and I really should be doing this on a full stomach but… well it needs to be done before… well..” she nervously let go of his hand and took the thing from Morgana. She stared at it for and moment before she started glowing and her form changed. Like it had yesterday before Sivos left. And other times before. There was a musical tone humming through her lips as her hair floated around her. The light she was emitting turned from white to pink and then green like her eyes, and then slowly moved from her body, through her arms and all collected into the item in her hand and disappeared into it. Then Balia was standing there normal again, though looking a bit tired. She held out her hands to Michael to hand him the item. A silver pocket-watch. With intricate knot-work patterns meticulously engraved into the face cover and obviously is wasn’t new.

“This is my Grandpa’s pocket-watch, he gave it to me before he died. It’s the only thing I have of him and I’m giving it to you. Filled with all the luck and my love that I can put into it. I want you to take it with you when you go. Hopefully it’ll help keep you safe.” her smile had turned a bit sad.

The moment she started glowing, the more alarmed he got. Michael stepped forward, ready to calm her down but paused at the light she was emitting. Arceus, Balia was beyond beautiful, and each time she was like this, it seemed like more he’d fallen for her. It’s too bad she was immediately exhausted afterwards, she didn’t need to put that amount of stress upon her.

Michael took the item and looked at such an elegant watch..such silver..! He’d never received anything this nice before in his whole life! And this was just his style too!

His heart dropped to hear that it was her Gradpa’s watch though. It was a family hierloom that was the most precious thing..and now Balia was giving it to him? His eyes were ready to tear up from her sad, from the story, and what a gift Balia had given him. On top of that he, too was scared..and outwardly showing it? But it was okay, Michael stepped forward and held his lover in her arms, holding her close for a quiet moment until,

“Then I know I’ll come back. Just because of you, your graces, your love, and the love of your Grandpa as well..” Michael’s voice was a little hoarse, but it was from ordering himself not to cry. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll come back for you.”

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Balia couldn’t help but giggle again when his stomach growled after her’s. She didn’t think she’d ever heard that from him.

“Sounds like we better get right on making breakfast. We’re both starving.” she chuckled. She wanted to talk to him about his unhealthy coping habits since she’d not been of the mind to last night when he’s mentioned them. But she didn’t want to spoil what little time they might have left of this day. Before Sivos came to get him.

Balia sent a thought off to Morgana to get the thing she wanted. Getting an affirmative before she took Michael’s hand and let him help her up.

“Hmm, yes. I think that’ll be nice. I’ll start on the biscuits and strawberries, you start on the eggs and hash browns? Or do you want that reversed?” she gathered her hair up and wrapped it around her neck like a scarf so it wouldn’t drag across the ground while they walked out of the tent and through the garden to the house.

‘Eh… well before we get started there’s something I want to do..”

Michael nodded, making sure to get her up. She wasn’t heavy, but his balance is always off. Luckily this wasn’t one of those times where he made a fool of himself. That would have not been good. And would have indicated that he was quite nervous about this..

“Nope, I’ll make the eggs and hash browns. Do you need any help from Karen’s end?” Ah..that’s right. He wasn’t going to be able to be with his Pokemon. This was going to be hard. A life without Pokemon surely is a life of hardships and un needed suffering.

And yet..when Balia wrapped her hair around her like a scarf, it only reminded him of his previous thought of learning how to braid. He knew Baxter knew how to braid because he wanted to prepare for potentially twin girls. But no doubt he’s going to try to braid Wyatt’s hair too.

“Oh?” He blinked, curious, “What do you need?”

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Her hands moved into his dark hair as he nuzzled her cheek. A soft sigh, almost a purr, escaping her lips at it.

“I am so happy. You, and the fact that you opened up to me last night made be very happy…I am blessed.” her smile spoke of absolute contentment, and as he should know, or would come to know, her true feelings were never hidden, especially from him.

“Also that you taste like mint. Sure the reason why isn’t good. But I still enjoy you tasting yummy.” her giggle was a tad wicked, and her eyes twinkled as she moved to hold his free hand.

“Hummm… I’m thinking eggs, hash-browns and corned-beef-hash. Or instead of hash-browns I could make some biscuits? Does that sound good? And we are overrun with strawberries from the patch outside so we have those too.” she really was very hungry this morning, and her stomach growled just as she finished her sentence.

At the mention of all of that food, his stomach made an embarassing growl. Michael shrunk a little and got himself up carefully, “Those sounds great. I’ll help you with any one of those things. The strawberries will be...nice too.”

Sighing, Michael was also reminded of his bad habit he picked up. ..But dang it did ground and calm him down. He wants at least comforted to know that the amount of mint he was taking was working with the smell. He’s very clean and wants to stay clean despite his habits.

Gathering his cane and getting up, he came back to Balia and brought down his hand to offer to help her up, “Biscuts sound good. With nice eggs and hash browns..hm?”

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“Mm-hm…” Her smile was bright and she giggled sleepily at the second kiss.

“Better than I have in a while.” She yawned and stretched while he sat up. Scratching her head and pushing the massive Pyroar mane that was her hair in the morning out of her face. Then she sat up too.

“Come back here~!” Balia reached out to pull him in for another, but less sleepy kiss. Lingering on it for a long while. Her senses were gently warning her of what was to come and she wanted to ignore it for as long as she could.

“I didn’t want last night to end.” She murmured when she pulled out of that kiss and pressed her forehead to his.

“I think… We deserve a nice breakfast, don’t you? Uninterrupted. If that’s possible I’ll take that. Anything I can get you my King? Cook for you?”

“Ah--heh..” Michael was surprised, but he embraced the surprise from her kiss. That was a really nice surprise. He blushed, trying to gather the words, but at least his arm anchored himself so he wouldn’t fall into his lover.

Gentle, the dark-haired nuzzled Balia’s cheek, “Me neither.. you looked so happy..” Michael breathed, loving her Pyroar-like mane. It was so much hair, but it was always so gorgeous. He’d never felt this way, but whenever he looked at it, the more that he had the urge to research braiding techniques and try to braid it for her. The hair reminded him of Rapunzel in a sense..

His blush deepened and responded, “Yeah, it’s possible. Let’s make some breakfast-you don’t have to cook alone. You know I like anything on the dry side..” Kissing her on the nose one last time, Michael continued, “What do you feel like?”

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All night Balia had fought with her exhaustion to keep awake. Determined that this sweet sweet moment between her and her beloved wouldn’t end. And end with her waking to find an empty space beside her. But despite her fight she had finally closed her eyes and slept, holding onto him tight. It had rained softly all night, helping her sleep deeply and peacefully straight through till the morning.

The Morning dawned with gentle light and birds twittering in the coolness and stillness. She stirred slightly when Michael move at first, and then sighed when he pressed that kiss to her cheek and called her name. Aqua lashes fluttered open and sleep glossed spring green eyes fixed on his face. A dreamy smile crossed her lips at him.

“G'morning m'Pobear King.” She sighed, delighted to wake up to see him beside her. She new she could easily get used to that.

“Hey..” Michael sighed with her, immediately relaxing now, “Sleep okay?” He gave one last kiss before sitting back up. But his dark blue gaze didn’t leave the sigh of his lover below him. He was going to relish this moment for as long as he could. This Spirit will be damned if he came and interrupted this..

“Anything I can get for you? You finally went to sleep..”

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Well yesterday was something that came out of a dream come true. There both Michael and Balia laid in the pillow fort peacefully. The cop’s eyes fluttered open at feeling something out of the ordinary. It was..morning, right?

Slowly, Michael released his lover and glanced outside; yup, it was morning. He knew that Sivos was going to be coming soon..today was the day, he knew it..

Biting his tongue, he laid back in right by Balia, contemplating waking her up or not. That Spirit’s presence was in the air, though...either he was going to wake Balia, or it would surely be that blonde goofball.

Glancing over, Michael finally kissed her on the cheek and started to twiddle her hair a little bit, “Balia..” he hushed, trying to memorize her features. Anything could happen on this trip..anything.

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