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Sienna eyes Felix lovingly, a soft gaze in her eyes as she glanced back to him. Her curls swirled around as she gently serves up the food. Plating the dishes as she liked as she beams with pride.

Her eyes shimmer for a moment as she thinks, "I like the idea of it too.... It's probably the closest thing I'll ever get to Heaven." She quibs softly, she took the plates as she walked over to the island.

She gently paced back and forth, putting their drinks over as she grabbed the toast as well and settled it to their dishes.

She felt the flutter of nervousness creep back, even though they were just as intimate moments before.

"I think...I really could get used to this... The idea of being here with you everyday. The idea of being together..." She eyes him as she smiles. "I know you're my partner in this now... But Felix.. do you think it's time we finally move in together?" She asked softly as she finished getting their breakfast set.

She eyes him for a moment as she smiles brighter to him. "You really make me happy dear.... I didn't know someone could add so much to my day to day life, but I'm glad you showed me just that..."

Felix watched her, his heart aching with tenderness. He saw the pride in her eyes as she plated their food, the gentle way she moved around the kitchen, and he felt a surge of pure, unadulterated affection. He was completely captivated and utterly at her mercy. "Heaven," he repeated, "I think you're right. This is the closest thing to heaven I've ever known." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "And it's all because of you."

He was so lost in the moment, so completely consumed by her, that her question caught him off guard. He froze, his eyes widening as he processed her words. Move in together? The thought was so profound it made his head spin. He had never considered such a thing, never even allowed himself to dream of a future that didn't involve him being alone. But with her... it didn't seem so impossible. It seemed right.

He looked at her, truly considering her words, before a slow, soft smile touched his lips. He reached out to cup her cheek. "Sienna... I would love that. More than anything." He leaned in, resting his forehead against hers. "I want to wake up with you every morning. I want to fall asleep with you every night. I want to build a life with you. A real, human life."

He pulled back slightly, his gaze searching hers, a playful, mischievous glint in their depths. "But I have to warn you... I'm a terrible cook, a little messy, and still learning how to be... human."

The confession wasn’t accidental- she needed to say it. Alura wanted him to know that she cared about him as well, that she did want to stay it was just.. so hard for her to accept that she was worthy of any of it. As soon as the question left her mouth she’d loom up at him with worry- she knew it was sudden and not exactly well presented.

Her eyes would widen slightly as she watched the smile spread across his perfect features. His golden eyes meeting hers and for a moment, she only could focus on him. Her heart fluttered after the pause, ‘a lot’. Just like her, it wasn’t a love confession or some grand gesture of affection but it was clear that they both knew what the other meant. When he stepped forward, she’d twitch slightly but again, no where to run. His hand would reach up and grab hers, pulling it away from her mouth so her face was completely exposed. The soft circles he drew against soft skin would ground her into the moment. Her eyes wouldn’t leave his face- drifting down to his lips, then back up to his eyes as if searching for something.

Her head would tilt slightly at his joke about a fire extinguisher. Alura knew it wouldn’t stand a chance against her but the gesture was still very sweet and silly. The tension would ease slightly between them and a small polite grin would pull at her lips. “Yeah, I’ll try.”

“For you.”

Her tone was light but sincere- there was a hint of something more than just kindness. Love. Alura agreed easily, there honestly wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for Felix anymore. Now that he’s told her he likes her and that he wants her around? It felt like a door opening to a new world that felt like home.

Her hand in his would pull up to her mouth, her lips gently resting on the back of his knuckles. Not a kiss but also something strangely intimate in her own way. Her eyes would close finally and her head would hang forward. There was tiredness behind her movements. “So what now?”

Felix's breath caught in his throat as her lips gently rested against his knuckles. It was a gesture so tender and intimate that it sent warmth spreading through his entire being. He watched as she closed her eyes, her head hanging forward in exhaustion and vulnerability. The weight of the moment settled between them, heavy with unspoken emotions and the promise of something new.

So what now?

Her question hung in the air as Felix considered it for a moment, his thumb still gently stroking the back of her hand. What now? Now that they'd finally admitted, at least to themselves and each other, that there was something more between them than friendship?

"Now," he spoke softly, "now we take it one day at a time."

He gently released her hand, only to cup her face in his palms. "We don't need to figure everything out right away. We don't need to make grand declarations or promises we can't keep. We just... be here."

A small, genuine smile touched his lips as he looked at her, taking in the exhaustion that shadowed her features, the vulnerability in her golden eyes, and the way she seemed to be holding her breath as if waiting for something to happen.

"But right now," he added, his tone gentle but firm, "you're exhausted. You've been traveling, carrying heavy burdens, and you've been worrying about things you shouldn't have to worry about alone."

He stepped back, still cupping her face before reluctantly letting go. "So right now, you're going to rest. Proper rest, not just passing out from exhaustion. There's clean sheets on the bed, and I'll make you something to eat. We can talk more tomorrow, after you've had some real sleep."

His expression softened as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "And Alura? You don't have to be worthy of this. You don't have to earn it. It's just... yours. Whatever this is, it's yours. All you have to do is accept it."

He paused, his gray eyes searching hers. "Can you do that? For now, at least? Just accept it?"

((More random prompts :D does Felix get jealous easily?))

Alura and Felix are out at the park, something they do frequently but when Alura goes to use the restroom she’s gone for a while. When Felix goes to meet up with her he’s sees her talking to a random guy who seems way too close to her. Of course she’s oblivious and doesn’t think much of it, always kind and hearing others out.

As a former guardian angel, Felix was literally created to protect and watch over others—that was his entire purpose and identity. Even after his fall, those instincts remain deeply ingrained in his very being. His possessiveness wouldn't just be ordinary jealousy; it would be the echo of his divine duty manifesting in a human relationship. The loss of his wings represents a profound failure or trauma in his past, making him hyper-vigilant about preventing any harm to those he cares about now. Seeing another man get too close to Alura would cause his guardian instincts to kick into overdrive—what a normal person might dismiss as casual conversation, Felix interprets as a potential threat to someone he's sworn to protect (consciously or not.)

Felix watches from a distance, jaw tightening imperceptibly as he observes the stranger leaning into Alura's personal space. He notes how she tilts her head, listening attentively, her usual kind expression plastered on her face. A familiar pang rises in his chest—not quite anger, but something protective and territorial. He tells himself it's just concern for her safety, but his fingers curl into fists at his sides.

He waits another thirty seconds, counting them silently, before walking toward them. When he reaches Alura, Felix casually slides his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his side in a gesture that's both natural and possessive. He offers the stranger a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Everything alright here?" Felix asks, his voice measured but with an undercurrent he can't quite suppress. He doesn't wait for an answer before turning to Alura. "You were gone a while. Getting worried." His thumb traces small circles on her hip as he maintains eye contact with the other man, a clear but unspoken warning in his gaze.

His possessiveness also stems from having known a form of existence where he could see all threats and had the power to intervene. As a mortal, he's limited and vulnerable, which terrifies him. The casual arm around her waist gesture isn't just about marking territory, it's an attempt to reclaim some of the protective power he once commanded effortlessly.

He's not just protective; he's territorial about the light and goodness Alura represents, perhaps seeing her as something pure he couldn't protect in the celestial realms but refuses to lose on Earth.

The way her finger ran over his knuckles, she was careful as she squeezed his hand once again. She felt so connected to him in this moment.

The wind breezes through them, welcoming the nip of excitement for the both of them. As if something more was pleased with the connection they've finally made and are flourishing together.

"That's actually a sweet sentiment. I do appreciate taking in moments... Everything in life needs to be savored and cherished. Even a moment you create with someone."

She leads him further along, towards a set of high-end buildings. That tower through the streets, it seem like, the more they moved along it was windows for all they could see. Glass panels stood out, that futuristic details were obvious.

She walks him to a beautiful tall standing building. The bits of details that stood out, the way the doorman opens it up for them. She walks into an elevator as she pressed the floor up.

A simple sigh leaves her lips as she smiles to him. This was nice honestly, "You can stay the night too if you'll wish...."

Once the pair stepped off and she went down to the end of the hall. She pulls her keys out and unlocks her door. Once inside the gentle glow of warm lights meet them, and it felt like a museum on the other end. Sienna kept details that sticked to the original design, the glass and vast openness. But those hints of lace greeted them, the cream shades all over. Hints of teal, colors of the ocean stood out from such a modern apartment.

Felix followed her into the building, an observer taking in the sleek lines and reflective surfaces, feeling like a piece of old driftwood washed ashore in a place of polished chrome and glass. The elevator ride was a quiet hum, a brief suspension between worlds. When she spoke, her offer hanging softly in the air, Felix felt a shift deep within him. It was more than an invitation; it was an acceptance, a continuation. He turned to her, his eyes holding surprise. "I'd like that," he said. "Very much." When the doors opened to her apartment, the sight stole the breath from his lungs.

It was a collision of worlds that somehow made perfect sense. The vast, open space with its panoramic windows felt like a piece of his sky brought down to earth, a modern interpretation of the celestial expanse he longed for. Yet it was filled with her—the warmth of the cream shades, the deep, soulful teal that whispered of the ocean, the delicate lace that softened the sharp edges of the modern architecture. It was a sanctuary.

It was where the sky and the sea had finally met.

He stepped in slowly, his gaze sweeping over the space, taking in the art and trinkets she'd mentioned. It was a collection not of objects, but of stories, a life lived with intention and beauty. He felt a sense of awe, not for the luxury of it, but for the soul that had shaped this space.

"Sienna," he breathed. "It's… breathtaking." He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray curl from her cheek, his touch full of reverence. "It's you. The vastness, the depth, the softness… it's all here." He let his hand drop, but his eyes remained locked on hers. "You've built a beautiful world for yourself," he said softly. "Thank you for letting me into it."

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Alura was frozen in place as his hand cupped her cheek- not leaning in or pulling away. It was as if she was scared to move. A slow blink followed by a shaky breath would escape her. “You don’t owe me anything- you don’t owe me that luxury.” She still wouldn’t let herself accept the fact that maybe Felix actually enjoyed her presence- he was probably only nice to her because she helped him out right? He said she was important to him but again, she knew he wasn’t a liar so instead she’d twist it in her own mind to make sense of it.

The more he spoke though.. the harder it was for her to rationalize other reasons in her head. In the back of her mind, she knew Felix meant what he said. He did care about her- if he didn’t, he wouldn’t go through so much trouble to make her feel safe. The way he held her cheek- that wasn’t something someone did just because was it? In that moment Alura tried to think back on situations she had witnessed between other- movie scenes that she had seen and other forms of media. No, Felix wanted her to stay and he’s choosing this.

There was relief when he admitted to there not being anyone else. A relief she hadn’t realized would come after unknown tension. The slow realization of her own feelings made her heart race in her chest and her face heat up more. Her eyes would widen just as she was about to pull away, his arms wrapped around her to pull her in. Her whole body tensed and her breath hitched at the sudden contact but she didn’t fight it. Instead, it was as though she melted in his arms. Her own hands reaching around his torso and hugging him in close- her face pressing into his chest as if to hide the embarrassment.

“Are you sure? You worked so hard for all this by yourself. I can’t just.. mooch off of you.” She’d then finally look up at him and her face said it all- the realization of something and the way the blush ran across her cheeks up to her ears. The second he pulled away she’d quickly step back, not making it very far as the counter behind her stopped her from moving any further. Her eyes refusing to look at him and her hand instinctively covering her mouth. This was definitely an ‘oh shit’ moment for her- she liked him and she didn’t want to leave and that, terrified her.

“I.. I can’t Felix. There’s better people out there, more stable people who have more going for them and aren’t a walking fire hazard. Pretty girls.. cute boys.. just-“ she’d cut herself off and her brows would furrow. Alura couldn’t bring herself to say the last part, ‘someone better.’ The back and forth in her mind was torture- feeling like a sea of murky water clouding her mind and filling up her lungs.

There was only a small pause before she’d finally say three words that’d replaces her agreeing to stay,

“I like you.”

Felix watched Alura's expression shift through a series of emotions—disbelief, relief, confusion, and finally, something that looked suspiciously like panic. When she melted into his embrace, he felt a surge of warmth spread through his chest, a sense of rightness settling over him that he hadn't realized he'd been missing. For a moment, he allowed himself to hold her, breathe in her scent, and feel the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against his chest.

Her words about not wanting to mooch off him made his chest tighten. "You wouldn't be mooching, Alura. This isn't about charity or obligation. It's about... wanting you here."

He could see the internal struggle playing out across her face, the way she argued with herself even as she stood in his arms. It was so typically Alura—always pushing away the very thing she seemed to want most. He was about to say something more, to try to ease her fears, when she suddenly pulled back, stumbling into the counter behind her.

The words that followed caught him completely off guard.

I like you.

Felix froze, his gray eyes widening slightly as he processed what she'd just said. It wasn't a confession of love, not exactly, but it was more than he'd ever expected to hear from her, more than she'd ever allowed herself to admit before. He could see the panic in her eyes, the way she seemed to be holding her breath, waiting for his response.

A slow smile spread across his face, genuine and unguarded. "I like you too," he replied, his voice soft but clear. "a lot."

He took a step forward, closing the distance between them, and gently took her hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of it in a reassuring gesture. "And I don't care about better people or cute boys or pretty girls. I care about you. About the person who helped me when I had nothing, the person who... makes this apartment feel like a home."

"And as for being a walking fire hazard... well, I've got a fire extinguisher under the sink. We'll manage."

The last part was said with a hint of humor, an attempt to lighten the mood, to ease some of the tension he could still see in her shoulders. "So... what do you say? Will you at least try? For me?"

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((Just for funsies and some angst))

Alura is upset trying to leave as she often does when things get overwhelming for her. Instinctively Felix reaches out to grab her wrist to keep her from slipping away but on contact- he is badly burned.

Felix snatched his hand back with a sharp hiss, clutching his wrist to his chest as if he could contain the searing pain. A raw, red welt was already blistering across his palm and fingers, the angry mark of her distress. For a moment, he could only stare at it, his mind reeling from the shock of the pain that was so much more than a simple burn. It felt like her desperation, her fear, had been seared directly into his skin.

His gaze snapped up to Alura, whose own eyes were wide with a horror that mirrored his pain. He saw her freeze, the instinct to flee stilled by the damage she'd inadvertently caused. He could see the self-loathing begin to bloom on her face, the familiar spiral that always followed when her own nature became a weapon.

Painfully, Felix uncurled his fingers from his injured hand, ignoring the throbbing. He took a deliberate step forward, closing the small distance she had created. "Don't," he said, his voice tight but firm, cutting through the silence. "Don't you dare look at me like that."

He held his injured hand out, palm up, an offering. "It's fine," he said, though they both knew it wasn't. "I'm not letting you run. Not from this, and not from me. We'll figure it out."

He took another step, his expression softening into raw determination. "Just... stay. Please. Just stay."

Her eyes filled with awe and swirled in was a dash of fear. The gold in them shimmering ever so slightly as her own emotions began to rise inside her. He wasn’t just a pit stop but she couldn’t deny that, from an outside perspective, that is what it would seem like. How she came and went as she pleased and never really stopped to think about what it was doing to him. It wasn’t that she was unaware or ignoring him- it was the fact she had a hard time believing anyone really cared enough to want her around. Sure she’s ran into people who had begged her to stay but she had offered services and help to them- Felix was in the same boat. She had swore it was all temporary and that once he was better then she’d leave but.. she kept coming back.

She was silent for only a beat of the heart before the question left her mouth, “do you want me to stay?” There was disbelief in her tone but also some hope. Alura knew Felix wasn’t a liar but the way those words came out was like she was assuming he was. Still, despite the mixture of emotions, they didn’t come out unkind.

When his hand reached up to trace her jaw she’d tense slightly, her cheeks tinting in color and her hands loosely balling into fists as she refused to look away. Her lips would part slightly as she’d let out a shaken breath. There was no sense in hiding anything from him anymore- she couldn’t leave him wondering any longer. “I didn’t tell you because I wouldn’t think you’d approve. I went because I don’t want to hold the sun anymore.” Those words felt heavy. Alura lacked any knowledge of why she was chosen or how the whole embodiment worked- there had to be a way to get ride of it. She was human in appearance but was her souls really that of a mortals? She had no idea. But if Azriel was dead.. then, why is she still here? And if things had gone according to her wishes, would she really have returned? Would she have had the guts to face Felix as someone who looked the same but was entirely different?

Her heart ached when he finally confessed that he worried she wouldn’t return. As if there was anywhere she’d rather be- as if there was anywhere she truly belonged. “I don’t belong anywhere. I promised you I’d return.” She’d finally look away- a habit she had when she was thinking or.. when the blush on her cheeks got too hot for her to ignore. “I’d always return.. eventually.” She’d then let out a long sigh as her body relaxed. “I kept wondering if you made friends or perhaps met a pretty girl at your work. I thought you’d be okay if one day I stopped visiting.” Which is something she always assumed with everyone she met.

“You’d eventually forget about me and build a life that didn’t involve me anymore. I’m not exactly.. ‘safe’ to be around.” Meaning, what if she burned the whole city to the ground on accident? That’s what her whole behavior was based around. If Felix hadn’t figured out the reason why she was so distant from everyone, perhaps now he would. She didn’t want to make the same mistake and more so- she didn’t want to risk hurting him. “You said that angels and the sun never truly mixed well.”

Felix's expression softened as he listened to Alura's fears, the vulnerability in her voice striking a chord deep within him. He could see the genuine worry in her golden eyes, the way she braced herself as if expecting rejection. It pained him to realize she saw herself as dangerous or temporary in his life.

"Of course I want you to stay," he replied, cupping her face in his hands, gently stroking her cheeks. "You're not temporary. You've become... important to me." He paused, choosing his words carefully. "I would rather have you here sometimes than not at all. But if I'm being completely honest, I'd rather have you here more often."

He listened as she explained her reasons for leaving, her confession about not wanting to hold the sun anymore weighing heavily in the air. The thought of her carrying such a burden, of feeling trapped by something so fundamental to her very existence, sent a pang of sympathy through him. He understood better than most what it was like to be defined by something you couldn't control.

"I know I said that," he said softly, gray eyes searching hers. "But I was wrong. We're not defined by what we were. We're defined by what we choose to be now." His expression grew more serious. "And I choose to be your friend, to be here for you, whatever that means, whatever challenges it brings."

When she admitted to worrying that he might forget about her, that he might build a life without her, Felix felt a surge of botu affection and frustration. How could she not see? How could she not understand that she had become an integral part of his life, that the thought of building anything without her felt incomplete? "I could never forget you, Alura," he said. "And as for meeting someone else..." He let out a humorless laugh. "There's been no one else. You're the one person I can truly be myself around."

He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace. "You're not dangerous," he added, his voice muffled against her hair. "You're the most grounding presence in my life. The one who makes me feel like I can actually be human, like I can actually belong somewhere." He pulled back to look her in the eye. "So yes, I want you to stay. I want you to stay here for as long as you're willing. We can figure out the rest together, I promise."

"They're more active without you by our side. That's usually what they crave, just as I do." Sienna melts into him, letting her body press into his as she curls into his arms better.

"But what do you mean feel it? What specifically are you asking my dear?" She eyes him gently as a hand ran over his chest. Trying to ease his thudding heart, to ease his soul even as she traced circles over his shirt.

"....Why are you truly up? What has made you wake up, crawl out our bed and to write in your journal...." She stated out the facts.

He truly believed she was asleep, but no. She was awake during portion of his nightmare. Portion of his cries for help- but she couldn't wake him. As if something worse had him in an iron grip.

Sienna knee she didn't know much of his time above. Just the time he has crafted with her here on the ground. Of course she was curious, but she wasn't gonna force him to open up more.

But she'll wait. Letting him ease from her question, a soft glance of curiosity was filling her eyes. Hidden behind it though was a look of understanding as well. Because for Felix, she can willingly wait.

Her words, so gentle and yet so piercing, unraveled the fragile composure he had woven around himself. He had believed himself so careful, so silent, but he had forgotten that Sienna's perception was a force as quiet and powerful as gravity. She didn't just see him; she felt him.

Her hand on his chest was a grounding weight, and he found himself leaning into it, his own heart slowing its frantic pace to match the soothing circles she traced. He let out a long, shuddering breath, the sound of a soul releasing a burden it was never meant to carry alone. He looked down at her, at the unwavering patience and understanding in her gaze, and knew he couldn't hide behind half-truths and evasions. Not with her. Not anymore.

"I..." he started, his voice barely a whisper. He looked away for a moment, towards the window where the city was beginning to stir, a world of concrete and steel that was still so alien to him. "I had a dream. A memory. It's hard to tell the difference some nights."

He finally met her eyes again, and in them, he saw not just his reflection, but his future. It was the strength he needed to continue.

"It was a battle," he confessed, the words feeling foreign and heavy on his tongue. "A long time ago. Before... all of this." He gestured vaguely, encompassing the room, the city, their life together. "There was fire, and falling. And someone I... I loved. Someone I was supposed to fight. I failed. Or maybe I succeeded. I'm still not sure."

The old, familiar ache of ambiguity settled in his chest, the torment of a choice made in an instant that had echoed for an eternity.

He tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer, his other hand still resting protectively on her stomach. "Sometimes, when the dreams are like that... it feels like I'm not entirely here. Like a part of me is still back there, still fighting, still falling. And I worry that they can feel it. That our little ones can feel the storm inside me. That I'm tainting this perfect thing with my past."

He looked down at his hand on her belly, his thumb stroking the fabric of her nightgown. "I get up to write it down. To take the sharp edges of the memory and dull them with words. To lock the monster back in its cage so it can't touch you. So it can't touch them." His voice cracked on the last word, and he buried his face in her hair, inhaling her scent, letting it wash over him and cleanse him.

"I'm sorry I woke you," he murmured into the soft strands. "I just... I wanted to protect you from it." But in her arms, he knew the truth. She wasn't someone to be protected from his storms; she was the one who taught him how to weather them.

Her heart melted at his words. The way he was professing the idea of a little girl with her curls or even a little boy with his eyes.

The idea of them having a family together, the idea along meant- a life together.

And Sienna was bewildered that this, once celestial being had allowed her this close. But along those lines to let her grown alongside him, and the idea now presented to them of being together. For however long she can.

It felt like a twisting ache in her heart. And soon a sob choke in her throat. Because she's never imagined a point in her life someone would ever choose her. To ever decide she was worth more then simple stares or causal flirting. A meek interest in men that have came and gone.

No, she genuinely felt blessed to be chosen by him of all people.

Her lips gently pressed against his forehead. Light butterfly kisses as she was curling him closer. Letting her skin mesh with his as she clung closer. Trying to ground herself into this moment.

"I love you....I love you.... And I'll always love you Felix, if you'll have me. If you'll allow me to stand by your side...that's all I could ask for." She mutters out as a prayer. Because she was praying he'll stay with her. Felix was, deeply and truly someone her soul had bounded to and she desperately didn't wanna let go.

She desperately wanted him to be the one calling out her name in joy, in pleasure but as well, for the rest of her life as well.

A simple bat of her lashes, she rubs his face. Rubbing the tears away and then her own as she smiles. "I hope it sticks... And if it does... well have a lot to look forward to. Together." She gave him a softer kiss to his lips. Sealing her promise to him, vowing this was what she as well wanted. Him, all of him and a life together.

The sound of Sienna's choked sob was like a dagger to Felix's heart, but the words that followed were a balm to his ancient soul. He held her tighter, his arms wrapping around her as if he could physically absorb her pain and replace it with all the love he had to give. He felt her tears mingle with his on his skin, a salty, sacred testament to the depth of their shared emotion.

"Have you?" he whispered, his voice thick with disbelief and overwhelming affection. He pulled back just enough to look at her, to cup her face in his hands and wipe away her tears with his thumbs. "Sienna... you're the one who has me. I was lost for so long... a relic with no purpose. You didn't just find me, you gave me a reason to exist again."

His gaze was intense, burning with a conviction that came from the very core of his being. "There is no allowing you to stand by my side. There is only begging you to never leave it. You are my anchor, my home, my... everything." He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, sealing his own vow.

"And it will stick," he said with a certainty that surprised even himself. It wasn't a guess; it was a conviction, a feeling deep in his soul that their creation was already taking root. "I can feel it. And when it does," he paused, his hand moving back down to rest gently on her stomach, "we'll face it all together. The sleepless nights, the crying, the joy... all of it. As a family."

A genuine, brilliant smile lit up his face, chasing away the last shadows of doubt and fear. "I want to hear you call my name for the rest of my life, too. In joy, in anger, in pleasure... I don't care. As long as it's you." He kissed her again, deeper this time, a kiss that spoke of a future, of a lifetime, of a love that had finally saved a fallen angel and given him a heaven on earth.

Alura missed him so much it caused a deep ache in her chest. Her arms would hold him tightly- as if she was scared to let go. She didn’t want to keep leaving him like she had but it was simply part of her nature now. Still, if Felix really had asked her to stay, she’d never leave. Whether she was aware of it or not, Alura would do anything for him and had grown to care for him very deeply- to the point where she was willing to stay put if it meant he’d be happier.

The brunette would press her whole body into him as she felt him gently hold her back, the small circles he traced. His first question was met with a shake of her head, there wasn’t hesitation behind it but she did decide to offer an explanation. “Yes, I couldn’t find who I was looking for.” Which was true but would likely only raise more questions. Alura did have a tendency to self isolate and keep her distance but this situation was.. different entirely. She could already tell what he was getting at but it wasn’t one of her disappearing acts.

As he pulled away and looked down at her, she could see the expression on his face. His question would cause her brows to furrow slightly and a look of concern to cover her features. “What? No. No..” she shook her head as her eyes closed tightly for a moment. She didn’t plan on sharing any detail but she had no idea Felix was blaming himself for her absence. “It was never because of you. You could never do any wrong, Felix.” Her eyes would meet his again and she looked sorry. She never intended to make him question himself like that. “Did you really think it was because of you?”

The walls would quickly fall as she would reach a hand up to cup his cheek. “I went to my home town.” The confession was like a weighted blanket that piled on her chest. It was uncomfortable to admit but it was the truth. “I haven’t been since.. well since the last time I was there.” It was similar to going to a cemetery but instead there were no headstones- it was simply the fact that everyone had died there. Even the ash had long been taken by the wind. “I also went to find the person that knows more about.. well, my existence but no luck there.” She was still sure he’d have more questions but she tried to answer the obvious ones as best she could. More importantly, she didn’t want him blaming himself for anything she’d done.

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way. It’s never been because of you.” She’d pull her hands away from him as they fell to her sides. Alura would stand still and just stare up at him- a slight upset pout reached her lips. There wasn’t nt any anger or foul emotions stewing inside her, it was mainly apologetic and sincere. “What was going through your head this whole time?”

Felix's expression softened as Alura's words washed over him, her earnest apology dispelling the shadows of doubt that had been gathering in his mind for weeks. When she cupped his cheek, he instinctively leaned into her touch, his eyes closing briefly as he absorbed the warmth of her palm against his skin. It was a simple gesture, but it grounded him, reminded him of the connection they shared despite her frequent departures.

"It's not that I thought I did something wrong," he explained, his voice low and steady as he opened his eyes to meet her gaze. "It's... well, it's complicated." He paused, searching for the right words to express the tangled mess of thoughts and emotions that had plagued him during her absence. "When you're gone, I nwonder if this life I've built here is enough to make you want to stay. Or if I'm just... a rest stop between your adventures."

The admission hung in the air between them, vulnerable and raw. Felix had never been good at hiding his feelings from Alura, try as he might. She had a way of seeing past the carefully constructed walls he'd built around himself, walls that had once been necessary for his survival but now only served to keep him from what he truly wanted.

As she confessed about visiting her hometown and searching for answers about her existence, Felix felt a pang of sympathy. He knew all too well what it was like to be haunted by a past that couldn't be changed, to seek answers that might never come. His fingers gently traced the line of her jaw as he listened, his expression attentive and understanding.

"You don't have to apologize for needing to find answers, Alura," he said softly. "I understand that better than anyone." He paused, his gray eyes searching hers. "But you could have told me. I would have understood."

When she asked what had been going through his head, Felix let out a quiet sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly as some of the tension he'd been carrying for weeks finally began to dissipate. "Everything," he admitted with a wry smile. "I wondered if you were safe, if you'd found what you were looking for, if you'd ever come back." He paused, his expression growing more serious. "And I wondered if maybe... maybe this time you'd found somewhere you'd rather be."

It was as honest an answer as he could give, stripped of any pretense or attempt to mask his feelings. In that moment, standing in his kitchen with Alura looking up at him with those earnest eyes, Felix knew with sudden clarity that he would rather have her here, even intermittently, than not at all. And that realization was both terrifying and profoundly comforting.

Her body froze slightly as she felt the way he touched. As if, uncertain of everything to come. Sienna took a deep breath, she understood that anxiety and fear so well.

"Felix...." Her voice was gentle, trying to ground him back in the moment. "You'll overthink your pretty head off...." She whispers out.

Pearly brown eyes shimmer as she pressed her forehead to his. The bond they've made, it'll last. The way his fingers grazes over her stomach as she frowns a bit.

Did she overthink this- no, no, they've discussed this a bit. The possibility since they've started to try.

"....I'll be here with you the whole time. I'm not going anywhere Felix, I love you. I love you..." She calls out weakly, she didn't want to do any of this with anyone else.

The sound of his name on her lips was the only thing that kept him from shattering completely. Felix's breath hitched, a ragged, uneven sound that was part sob, part gasp for air. He felt the pressure of her forehead against his, a solid, grounding point in the dizzying maelstrom of his thoughts. He was adrift in a sea of impossibilities, and she was the anchor.

His fingers, still pressed against the warm plane of her stomach, trembled violently. He wanted to believe her. Every part of his broken, yearning soul screamed out to accept the gift she was offering. But the voice of his fall, the memory of that searing pain and absolute loss, was a cacophony in his mind, telling him he was unworthy, that this was a dream he would surely wake from.

Then she said it. The words that bypassed all his defenses, all his celestial trauma, and struck the raw, human core he hadn't known he possessed.

I love you. I love you...

The repetition was a litany, a spell woven to mend him. And it worked. A sound tore from Felix's throat, a broken, desperate keen that he couldn't have stopped if he'd tried. It was the sound of a dam breaking. The tears he had held back for an eternity—for his lost home, for his ruined wings, for the hollow ache of his existence—finally broke free, streaming hot and silent down the sides of his face into his hair.

He wasn't crying from sadness, but from a overwhelming, crushing relief. It wasn't a salvation he could ever have earned or imagined. It was simply given. Freely. By the woman wrapped around him, by the life she said might already be growing under his very hand.

His hand on her stomach flattened, pressing more firmly, no longer trembling but possessive, as if he could physically anchor this moment, this promise, to himself. His other arm shot out, not to pull her closer in passion, but to wrap around her back, holding her with a desperate, binding strength. He buried his face in the curve of her neck, and just breathed. In and out, matching the rhythm of her own breath, feeling the steady beat of her heart against his chest.

Tears welled in his eyes again, but these were happy tears. The thought of creating a life with her, of seeing a piece of himself reflected in a child's eyes, of being a father... it was a second chance he never thought he deserved. It was a future so bright and beautiful it hurt to contemplate.

"It will," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. He lifted his head, his gaze burning with a newfound intensity. "It will stick. I know it." He captured her lips in a deep, tender kiss that was full of every promise he had ever made and ever would make. "A little girl with your curls," he whispered against her lips, "or a little boy with my eyes. I don't care which, Sienna. As long as they're ours."

A fallen creature who had been caught. A lost soul who had just found his way home. He clung to her, his entire being focused on the single, revolutionary truth that was rewriting his reality: he was loved. And for the first time since he fell from the heavens, that felt like enough to make him whole.