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it was a peaceful night, the stars shining brightly in the sky, which was, for once, clear as day.
a campfire laid out, crackling and snapping as ashes rose into the atmosphere.
techno could feel hands undoing the bun in his hair, a peaceful silence overcoming the world around him, his head rested comfily in his friend’s lap as the stresses of the day came out with the elastic holding the bun in place.
he closed his eyes as hands started massaging his scalp, a gentle sigh of content escaping him as he heard wings ruffle above him.
“you alright, mate?” the voice above him spoke, the smile audible in his voice.
techno hummed in response, smiling a bit.
“never been better, phil.”