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It was a peaceful moonlit night and you once again find yourself on the roof of an inn. In fact, it’s the very same one you go to every night to give comfort to your special someone. Yes, I’m talking about him.
He is the one you’ve had your eye on since the first time your close friend introduced him to you. He is the one in charge of making sure the mortals are safe from any danger. He is the one you saved.
Your mind wanders off to that ancient stone forest where you “met” for the first time. You felt sentimental and wanted to be alone with your thoughts, so you headed to that place to play your instrument. After a while, you felt an ominous presence behind you. It didn’t threaten you because you noticed there was no intention to harm you, but they were suffering. And so, you continued playing your soothing tunes to try and ease their pain.
You found out it worked and he was extremely grateful the time you were officially introduced. Since then, you’ve made a point to visit him once in a while to make sure he doesn’t get nightmares.
A couple of voices shook you out of your reverie. You looked down at the balcony to see him...and his lover. How did you know it was his lover, exactly? Well, if his arms weren’t around them in an embrace and if his cheeks weren’t tinted red, you would’ve thought otherwise. You watched as they pulled away to share a kiss. Your mind stopped functioning properly. Surely he no longer needs your blessing to rest well, right?
You vaguely notice his lover and their tiny floating companion leave the inn. Your eyes still don’t fully take in what they’ve seen. The winds tell you he’s entered his room. They tell you his breaths were becoming steady, his exhausted body relaxing into the comfortable covers of his sleeping space.
It was a peaceful moonlit night and you once again found yourself inside the inn. You once again shift to your wind spirit form. And then you enter his room, hummed the gentle tune, and placed the blessing on his forehead with a kiss.
...
The winds tell you he’s had the best sleep so far come the dawn. By then, you were far away, seated on the hands of your statue. You were holding your lyre and strumming a tune.
As if you’d ever kiss me
I’m not even half as pretty
You gave me your sweater
It’s just polyester
But you love him better
wish I were Aether