The small hybrid climbed the rest of the way into his lap, becoming very much like a large teddy for him to clutch onto in his fear. He buried himself into her, breathing in the familiar scent. She was safety, warm nights in his room with no one else to bother them, whispered words of care. The tremors in his body slowly stilled, reassured by her words that they were safe. He was bent over her, protecting her and being protected from the thin shell of his mind that kept him from returning to being a slave once again.
His ears perked up as a story began to be told. Resting where he was Hadley let her voice glide over him. Again, it was a story of love, like so many of the ones exchanged between them seemed to be. Did they know any other kind? Every story worth telling seemed to be about it. Choosing between the sun and the moon seemed difficult, and Hadley wasn't sure what exactly it was that made this male special, except that he was called prince. Could he care and love for the moon properly? That worry ate at him as the story drew to an end, and Hadley, exhausted from the night's battle and the fear, fell asleep.
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