darling, you are so dear to me.

[Laurent Nakado]

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The first two days he had worked with his hands, using old bits he found in the city to make them a small, but rainproof home. With time, he would try and find tiles for a floor, but their little shack was large enough that he could stand up without hitting his head, and wide enough that they could sleep on the bean-bag type bed they had made. All in all, it was suitable. Today he rose a little early, intent on watching the sun rise. When he finished his thoughtful little moment, the male turned back and entered his little den, smiling bashfully at the sleeping figure that greeted him.

He curled himself back around Jasper's smaller frame, resting his head on his love's shoulder. Quietly in the amber haze of dawn's first light he sang to his most beloved, the one who held his heart.

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