Lusite wakes up and stares at you with wide eyes; his face flushes as he sees the state you’re both in and the way you’re clinging to his side Little faerie… He whispers, brushing his fingers through your hair; you smile and whisper back “little star,” but neither of you speaks for a while. You don’t seem upset to see he’s an incubus and Lusite is relieved.
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