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Author Notes- I’m warning you guys, extremely sentimental and sugary. Sickening sweet, and likely to harm diabetics. If you value your teeth and health, exercise and eat healthy foods immediately after this story. That said, enjoy!

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Sage sighed contently in his slumber, instinctively curling up in the warmth of his lover. Rowen softly slipped a tanned arm around his cold, bare shoulders, cradling him in his state of vulnerability. The young man smiled, the rosy pout of his lips turning up in pleasure. The archer traced his bottom lip ever so softly, feeling the soft velvet under his callused finger. He was still in awe of the young man that was so in tune with animals. He had seen him tame the most savage of tigers, calm the most terrified of lion cubs, and teach the screeching falcon where home was. Most importantly, he had tamed and captured his heart, sinking his silver claws deeply in the blue archer’s soul.

"Mmm. Ro?" he murmured as he very slowly awoke from his sleep. Rowen stroked the silky gold hair, leaning down to capture his lips in a sweet, tender kiss. He smiled sleepily, nuzzling his hand like a newborn foal.

"It’s alright koi. Go back to sleep," he whispered in a gentle tone. He sighed again, and was soon in the world of dreams once more. A breeze flitted in through the open window, and he shivered against him. Their German shepherd dog on the floor raised her great head, black nose delicately sniffing the night air. Satisfied that there was nothing of interest outside, Atalanta laid back down, her green eyes closing slowly. Reflecting on his life so far with Sage, Rowen lightly stroked his soft blonde hair, grateful that his penetrating eyes were shut. In sleep, Sage was like a timid archangel, but when he was awake and on guard, even he had troubles getting him to open up to him. The warrior was so easily invoked into a raging storm, and at other times, so mysterious. Yet, he himself had seen him carefully aid an injured animal, or lovingly soothe a wound that caused agony. He was a living contradiction: roaring with anger and fury at one second, sensitively aware of an animal’s pain the next. His own stormy blue eyes closing in sleep, he carefully adjusted himself so that he was cradling his ethereal form. As he drifted to join him in sleep, he whispered a phrase into his lover’s hair as softly as possible, not wanting to re-awaken him.

Sage replied silently in his mind, but he heard him. The breeze gently carried it outside, where it died on the winds. "Anna behilek."*

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* I love you translated into Arabic.