Sunbeam Lair so they asked why

Yours also. :3 They are so bootiful.

An upbringing of savage aggression, when left to Noctura, had merged with an adulthood of magic and romanticism. And fortunately, never the twain had met. Sometimes he was this fearsome beast, brazen and bloody, and sometimes he was the stargazer, the wolf with all the night's sky in his eyes. He had never been both, and this suggested to him that he could be one without the other. He would never turn away from the romance, and so perhaps then he could be the romantic and never again stand for bloodlust. Here he had a beautiful girl in his arms, her form small and vulnerable, but there was no part of him that would consider lashing out at her, "claiming" her in the way so many virile men would. For here stood a romantic: not an aggressor.

Asterr pulled back very slightly to gaze up at him, and Noctura looked down at her and oh his heart seemed to fly. He was utterly in love with her, and this feeling had been growing since the day they'd met. The moment, even. Asterr had never existed in his life without him loving her.

Her words struck him dumb, and to reply he gently ran his tongue over her cheek, a kiss to seal his passion. Her light weight against him was something that he could not bear to do without right now: if she moved away, he would feel as if he'd lost a limb. And he wanted her to be closer still, he wanted to envelop her and for them to become one, but he quelled the physical in favour of the emotional, for he'd never felt emotion this earnest before, and he'd never been able to express himself like this. I love you. The English wolf's deep voice was velvet, like another kiss, and those three words were the perfect way to sum up what the dragon-seer had done to his life.