Wheeling Gull Isle And basically I've gotta know

Amethyst jumps back to him, startled from her haunted reverie. She leaned into him, allowing herself to relax into the Vallaeris' touch as his words reached her; a sensation of homecoming choked her and the wisp clung to him. 

A measure of qēlos-vūjitan could scarcely believe it was real, that it was not some cruel vision of slumber - whether truly asleep or merely held captive in the prison of exhaustion mired between sleep and wake, taunted by hallucinations. 

Yet, as she shifted and dull ache flared through her lower half, the exile reasoned that was enough proof. The flames licked along her face - up her ears and over her scalp, down her neck and over her chest - as she recalled the reason for her soreness.

Biting down on a grin, she curled herself against the male's side as fatigue crept over her once more. Her sleep was erratic these days, to say the least, and the blackbird'd been flitting all over the Isle in preparation. With the physical activity and emotionally draining conversation, her energy reserves were rather depleted. 

Against Daegon's side, the Seelie sunk into a warm, content haze - lavender optic winking as she fought to keep it open; utterly lulled by the rise and fall of his ribcage pillowed beneath her head, the drum of his heartbeat beneath her ear, the warm security of him wrapped around her. 

"Not a one time thing..ya know?" The corvid wisps sleepily, needing him to know that this isn't a fling, a one night stand. She could never have lived with just this one taste anyhow; deep in her heart resided an imprint of his claim and it still thrummed with need for him. 

"I want to be with you," she breathes, inching up to drowsily brush her lips over his jaw in adoration.

As the words fade, their death silenced by the low crash of tides on the shore, the sylph lowered, head tucking over his leg - where she might be able to hide her face if he is not in favor.