Moonlight Saving Time

You ran down the stairs to greet Caleb, planning to jump into his arms at the end but you stumbled halfway, tripping over something unknown, and now you were about to lose your balance. 

Out of instinct, you try to regain your stability, holding yourself in a couple of comical postures and waving your arms to get back into balance. The last thing you see before your world turns upside down are Caleb's beautiful colored eyes, purple tinged with pink, widened in shock.

But before your head can hit one of the stairs time seems to freeze... Or better your body stills mid-air, flowing motionless above the steps and you slowly lift your head to look around.

Meeting Caleb's face it dawns on you what happened: he used his evol to save you from possibly breaking your neck in a downfall, his arm lifted to control his powers to guide you flying down to him.

After the initial shock, you start to giggle and move around, pretending to swim in the middle of the air. You fully trust Caleb to hold and protect you with his Evol and you fool around since it's been a while he let you fly like this. 

As you arrive in front of him he chuckles and gives a little roll that makes you laugh lustily until you float into his prepared arms, gathering your body close to his in a bridal-style hold.

Still giggling you look up at his handsome face you caress his cheek. “I’m quite a catch, huh?” 

Caleb grins at you, making his galaxy-like eyes twinkle in joy. “Only mine, pip-squeak.” as he steps into the living room area.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for ‘Love and Deepspace’. I only own the rights to the plot idea.

The chair rocks slowly back and forth, pushed along by his own legs that creak at the knees. Yours is nudged gently along by his Evol, cushioning your ankles and deteriorating joints.

I reference it a few times in different ways, but I am under the belief that our health would deteriorate much faster than Sylus's with age. I was avoiding talking about it too much to keep this fluffy, but yeah :( with his Evol taking the brunt of age, he can still move around and do normal motions without much compromise or consequence, so he tries to help us out to reduce the strain on our bodies in any way he can

The house he bought is idyllic - of course it is. A quiet property with lots of land, and lots of room inside for a lifetime with you. Not without its own security measures; when you've caused as much death and destruction as he has, your head is never safe, even after so many years of wiping your hands clean.

He has so many private properties purchased all over the world, what's one more for his beloved? I was actually thinking of implying he build the house himself, to ensure it was absolutely perfect with all the rooms and little nooks you could ever desire :3

"Look at them," you say with a chuckle. Your eyes, framed by glasses, follow the movement of Luke and Kieran in the yard beyond the porch. They've grown up into proper men in their own right. Between them, two more kids run around, sharing the boys' faces despite coming from different mothers. They all run around, laughing and squealing and having fun in the mid-afternoon sun. "They haven't changed much, have they?" He huffs. "No, they haven't," he agrees. He still sees the boys he adopted. Who sought him out, trying to kill him as their final goal before a fate worse than death. They're just as mischievous. Just as energetic. Just as foolhardy. And just as much his boys as they once were.

My boys are all grown up 🥺

You glance at the cup by his other hand, almost empty, unaware of the true depth to his words. "It's only lemonade."

Hehe this is actually a reference to the convo @always-just-red and I were having that inspired the fic. We were talking about sittin on the porch together in our own rocking chairs with glasses of ice tea or lemonade. I also think he'd just enjoy the sourness of a less-sweetened batch of lemonade lol

Not much to say about it since it's so short, unfortunately, but I hope this gave you a little bit more insight n info to enjoy it a little more :3

My last angsty thought is from my convo with Rach again:

"Not when they've had to deal with one of them dying first so many times in their past lives too" "Yeah like. What if growing old is only a temporary time saver for death. Because it is. One of them will die first, and what actually are the chances of it being Sy, or of them dying at the same time. He can watch his love grow old and tired and wrinkled and grey, but he'll still be forced to watch them die. He's just glad he got those years, after time was stolen so quickly from him before. But still... it's never enough time"

“You’re still a little warm, Cutie. Not feeling better yet?” His voice is low, filled with worry about your ill condition. The flu has you in a tight grip, and after two days of passing out constantly and fighting the fever, you have still not recovered. “I’m calling a doctor if it doesn’t get better this afternoon.” 

Weak, you grip his wrist that continued to free your face from sweaty, damp hair. “That’s not necessary, Rafayel. It’s a normal flu. Just gimme the Ibuprofen, and it will be fine.” Your voice is nothing like it usually sounds, hoarse and barely audible. The fever has really taken a toll on your body.

Your boyfriend only sighs, a dramatic, heavy one that shows how much he disagrees with you. “If these don't help, I’ll drive you to the hospital.” His voice is firm, tolerating no dissent from you.

You gulp, but agree with a mere “Okay.”

Rafayel helps you sit upright against the massive headboard of his bed, that is now your shared one. He places some pillows behind your back and shoulders until you are able to sit comfortably.

“Let’s see how high your fever is actually.” He declares, and with a little sing-song in his voice “Open up~.” The thermometer you know so well by now flies in the direction of your mouth, guided by a nimble artist hand, and you obediently part your lips.

Exactly 30 seconds later, the device beeps, and Rafayel gathers it back. “Hmm…” He ponders for a second. “It went down. Good, good.” And with less worry in his sunset eyes, he looks back at you with a small smile. 

Then he starts spooning up some of the soup that has been placed on the nightstand, steaming in a little blue bowl, which you only notice now. Even your nostrils are not working properly it seems, since you can’t smell anything that wafts over. 

The hot spoon touches your lips with attentive carefulness as you hesitantly try some steaming liquid. But it tastes like water. 

Uh-oh, you are really ill if you don’t even taste anything. But you swallow it regardless. Your doting boyfriend didn’t make this meal for nothing, and this is the least you can do for his efforts.

“Is it good?” Rafayel asks with this shy little smile.

You try to grin back, but fail miserably. “I’m sure it’s exquisite. I can’t taste anything though.”

“Ah, that’s a bummer. But even if you don’t have any taste buds working, you still need to have dinner.” Saying so, he feeds you the soup until it’s finished.

As result, a warm feeling spreads from your stomach throughout your whole body, and you slowly sink back under the covers.

A little rummaging from Rafayel later, and a heavy weight dips the mattress as he slips into the bed to lay next to you, and gathers you up in his arms.

“I can’t stand to see you suffering and in pain.” Then a gentle caress with his knuckles over your cheek. “Actually…” A little mischievous grin appears on his lips “I think I have something to make you feel better.” And with mirth glinting in his unique eyes, he places a kiss on your cheek, then your chin, and two more down your neck.

You giggle a little upon this “I don’t think this has any medical relevance.”

Then a soft kiss on your lips. “Oh, didn’t you know cutie? Lemurian kisses have secret healing magic. So you should get kisses from me a loooot.” 

You hum, trying not to laugh as much “I see, I see. And Mr. Rafayel isn’t making stories up just to steal some of them.” 

Then you’re met with a little pout “You doubt my credibility? I’m wounded.”

God, he’s so cute. Even in your bedridden state, he tries to make you laugh. And with some teasing, you answer him “I’m not going to pamper you when you are going to get sick from kissing me.”

Another kiss, lingering this time. A witness of his never ending hunger and greed for you. “Ruuude. Threatening the Sea God like this. Take this, my brazen bride.” And you caress his cheeks as he continues to cover your face in little pecks that make you giggle again. 

“Silly Fish…” You sigh, as he ends his 'punishment‘ with another slow and tender kiss on your parted lips.

Then he releases you, and snuggles comfortably against your back. “Please, be a good girl and rest, yeah? I’m here if you need anything.”