#brokenximagination

Adam’s birthday

Sleep still clung to his eyes as he sat up in bed. Adam didn’t bother checking the time, knowing only that the space beside him on the bed was empty. That was enough to prompt him to get up and search for his bed-mate. 

A hand brushed through his hair and rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he approached the kitchen, stopping in the doorway. He squinted at the room, trying to process what he was seeing. With tiredness still fogging up his brain, he could only look at Samandriel with a confused expression on his face.

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Adam wasn’t very subtle as his eyes roamed over Samandriel’s body. Samandriel was barely half a foot shorter, but the difference showed when he wore Adam’s clothes. Especially when the sweater he wore reached past his rear but only just barely covered the angel’s ass. It was much more noticeable when bare legs stretched out from the hem of the sweater. 

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Adam was still very new to hunting. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, pretend that he was great at it. Even with his medical knowledge, it was a miracle that he was still alive. It was because of Samandriel that he was still alive. A miracle indeed.

His shirt was still in his hands as he sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes still closed as he slowly woke up properly. The hand on his back didn’t alarm him. Soft fingers trailing over his skin were soothing, almost lulling him back to sleep, tempting him back into the bed, back to the warmth and comfort. 

Adam knew when Samandriel’s fingers moved over the discolored marks and lines of his scars. There were less than there should have been. The angel’s healing abilities rid him of injuries completely without a trace of said injury. But there were still some there. Some that happened before they traveled more closely, some that happened when Samandriel couldn’t arrive in time to fully heal, some that Adam could manage on his own.

//I remembered from last year ��