Ashura did not protest, but then he liked his hair being played with. His golden eyes closed and he hummed, feeling the light tug of Felix running his fingers through the raven locks, soft as satin. His lips spread in a small smile, recalling his fiancee's love of doing the same thing at night. This younger version and the other might not be so different after all...

"Try not steal all the blankets," he teased gently in the dim, moonlight filling the bedroom with silver.