His Love Alone!
Dáinn gently cupped Cassiel's cheeks, his thumbs brushing away the remaining traces of tears that glistened on Cassiel's skin. He leaned in, his lips tenderly caressing Cassiel's cheeks in a series of soft, butterfly-like kisses. Cassiel couldn't help but giggle, the sensation sending a ticklish shiver down his spine.
Their love was a sanctuary, a place where even in the darkest of times, there was room for tenderness, laughter, and connection. Dáinn's affectionate gesture brought a moment of lightness to the heavy atmosphere, a reminder that even in grief, they could find moments of joy.
Cassiel's laughter rang out softly in the room, a melody of warmth and love. Dáinn's kiss continued, exploring the delicate contours of his mate's face, each touch carrying the promise of comfort and solace.