Phoenix

Zane watched him. Phoenix was nestled in the duvet, sound asleep. His brows were relaxed and he clung tightly to a large pillow, resembling a black dragon clutching its treasure tightly. The sight of him made Zane's entire body relax and a pressure that he did not know was on his mind lifted up. He breathed in and the air seemed different, lighter.

He reached out quietly and touched Phoenix's face, brushing the hair from his face as he traced his fingers from his hair to the chin. Warm. He had missed him so much but now it was as if he was sinking into a pool of pure and transparent honey, making his heart feel exceptionally soft.

His discussion with the Grand Archeon was all but pushed to the back of his mind in favor of savoring this moment. He had replayed this moment over and over again when he was in that dungeon and it had given him strength.

Phoenix, you are my strength.