(Amaia)
I don't know when I fell asleep. Exhausted and overwhelmed from the mating and the truth I have revealed.
I wake up wrapped safely in Alnilam's hair and arms. We don't even know where he ends and I begin. Our hair has merged with each other, the pointed ends glueing together and becoming one.
His pine and old bookish scent has completely doused me. His presence and the feelings that flow through the bond are so abundant that they overshadow the others.
Alnilam's presence and personality are overpowering. I don't know why, but he is different from others, and I feel him more deeply than the rest, uniquely connecting with him.
My magic trusts him more than the others and that's why I have chosen to share the secret with him.
He sleeps like the flawless grace of a sculpted angel. Rigel is like my dark angel and Alnilam on the other hand is like this light angel, although there is darkness inside of him too, maybe more than Rigel.
