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“I care for you as well, Saffron—enough that I finally understand why people worship a Day Court,” Cylvan confessed between their mouths. “I want to fill your life with light, and joy, and peace, and safety…”
“You are more than just a pixie,” he went on. “If I am indeed a raven—then you are the treasure I wish to spend all my days appreciating.” Saffron wrapped his arms back around him, pulling Cylvan in more. There were a thousand things he wished to respond, but one stuck out the loudest: I wish to always be a safe place for you to close your eyes and rest.
“Like a raven over his treasure,” a foxlike smile crossed his lips. “I want to memorize every beautiful, forbidden thing about you.”
“Saffron,” Cylvan said, pressing his fingers to the ring for a moment. “In all ways of safety, protection, and companionship, for as long as you wish it… I swear to patronize you until we both shall die.”
“Stay with me, Saffron,” he beseeched once more. “As my treasure. As my one, simple peace, so that I may always know there is at least one person who cares for me.”
