The Book of You and I

Home. Safety. Warmth. Love. Words she had never associated with herself as having. While there had been warm moments, safe moments with Lucifer, there had been no true safety. He had been a savage wolf, but she had promised to be his queen, his servant. It had taken quite the toll on her, and she had vanished from Boreas and Auster all together to avoid being hunted, when the volcano erupted it had been pure luck. No savior like mother nature. Azariah had gone back to look for the demonic male, but all she had found was a few dark fae and the corpse of the king. Having been with the satanic brute for nearly two years of her life, she mourned him - for she had truly loved parts of him. Looking back she had always been the outcast, the unwanted, unwelcomed until she met Lucifer, and now Ulric. The first had been cruel, had taught her the dangers of males, the danger of the world. Ulric was altogether different and he had her every instinct screaming home.

Affection was something she easily showed those she trusted, and was on full display as he came in for a quick kiss before they left, returning the sweet gesture and moving with him as he made to go. Azariah kept close to his side, enough that their fur touched but she would not be under paw, her tail occasionally waving to gently caress the back of his leg or brush along the length of his own tail. Small gestures, but ones that meant she thought of him as they walked and needed the contact to remind herself that he was real. Unsure of what was to come, but excited nonetheless, Azariah followed Ulric to the den he had made. Opting to make small talk on the way.

Once home, Azariah stopped and gawked at the doorway, her tail slowly waving as anticipation tore through her. Just the frame was admirable, the time it would have taken to carve it between the trees, to have them come down perfectly around the entrance to the den was a mythological feat. Her expectations were up and she excitedly entered the den after him, finding the hide lined floors and just enough wiggle room for her to move around him without making things overly awkward. Already she felt it was home, relaxation nearly instant as she took in the spicy scent of Ulric and the earthy scent of the den. Catching his words, Azariah smiled and set those ruby red eyes on his silvery ones. "It is perfect, just the way it is. I suppose a bit of room to move around would not be wholly out of the question, if you plan to do more in here than sleep." While she did have a touch of claustrophobia, the den didn't make her feel squeezed in or cramped. Though, she supposed it might have something to do with the fact that her love was a full foot taller than she was. Smiling to him, the witch took in the rugged handsomeness of him, taking the time to fully appreciate what she looked at. She didn't bother to hide her looking either, slowly becoming more comfortable with him and letting it settle in her mind that he was to be hers.

Ulric settled down onto his side, motioning her to come to be next to him, a request she obliged with no hesitation. He said he would dig the den out for a bit more space, and she felt a little guilty for her remark as a result. Had she made him feel the need to change anything? Azariah certainly hoped not, but his offer was endearing and brought a smile to her face. "I have no true complaint about space, but I understand the need for it." Chuckling softly in the darkness, Azariah tucked herself into his side making sure not to step on him. "It is good to be home. In our home." Planting a soft kiss on the side of his muzzle, Azariah lay her head across the top of his front paws, tucking her toes as gently as she could under him. Sleep dragged at her, but she couldn't bring herself to surrender just yet. Truthfully, she didn't want the night to end, afraid that if she did wake then it would all be a dream and nothing more...