what's this?

Romulus had suffered from insomnia almost all his life. The only time he ever slept soundly through the night was when he was snuggled up with Lillith, her presence like a sedative that relaxed him and eased him off into the most restful slumber he'd ever known. Perhaps that was why he hadn't initially felt Lillith stirring or rising from the bed as she went to check out the strange blue moonlight. He did, however, begin to stir when he heard the balcony door open and the unseasonably cool air begin to waft into the bedroom. Giving a soft sound of grogginess, Roman lifted his head and peered around the dark bedroom with bleary eyes, noting the warm hollow next to him where Lil had been lying. He saw the balcony door open and furrowed his brow, dazed and confused while he rose and slid out of bed to investigate.

Stepping past the threshold, Roman found the gorgeous silver and snow fae gazing out over the night-clad lands. A bluish fog had settled like a blanket over the rolling plains, and overhead, a blue-hued full moon hung fat and heavy in the heavens, larger than Romulus had ever seen in his days. When she peered over the edge down to the gardens below, the Armada man stepped up beside her, the click of his claws on the stone balcony announcing his presence to her. "Can't sleep?" he asked, then gave her a rakish smirk. "Or did you just want to make sure the moon hadn't become more beautiful than you?" He made a show of leaning closer to scrutinize Lil's face, then glanced up at the moon and said, "Nope, still not more beautiful than you."

"Speech"