Novacaine

Mariah was never really one to dream- or at least if she did, she didn’t remember them. But on this particular night, her slumber had been deep and peaceful. As she slowly emerged from the depths of sleep, an image materialized in her mind with vivid clarity. Every brushstroke and hue was rich and alive, it was like a painting come to life before her eyes. She couldn't help but be momentarily surprised by this sudden display of imagination in her otherwise dreamless state.

The figure standing in the entrance of her den was unmistakable - Caedes, with his rugged features and harsh gaze. The first light of dawn bathed him in an otherworldly glow, casting shadows on his tired face. His gaze met hers and a sleepy grin tugged at the corners of her lips, but it didn't quite reach her half-lidded eyes. There was something different about him. He seemed weary and burdened, causing a sharp pang of worry to form inside her chest. "Caedes?" She called out softly, her voice barely more than a whisper in the dull lighting of her den. Was this really a dream? She didn't want to risk waking up if it was. Shifting herself to one side, she gestured to the empty space beside her. "Come to bed," she murmured, her voice soft and inviting despite the concern she felt for him. Her den was warm and cozy, a safe haven from the outside world where they could be together without any distractions or worries. She hoped he would join her and find comfort in their shared moments of peace and intimacy. Even if it was just a dream.

"Mariah Mendacium"