I'll paint you a dreamscape

She seemed to melt into his side, as if it were made perfect to fit her mold. He tacked that up, once again, to the wonders of fate and the universe. With a gentle sigh he'd nuzzle into her furs, tail flicking to lay over hers. It was all so perfect, as the moonlight danced into the den, and the cooling coastal winds whistled through the cracks in the rocks. It was a perfect moment, and he vowed to himself that this wouldn't be the last of them. He couldn't let her go now, and that didn't just mean their embrace. In the swiftest of moments she had seemed to place herself just perfect in his life, and he couldn't imagine it without her now. Sure, they had only just met, and outside of her sorrow, her soft voice, the way she fit against him just perfectly he hardly knew her. But the heartache would be there, if they never met again. He merely cuddled into her side, nestling in just perfectly.

When her soft voice pushed back his thanks he laughed softly, shaking his head. How had he saved her, exactly? That he wasn't sure, he wasn't sure what exactly she had needed saving from. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he knew nothing about her. Nothing but what he saw and felt. And he hated that. "You're wrong.." He whispered so softly, eyes closed as he held her close. "It seemed we both needed saving from our sorrows." Volty might not show some of his anguish, and infact he often forgot about it. But the pain of his island home, his rejection of his parents still hurt. The stress that he took on so happily, keeping his siblings happy in their new home. There was so many personalities, so much to do. He loved them all so fully, but sometimes their clashing likes and dislikes could be the death of him. Voltage didn't do well without structure, or knowing where it was safe to lay his head, and untill recently he had spent too long without a real home..

He was silent for a moment, just breathing in her scent and opening his eyes just slightly to stare at the wall beyond them. "Gaia.." He whispered gently, nuzzling into her fur. "After I return you home, I would like to see you again. Would you mind terribly if I were to make plans for us?" He would close his eyes again, waiting for her response with baited breath, hoping that this wouldn't be the end of it. One night, he decided, wasn't enough.

"Burn Baby Burn"