Young love was a strange thing. It was beautiful, pure, and innocent. With nourishment it would bloom into a true love, a lasting love, that could withstand all the tests of time. He would gasp as Mystic leaped upon him, pinning his form to the ground. It was always amazing how she managed to do it, without any trouble or resistance at all. Perhaps it was because he felt so comfortable around her, letting his guard down, that she was able to get by and do it.
Not that Hypnos minded it. He liked gazing up at her, her beautiful bright red orbs. He would feel every beat of his heart as she spoke, figuring that hers too was racing. She would speak in such a way that touched him... His face burning so fiercely at her words. She was so beautiful, so delicate... It felt wrong to love her and yet, at the same time, so right. He wasn’t like her, no, but he would never risk her innocence. Never hurt her.
“It makes me happy to hear you say that.” The young man would say. “I feel lighter when I’m with you too. Like I’m normal... Like nothing I’ve gone through matters any longer. Mystic... I only ask you to stay here to keep you safe. Katja and Kapra... They could very well target you again... Target your family... I’m... I’m learning from them too... But... I won’t hurt you ever. I won’t ever, ever hurt you.” He would lean in, gently licking her muzzle. He meant every word.