Cuddle Time

Ezra and Oberyn crawled into their shared bed, comfortable and warm from their soak. They each wore thin robes - gifts from Rav, with a faint cloud pattern adorning the white fabric.

The Nephilim 'glowed' out their dinner earlier in the onsen, and didn't need to strip down to sleep. 

'For the best,' Oberyn smirked to himself as he snuggled into the blankets. 'Not like Ezra and I can be trusted to be naked around each other.'

Oberyn laid on his side, Ezra behind him. The strong human put his arm around his delicate Nephilim, pulling him into a loving embrace.

"I'm not sure where to start."

Ezra stroked the Nephilim's back, gentle and soft. His eyes fell to the faint curse mark on the back of his neck - a grim reminder of the challenges that loomed on their shared horizon.

"What do you miss the most?" Ezra replied, pensive.