“There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...”
~ John Lennon
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(Elian)
Elian cozyly snuggled into the bed. The mattress was warm and fuzzy as if someone had preheated it to the right amount. Must be Quillon's body heat.
The whole room smelled like him, warm and beautiful and comforting. With her heightened senses, she could now scent everything, and see every little detail in vivid way. It was amazing. The world around when you were really looking. She loved it to see it like this. She loved that she had finally found a part of herself that had been stolen away from her.
Elian looked up at the ceiling, noticing the little spider skittering away. The tiny flick of dust particle swirling over her head, the distant howl of the wolf somewhere in the distance, the
