The room was quiet - not a sound from within our without. Ezra sat over Oberyn, running his fingers through the Nephilim's hair as he shifted slowly beneath him.
The draining was complete. The curse mark, moments ago pulsing with violent energy, now lay dormant between his soft skin. Oberyn looked like a different person already - color returned to his cheeks, and the light behind his amber eyes was softer and subdued.
Ezra helped him sit up, holding a cup of water to his lips.
"Better?"
Oberyn nodded, then leaned against Ezra's shoulder with a soft sigh. "So much better," he murmured. "Like a thousand pounds just got peeled off me."
Ezra chuckled. "Good. Because if I had to bite your neck again, I might start developing some habits…"
Oberyn smiled, his fingers finding Ezra's hand and intertwining their fingers gently. "Like you don't already have bad habits."
