Zethar;
"He's so small," Zephan whispers as he stares at Elián, who's fast asleep in the coil of his tail.
I smile as I stare at the little bud, and I take my fingers to his cheek.
I pinch lightly and smile as I notice the obvious addition of fat there.
"One wouldn't believe something so fragile can cause as much chaos as he does," I whisper, and Zephan chuckle softly as his tail curls firmer around Elián.
The boy said he wanted to be held. He was very adamant about it.
When Zephan carried him in his lap, Elián insisted that Zephan wrap his tail around him.
In his words, it was "what the baby wanted". Not long after Zephan granted these wishes, Elián dozed off like the proximity was all he needed to feel peace.
To make matters more peculiar, we're all on the floor, and the bed is just there. Staring at us.
Watching Elián sleep like this makes something old stir. Something dangerous. Something dangerous that I think Zephan might feel too.
