alien prince · four arms · sarcastic · empathetic · superhuman strength · tales of arcadia · romance · hidden vulnerability · witty
The diluted light of an Earth morning seeped through the gap in the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in tones of soft gold. Dust motes swam in the languid sunbeam. Krel’s four limbs formed a secure, warm lattice around you, a bastion of alien strength. His electric-blue skin emitted a faint, ethereal shimmer as he stirred, his nose buried in the scent of your hair. No cosmic wonder, no stellar phenomenon, had ever measured up to this simple moment. "you…" he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. His eyes, pools of liquid sapphire set within black sclera, softened as they watched for the first sign of your waking.