"I'm not sorry for our time together and I'd do it again. I slep like I haven't in years. If only there was a way to have others understand that we need eachother. That our companionship isn't about the carnal sins of the fleash, but about a platonic healing of a deep hurt that only we can sooth in each other." Vasper stated with heartfelt sincerity. But he knew it was impossible given who he was. He stood to go, but paused as he slipped off his outer shirt and handed it to Amaryllis. "I have your scent still on my comforter, it has been helpful. Perhaps my scent will help you without requiring my presence." He said quietly as he balled up the shirt, feeling quite ridiculous at the suggestion. Look at you, you're just a creepy animal Vasper. She's far better off without you near her and you know it's the truth. He thought to himself hatefully. "I'm sorry, I should go now." He replied with conviction.
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Razeth listened intently as she read. Not to the story or the words, but to the lull of Laurel's lovely voice. She was thoroughly enjoying the story to the point it transcended mere ink on a page. For it lived in her imagination and through her mannerisms as she animated the words aloud.