Third Party POV
Aquarum was just as Igniculus could remember—normally a shimmering blue with a fluid body to match his easy going demeanor, now he had this solid body that she could sit upon, lay upon, cling to. Having finally gotten used to all of the overwhelming sensations she was giving him, Aquarum had figured out that his vessel was, indeed, much stronger than the one Igniculus had. When he flipped her onto her back, growling for her to calm down, she’d giggled anxiously at such a large shift in demeanor—Cronan was raised as Pureblood royalty, his arrogance shining through alongside his confidence, his natural dominance of those beings lesser than him coming naturally to him—but Aquarum, eyes shimmering that deep, startling blue, wasn’t used to such things.
Realizing how h
