Angel snuggled down into the blankets as Luna took her place by her side. Swoop and Star followed, each finding their spot. Deacon glanced over to his beloved, praising the goddess that he had found her. He had contemplated leaving the city after Celine's wedding. He was lonely and nobody could fill the void. The women that had approached him were nice, but not real. Faces with too much makeup, trying to be what they thought he wanted. High fashion clothes, jewelry that sparkled like glitter in the sun. They were beautiful, but unnatural and unable to carry on a meaningful conversation. He would thank the goddess everyday for his beautiful Angel. Wrapping his arms around Angel and settling in to sleep, he felt Luna lick his hand, letting him know that she would watch over them.
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