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http://pastebin.com/0igFQkgf I...didn't think I'd ever get this far with Iris, it all feels like a dream. Like I'm going to wake up, and find out the last few days of love were nothing but another fantasy of mine.
I watch the fan spin around on the plain white ceiling, as I lay on the couch with Iris ontop of me using me like a big lovable pillow...well my chest at least, can't really blame her cause I'd do the same to her if she had as much up there as I did.
It all just feels a little...weird, like something in my gut wants to rebel against it all and make me sick. I wrap my arms and wings around my sleeping master, as she grumbles something in her sleep, and pulls on my shoulders with her recently grown hands. She's just so adorable when she's asleep like this, so vulnerable and helpless and...I bite my lip as I pull my hands down her shirt.
"Ehehehe" I chuckle as I lessen my grip and cuddle around her sleeping form, sniffing her hair to try and set off my appetite so I don't go wild...she smells like dust and blood, it isn't a bad smell, it's unique...its hers.
I close my eyes, as the light of the setting sun slowly begins to drip and flow away from Iris and me, leaving us in a grey kind of darkness all wrapped around eachother in a loving cuddle. She nuzzles closer to me, my heart skipping a beat as I hug her a little tighter, and take another deep whiff of her scent.
The last few days have been like a dream, or the nights at least, when she's awake and alive and I can have fun with her...innocent fun, Like picnics under the stars or reading some book together, playing with her hair, making dresses for her to try on. Cooking, singing for her...so many fun things to do.
But when the sun is up, and she's asleep or half way to it, and I'm alone with the man eater and the broken pony,
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