Sabrina
Perched atop the celestial heights of Mount Olympus, Hemera's Tower stands as a radiant beacon of illumination, embodying the essence of the goddess of the day. The tower's spire reaches toward the heavens, adorned with shimmering crystals that capture the first light of dawn and scatter it across the divine realm in a dazzling display. Within its walls, the interior is bathed in a golden glow, suffused with the warmth of daybreak. Ethereal tapestries depict scenes of celestial dawn, while windows fashioned from prismatic gems refract sunlight into a kaleidoscope of colors. At the pinnacle of the tower lies Hemera's sanctuary, a celestial observatory where the goddess orchestrates the dawn's arrival with celestial precision, ensuring that each new day dawns with a radiant embrace of light and hope.
Michael
In the golden embrace of dawn, Hemera stood on the balcony of their private oasis. Her hazel eyes reflecting the gold she cast upon the mortals in the light of day. Caressing those she held under her protection with the warmth of Apollo's rays, she held to the satin sheets that fell over glowing skin like a makeshift dress. A soft smile crept along her face as she stood rested, heart ablaze with the warmth and protection of Aether's love. His presence within filling the vast expanse with boundless light and tender affection. 

Satisfied with her day, she moved into the room cast in rays and crept into the sleeping form of her husband. Her head ducking beneath the shield that was his arms and forming her body to his own as she laid a soft kiss to his cheek. So often did he hold the wall that kept her safe within the night. An exhausted ethereal being, crawling beneath him in trust that she would wake to the face of perfection upon her morning once more. So often did she wake to that face sleeping peacefully beside her. Chest rising and falling to the birds that sounded outside. There were mornings where Hemera would let the sun rise late, a moment longer to study every outline of the man she adored as duties were cast aside.
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Together, they were responsible for weaving a tapestry within the skies. Painting a canvas every dawn with hues of amber and rose as Hemera ushered in the symbol of new beginnings. A sense of pride in knowing such a peaceful state of a being could hold such power, her hand entangling with his own. Delicate fingertips brushing against skin that lit her own into flames with every miniscule brush, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat from a heart he had long since promised to her alone. 

"My love, my light." Her lips brushed his nose, his cheek, as legs moved across his body and drug him closer to her in their bed made of the softest clouds within the sky. 

"I do believe it is time to wake up, for the day is here." Her voice was a soft melody, a chime to slowly coax him to the sunlight's rays. Her body an enveloping sense of heat, wrapped in a lover's embrace around him. It was here that they started each morning, and here that she thanked all the Gods within Olympia for such a thing, as any day seemed a capable feat if she was simply able to wake to him in such a fashion. 
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Cletus
As day turned to night, his wife and mother passing the proverbial torch, Aether often still stayed awake. The stars glittered and gleamed with a fire in his heart to ensure that nothing would rouse or take his beloved as she slept. 
The God of Light would draw his wish of protection in the stars and on the face of the moon, before curling up with the woman of his dreams. 
With her, his heart was overrun with love, beating so strong with that feeling even while sleeping soundly. Being a light sleeper however, little noises would shake him, though Hemera floating from the bed that morning didn't wake him. 
She was so gentle. It amazed him beyond words. 

Consciousness ebbed into his mind as he felt the clouds dip, and the trail of her fingers against his arm. 
**"...Mmm..."** He hummed, wrapping his arms around her once more as she called to him to awaken. 
Her lips were silk against his skin, causing goosebumps to follow. Dipping his head into the crook of her neck, he breathed in the scent of her, smiling.

Aether was not one to ask for just a little more time, even if Hemera spoiled him with just a few more minutes. 
The God of Light opened his eyes, and a painting was cast from the heavens in golden oranges and that gradient into cornflower blue. 
The sun would be cresting, but there were still a star or two twinkling in the distance, granting thanks to Helios and Apollo. 

**"I'm so thankful and lucky that I get to wake up to you everyday. You are my forever and always, my love."** 
Aether kissed her neck, her jaw, and her cheek.
**"Did you sleep well?"** An eye peeked up at her, through the cascade of blonde hair.
Michael
So easily did he entrap her in his brilliance. His arms moving around her in a steadfast wall against the world and all her worries. Her body melting into his lips with a sigh of contentment. "My light." She whispered with pride as his light was cast upon the sky in the most beautiful mosaics. Her favorite artist, and yet he had never so much as broken a sweat in painting her a canvas upon the skies every morning. A dedication to their love, and the way in which they molded together to bring those below the day as they knew it. 

"I will never tire of your words of love, nor will I ever tire of starting each day to the awe inspiring gaze that is your own looking upon me like that, my love." 
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Hemera's lips brushed his cheek, his skin wherever she may find it as he explored her own. As she reached for him again to claim his kiss. No, not a kiss, a merge, as they so often did within the mornings. His breath her own, his kiss, his skin, it was as if they gave their entire selves to each other without hesitation. Until she felt the very edges of his soul crushing down upon her and consuming her.

This was what it was to be in love with Aether, the god of light. There was no room for mediocrity, nor dullness when he was the personification of joy and the reason a room lit up when he graced his presence upon it. He held nothing but passion within him, for life, for her, for others, and it was something Hemera not only adored, but admired by her chosen. 
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"Did you know..." Her fingertips playfully brushed against his lips, moving down slowly as she spoke in sultry whispers. "That those that believe the Christian tellings of Gods, believe that woman was made by man's rib." Her fingers had delicately danced along his skin, landing where his rib caged the heart that beat beneath. "There is a part of me that challenges this thinking- but then when you kiss me, I lose sight of how I could be anything else but a part of you." 

Still her touch danced along the magnetism that was him, her eyes following it with a lust for his affections. A soft sigh coming from her to snap her from the dreamy stage of tossled sheets and expressive sounds. "I slept wonderfully, as I always do with you by my side." Her fingertips had left their exploration now to playfully touch his nose. "Did you get any sleep at all? Or were you stubbornly keeping watch over me once more?" 

Hemera had attempted many a time in their lives together to convince Aether to relent in his guard. A tower built for them within Olympus, they were as safe as any God or Goddess amongst the clouds. War did not touch them here. Yet Aether remained, steadfast in his brilliance amongst the night stars. Steadfast in his loyalty to her, and all that meant to him. Hemera safe beside him each night as she slept the exertion of her powers away.
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Cletus
His eyes scanned her. 
*Hemera.* 

Aether remembered the first time she'd turned to look his way. All breath was rushed out of him, and his legs felt like melting candles when their gazes met. 
With it, brought a painting in the sky so beautiful: oranges and purples in shades so vivid that Aether knew no painter could ever recreate.

His hand raised to brush over her cheek, quietly looking at her in awe, lips parted. She was so perfect, no architect could ever recreate her gentle slopes and tight angles.

**"I slept... Some..."** He added, sheepishly. 

Aether tried to sleep, but he couldn't let his heart settle against the first time she was nearly taken from him. Their children...
The sky had been cast out, the sun eclipsed and Aether had never been so full of rage and sadness. 
He swore to never leave her, and stuck as close as he could to her through the day, and through the night. 

The God of Light's honey hues cast down to Hemera's rosey lips. Not a crease or wrinkle, her skin so perfect, so flawless. 
He kissed her. 

Aether hadn't noticed the way his body searched for her's, scooting as close as he could and bring her leg up over his hip. 
His palm ran over her outter thigh, and down her calf to steady her in the position at her ankle. 

**"I worry... Ya know?"** 
Aether's eyes briefly flicked down, before coming back up to meet his wife's. He pressed their forehead's together, gently. Just a nuzzle. 
The God of Light needed to stay awake as long as he could, sometimes for his own sanity.
Sabrina
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