We are so twined, so .... I don't even know. Tegan Incubi do not dream, we do not sleep, we live in a static abyss on a way I cannot even explain. I could not dream of a future or a past, but now I can.<br/><br/>He opened the shower curtain and slowly walk stepped both himself, and her, into the semi-safety of the shower. The scent, for a moment, would be masked, just allowing them to hold one another with little to influence them other than each other. He stood with her there, kissing her softly, smiling, just staying with her.<br/><br/>it was difficult, even when she had a look of worry, about something he said, or how he acted, he was just happy to be with her. Be free of a nothingness in the Abyss. How would he understand, how would he make her understand, that no pain suffered here could ever equal a moment in the world he had lived in. No amount of blood shed or pain experienced would seem a comparison to nothingness.<br/><br/>There was also the need to show her the last form, that of the demon. She would need to see all of his forms, be able to still want him in all of his visages. He was a little worried about it, it was...tailored, to him and also a perverted form of his angelic state. It would prove to be a tough experience for both of them, or so he thought.<br/><br/>He reached down, grabbed the soap and began to clean Tegan, not worrying about the future for a little bit. Just enjoying being here, being in the shower and with her. Being her lover.