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¬Luella 

Thought and I sit outside on the balcony, looking out across the desert plains that have been casted into shadow by the fallen sun. Night here is remarkable, the once red sound now pale and milky from the brilliant moonlight.  

“So you don’t need to sleep?” I ask curiously, glancing at my mate who lounges back in a chair beside me. We have been sitting out here for a while now, talking about the most random things we could come up with. It’s bonding, in a way, drawing closer to each other with only the simple things being shared. It’s how we would have come to know each other in a normal circumstance. 

“No. But pure blood immortals do anyway to fill time,” he admits, silvery eyes glistening s