A drop of fuel for a Nightmare

"This is it?" Luna asked, incredulously, as you showed her your room. "No, this won't do. You're moving upstairs."

You were okay with that.

"We should think so, too!" she agreed in a faux-commanding tone. She'd been doing that all evening, since the two of you woke up still entangled in each other's arms. She knew it made you blush. That was probably why she did it.

"We cannot believe we didn't make you do this earlier," she remarked as she started to pull open your drawers, arranging your things in an easy to carry pile. "Even had we not planned to spend the day with you in our bed, it would have been far more convenient. You should have suggested it."

You laughed, maybe you should have. You wouldn't have gotten to talk to Shadow Shield anywhere near as much, if you had, though. She ought to give him a reward, or a gift, or a raise, or something - it was his encouragement that made you so open to her advances.

"Perhaps we shall, he has been a loyal guard since our return. We noticed his convenient disappearance last night, also."

Shadow Shield poked his head around the door. "I assure you, Ma'am, had I known of your return I would have been at my post." he lied through his teeth, winking at you the moment Luna's back was turned.

"We think that's everything." Luna said, inspecting the pile of belongings. "Do you wish us to carry anything else?"

You looked at the painting on the wall. Your one last reminder of life as it used to be. A normal life, through the day. The beauty of a sunrise, and the brilliance of a sunset.

No. No, there was nothing else.