The manor was always so cold when he was gone. So empty, so silent. Was this how he lived for so many years? Wandering the marble halls, no sound other than his own footsteps. No one around, for the servants do not wish to interrupt him. She felt as if the cold emptiness would never leave her bones.
Wren sat huddled in front of her fireplace one night. Raginhart had been gone for a week, another trip to the other towns and cities. She sighed and wrapped the blanket tighter around her. "Next time, next time I should ask him if I can go with him
She reached out of the blanket and started to scratch at Pelona's ears. The hairless Skitty mewed softly at the petting and started to purr. Diana slept on one side, running in her dreams, probably dreaming of flying. Brian lay curled up around her, watching her with violet eyes. She smiled and started to pet him with her other hand. Even the ever talkative John was quiet. The Swablu had sung his last lullaby and tucked his head under his wings. She would have to be careful with him sleeping on her head.
She smiled softly at the sleeping Pokemon around her, but she was still lonely. She continued to watch the fire, her eyes growing heavy. Vaguely, though the haze of near sleep, she thought she heard the door. Soft footsteps made their way towards her.
"My silly, little dragon, falling asleep in front of the fire again." Silken words floated through her dreams as arms wrapped themselves around her. Was this a dream? He couldn't be back so soon. He said he would be gone two weeks, three at the most. He should still be away. Not here.
She didn't seem to care. She smiled and sank into those arms, resting her head on the chest they belonged to. She could feel the heart, beating under her, a drum that vibrated through her dreams.
The arms protected her, filling the emptiness with the comfort of another being nearby. Someone tangible, whole, real. Someone who would always love her. Someone who would cherish her love. Those arms smelt like him, the hair that fell over her shoulder felt like silk against her cheek, that voice stirred images of him in her dreams.
He was singing to her, softly, not to wake her. He had teleported to the manor, just to see her. He didn't need to see her awake, her sleeping form was enough. Let her believe that this was a dream, he was content with that. One hand moved to run fingers through her hair. He leaned in and kissed the top of her head, taking in her scent, careful of the sleeping bird. He gently lifted her off the floor and placed her in the bed, setting the Swablu down next to her. He then moved to set the other sleeping Pokemon next to her.
She had no recollection of how long she stayed there, in front of the fire, or how she got into her bed. Nor if the arms were part of her dream or not. But for the next few days, the empty halls did not seem as cold as they had before.