The night I spent in the arms of my guardian, with my sweet child sleeping in reach, was a slumber spent half in contemplation, and half in the throes of passion, spent forms entangled with one another, my limbs encumbered by the vice-like trap of my lover's hold, left me gazing upon him with a quiet resolution, and stroking my fingers through the length of his pale colored hair. Where had the time gone, that I had not encountered so passionate a man as I was kept by now? His steady breathing a welcome reprieve from the sound of my own heartbreak, I found myself wishing nothing more than to bury my face against his chest, the earthy scent of his skin and the warmth of his embrace, brought to me a comfort I often found I could not live without.

In the security of his presence, I let my eyes drift half-closed and stared along the shadowed ceiling of our sleeping area, the sheer veils that secluded us from prying views and eyes lazily draped in arches and sweeping cascades of red, purple, blue, and silver with gold, the waft of a perfumed incense flowing in a hazy fog, from burners that were lain in strategic locations, lent their intoxicating scent to our tiny little 'family' and drew with it, the calling of Morpheus' reign.

The struggle to keep my eyes open, though failing, left a dreamy sort of din somewhere in the back of my mind. The dark voices that proclaimed me to be at fault, silenced, and left nothing more than an echo in their wake that was overtaken by the whispers of a heart that I could ear beating directly beneath my ears. 'Loved, desired, cherished and protected, stubborn, and willing to give all for you.' That this man's heart beat in tempo, and solely for the right to win my own, I found a strange sort of peace from my earlier self-destructive states, and turned the phantom's influence from a curse, and into a blessing.

Never had I in my short life, knew that I would find one whom held me in such regard, as a jewel within a crown. My arms heavy with the fatigue of a night spent reminded that my own pleasures were just as important as giving my life and strength to protect my kit, I drew them around that stubborn man whom claimed me, and against my bosom kept his head. A tremble escaping at the mused sigh he breathed against my chest, and the instinctive press of a soft kiss, I allowed myself to fall into the Dreamer's mercy.

At least in the eyes of He whom Created Majesty, I would be welcomed with the joy of a life given in offering.

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Medium - Adobe Photoshop CS6
Time Spent - Approximately 4 hr 45 min
Tutorials Used - Greg Martin (How to Make A Planet), (How To Make A Starfield)

Various Custom Brushes Including:
http://browse.deviantart.com/art/Space-brushes-sampler-92452470
http://ov3rmind.deviantart.com/art/Nebula-Brush-1-157096846
http://kabocha.deviantart.com/art/Galactic-Brushes-PS7-73207640