Letting out a soft whimper as he woke up, he felt unnatural and pained, his stomach growling but having no clue how to feed himself as a human would and the sleep that no angel should have making him feel groggy and unbalanced. He was used to being wide awake and alert, and this change was startling, but the second he felt thin, comforting fingers thread through his hair he relaxed, nuzzling against the soft pillow his head was on.
Except when he opened his eyes, he realized it wasn’t a pillow at all, but Atropos lap. Rolling over, he looked up at her with wide and confused eyes before catching the hand in his hair with his own hand and holding it. Everything about her seemed so soft and serene in this moment that he had hardly believe she’s one of the Fates, the same Fate that once cursed and threatened him and that had once had black eyes.
All his common sense told him that he should have feared her more, but he’d never felt so safe before in his life, which seemed absurd considering he had never been more lost and vulnerable before in his life.
