When Luna cried out his name he lost all composure and pushed into her one last time. He was a sweater coming undone and she knitted him back up with just her touch. He knew it had worked because the choking feeling was gone, his senses were alive in the quiet night. Sounds from far off into the castle could be identified through his new ears. He merely had to concentrate on one enough to decipher its origin. He could see every splash of dark blue in Luna’s irises. Every freckle that lined her nose. Her scent was everywhere, surrounding him so much he felt intoxicated. 