This had been the 6 time this week.
Salvation bolted from his sleep, cold sweat beaded on his bare chest. He quickly turned to his side to see the very thing that was taken from him in all his nightmares, relief like a refreshing rainstorm fell over him when he saw the flowing white hair that brought him joy. Yes he was still there. Dream Eyes was fast asleep on his side facing salvation. Salvation smiled softly and ran his hand softly over the sleeping drow's cheek and down his neck to where two puncture marks remained; his hand paused for a slight moment before it was yanked away. He had had this reoccurring nightmare of his brother and Dream Eyes and this cryptic message about blood borne rights and a journey of strength. He didn't understand any of it, but turned back to look at his lover.
Dream Eyes was Salvations image of perfection he could never decide what part he liked more about the drow; his beautiful flowing long white hair, his ebony skin, or maybe