Vael's POV
The morning light in our apartment always looked different from the artificial lights on the ship. It was softer, warmer, and it moved across the walls as the hours passed. I stood at the kitchen counter, pouring fresh coffee into two mugs, listening to the quiet sounds of Lirien moving around in the bedroom. He was still getting used to real mornings,no ship wide announcements, no scheduled wake up cycles, just the gentle rhythm of Earth waking up outside our windows.
I took mugs to the living room and set them on the low table. Lirien walked in a moment later, wearing one of my old t-shirts that hung loose on his slim frame and a pair of soft grey pants. His silver-white hair was still messy from sleep, and he looked so beautifully out of place in this new life of ours.
He smiled when he saw me, that shy little smile that always made something warm bloom in my chest.
"Morning," he said, voice still a little husky.
