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When Taranza had agreed to have a movie night with the magician, he hadn't imagined that it would provoke such infatuation in Magolor. He found it hard to understand why Magolor seemed so excited at the prospect, given that he and Marx were used to movie marathons until dawn.
What's more, the Floralian wasn't much of a cinephile, and he feared he might not be the most receptive person. Added to this was the fact that Taranza was an early sleeper. What if he didn't like the film? What if he fell asleep before the end? Magolor would surely be upset!
Fortunately, the Halcadran had quickly dispelled his fears. Whether he liked the film or not, the important thing was to spend an evening together, and Taranza was all for that.
They'd only been officially a couple for a few weeks, so the two lovebirds were still finding it slightly difficult to acclimatize to this new part of their lives.
Despite having spent much of his life imagining himself at Joronia's side, and having consummated a multitude of romance stories, Taranza found himself intimidated now that he was actually in a relationship. Spending these days with Magolor was great, but Taranza was still a little nervous of not being able to live up to someone so incredible. Ironically enough, the other wizard felt the same way.
After a day of wandering around Dream Land and having one of those candlelit dinners Taranza loved so much, Magolor had hurried to get everything ready.
The spider was admittedly pretty tired, but watching his boyfriend go out of his way to make their night unforgettable once again had immediately put him back in the mood. There was something endearing about seeing him like this, the usual polite and ceremonial mask coming off to reveal his passionate side. He loved the "cool Magolor" as much as the "nerd Magolor", and watching him muddle through his various CDs while monologuing about the cultural impact of these films made his heart warm all over again.
Taranza had never needed to remember why he'd fallen in love with the feline, but seeing him so cheerful and enthusiastic could have triggered another love at first sight.
After inserting the disc and switching on the large flat screen, Magolor asked Lor to turn off the lights. Soon, the two magicians were snuggled under large blankets on their sofa.
From what Magolor had told him, Taranza was about to watch a masterpiece of cinema that the inter-dimensional pilot had found himself in the rubble of an ancient world forgotten during an old voyage. He couldn't stop talking about his admiration for his favorite film, which made the arachnid chuckle, finding it simply adorable. Seeing Magolor so open was always a treat.
Finally, explosions covered the screen, startling Taranza who grabbed Magolor's hand. The latter, after a quick tease, kissed the cheek of his "RanRan", which had the effect of darkening his bluish blush.
The rest of the night went according to plan, if not more amazing than Taranza's already high expectations. The drawn style struck a chord with him immediately, and as the minutes ticked by, he found himself more and more invested in the plot. With his eyes riveted and one of his hands still entangled with one of Magolor's, the bowl of popcorn quickly emptied.
If Magolor was casting small glances in his direction to assure himself of his comfort, his apprehension diminished as the movie progressed. His snide comments during certain cheesy scenes, as if in fear that Taranza would look down on him for liking what some considered a children's cartoon, also became increasingly rare. Soon enough, they were lying silently against each other, enjoying this little moment of happiness together.
It wasn't until the credits that Taranza remembered that there was a world beyond the one in the film, and that a weight had settled on his right shoulder. With some embarrassment, he realized that he had completely disregarded his surroundings, and even more so the handsome guy with whom he shared the sofa. He now felt all too well the absence of his fingers intertwined with his.
Slowly turning his head to thank Magolor for this incredible night, Taranza's heart nearly leapt out of his chest. His beloved kitty was no longer standing beside him...
He was literally sleeping against him!
Magolor rested his head against his shoulder, his arms wrapped around one of his. In a deep sleep, the love of his life emitted a little snore that could have melted him on the spot.
And by the stars, was it a light purr he was emitting?!
Taranza tensed, however, as he noticed that the pilot's hood had fallen back, revealing his scars. He wasn't sure if this was deliberate, and he knew how much Magolor hated showing them. Even if he had revealed them to Taranza before, they normally remained constantly concealed beneath the garment. It broke the Floralian's heart a little to know that Magolor thought he'd look at him differently if he left his wounds exposed for too long, but Taranza was willing to sacrifice the sight of his beautiful hair if it made him feel more at ease.
Taranza tried to stand up to give Magolor more room, but Magolor unconsciously pulled out his claws, determined not to let go of his substitute cuddly toy.
Now the gardener felt a little conflicted. This would be the first time he and Magolor had really slept together, and he wondered if he was ready to take the plunge.
Glancing again at his boyfriend, a smile formed on his face. It was so strange to see Magolor like this, so vulnerable, so peaceful, so happy. He'd let his guard down, fallen asleep in his presence, all because Magolor trusted him.
Taranza doubted that he would ever receive a greater honor in his life.
He quickly sat up again, taking care not to disturb Magolor, before curling up against him. There was a slight hesitation, then Taranza leaned towards his companion's head before placing a delicate kiss on it. Embracing him in their cocoon of sheets, the gardener murmured gentle words of comfort.
"Good night, my beautiful cosmic prince. Sweet dreams."
And with that, Taranza joined Magolor in the land of dreams, each eager to wake up in the other's arms.