There was a murmur and a stirring of bed sheets as gentle moonlight began to filter through the bedroom windows. He was still sleeping, quietly dreaming of his lost home in the deep and timeless sea. Catherine touched his face, eliciting a soft contented moan that she could feel in his chest.

“My husband,” She sighed, tracing the unique features of his face for the millionth time. “When will you marry me? At Christmas time?”

The moon reached it’s full brightness. Catherine turned her gaze to the pale visage of that lunar maiden, the shadowy crescent of her mother, Lilith, just beginning her waxing quest.

“He doesn’t truly know me,” Catherine opined, the celestial light listening intently. “Not yet. He appears content not knowing. But I want him to.” She looked back down at her sleeping human lover.

“I want you to know, even if it kills us both. I want you to know that I did what I thought was right. I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

They had not ended the day on the best of terms. There was so much that she wanted to share, but he wasn’t having any more. Tempers flared. He didn’t need her like she needed him.

“God himself couldn’t take you from me.” She said with finality. She laid back down beside him, letting her hand rest on the side of his face, as she always did when they slept.

“Never stop searching, my love. Never stop asking questions. One day, you’ll know.” She allowed her spirit to tenderly mold to his.

“I know,” He whispered back, smiling that he had caught a glimpse of her in the silver moonlight. A satisfied lusty growl reverberated from his belly. “Mmmm, I know.”