Laurent picks up the multi-color leaf, holding it up to admire it. This one will be his treasure. It will be the one dipped and waxed and pressed between the pages of a book, preserved forever since his love chose it for him.

Upon Elyas shifting back into a humanoid form, Laurent instinctively reaches out to begin combing his fingers through the gumiho's hair. Did he care that they were sitting on the cool ground in a public place as night stretched out around them? No. It doesn't matter where they are when they're together. And the chill doesn't bother him since he's a dead thing anyway. With all the energy Elyas' expended playing, he's probably not very cognizant of the cold right now, either.

Ah, but that smile makes him feel weak. It makes something inside the vampire flutter like he's a young creature new to the world of love. Every time, without fail. How is it possible to fall for someone again and again, every minute of every night? A contented sigh slips from him and he holds the multi-color leaf in front of Elyas' eyes.

"I will keep this one forever," he promised.