(AN: English isn't my first language so you will probably find grammar mistakes somewhere, I can't help it. I adore this paring so here, from time to time, I'll publish my short stories inspired by various things. This one was written while listening to The xx - Angels and the title comes from the lyrics. Enjoy (if there's anything to enjoy in my little poorly written things...)

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Perhaps this was meant to be. All the years, spent on fighting her own demons, saving people, desperately trying to make this world a better place, felt like something distant when he was close. She thought that it wasn't possible to get so attached to one person. Observing the society for many years, she was certain that the pure and true love was a blessing, something very rare and also very fragile. The fragility of those feelings was sometimes worrying her. She was afraid that one day, when she will be addicted to that man to the point of no return, he will reject her and leave her. But those were only her "trust issues" and she was sure he had them too. They've lost so many things in their lives, made so many mistakes; it was truly unthinkable that they were still able to carry on. She found her own reflection in his very existence: the same doubts about which side is the right one, the same experiences of loss, denial and grief.

Unable to sleep, she was looking at her beloved one. In the cold light of morning, his body covered with countless scars was like a statue. Sharing a bed with him was always a pleasure, but the privilege of observing him as he was sleeping was even more priceless. She touched his chest, tracing the marks of the past wounds. That gentle stroke was enough to wake him up.

"Aveline…" Still sleepy, he said her name in a sultry voice and slowly reached out to touch her cheek.

"Oh, I'm sorry for waking you up." She snuggled up to his side even more and kissed his forehead in apology. "Connor, I…" She hesitated, as if the words that she was about to say were too hard to pronounce.

"Yes?" He looked at her with those shiny, brown eyes. She was rendered speechless by this honest look. The words she wanted to say were probably obvious to him after all.

"… never mind. " She whispered and closed her eyes for a moment of comfortable silence between them.

"I am setting sail tomorrow, I have some things to do. Do you want to accompany me?" He said quietly as he tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"Of course, Capitán." She said in quite libidinous tone. "I can't wait to hear Robert saying about bringing bad luck to the Aquila with my presence on the ship." With those words she was able to make him chuckle and that was the nicest sound to her ears.

She loved him. And it wasn't necessary to say it out loud.