Long after the mana transfer is completed, Oberyn still stands there with his hand on Ezra's chest. The Nephilim, lost in thought, rests his head in the crook of the human's neck.
"Are you okay?" Ezra asked, snapping him back to reality.
"O-oh," Oberyn blushed, pulling his hand away and taking a step back.
Ezra regretted saying anything. He didn't want Oberyn to break away - in fact, he wished the moment would have never ended.
"I'm sorry," Oberyn murmured. "I was distracted by the sound of your heartbeat."
Ezra's eyes fluttered. The words filled him with warmth. They sounded like something a lover might say.
"It's easy to," Oberyn continued. "Your heartbeat is so strange, after all - you've got two in there. But sometimes, they beat in unison. Your mortal heart, and your 'Second Heart'."
"Is that the official name for it, now?" Ezra snickered. "My 'Second Heart'?"
