Densel x Aurelia

Densel felt her hand sliding away from his face, and had the absurd thought of holding her hand. Instead, his steadied her figure in his arms with a hand on her shoulder, his red eyes dark with curiosity.

His father was gone.

What was this girl?

He pulled her against him, and watched as a soft leaf of ivory fluff fell against her hair. Despite its spiritual hue, Densel could not even compare it to her hair, which was a soft curtain of silk that he admired fully.
By Gods, she was exquisite.
Lifting a hand, he brushed it away from her hair, and listened to her melodic voice. It was soft as a whisper, but he was a Hound- he could hear anything from thunderclaps miles and miles away to an enemy hoping to evade him.

"I'm not an angel, Princess, period." He said hollowly, in an emotionless tone. "That could not possibly be any further from the truth." He confessed, and he watched as her own hand trailed close to her full lips. After a moment of hesitation, he noticed her immense blood loss was making her paler than any being should be.
"You shouldn't speak, Princess." He added, while he tore his thin jacket off to cover her. He didn't know if she could be cold in his dream, but he didn't want to take chances.

He paused at that thought.
He had sounded like a complete lunatic.

He heard her speak once again, her melodic, soft voice interceding his thoughts and flooding his mind. Aurelia. Such a gentle, beautiful name. He didn't reply to her refuting his calling her Princess. He didn't feel he had done wrong to do so. He felt her insignificant weight pressing against him and he instinctively replied.
"Densel.. I'm Densel Haveras Taeros." He said quickly, and immediately cursed himself internally. God damn, what had he been thinking? Not just his first name... but his full one? Taeros was  a revered name- The Pack of Shadow Hounds directly in Hades' service. How could he have possibly been so absentminded and more than that, stupid?