Disclaimer: Okay, I'm getting sick of repeating myself, so this goes for the rest of the series: It isn't mine, and it never will be.

A/N: And here are more! I realize that the second one is sad, but let's not focus on that, please. But do review! Pretty please?

Queenankhesenamun – You're not the only one who's asked my why I frequently kill off, or attempt to kill off, Rosto. I will admit that he is my favorite character, and I tend to torture those who are on that list emotionally, but there is another (better) reason: I've exhausted the fanfic archives several times for Beka/Rosto fics, and what I've noticed is that everyone who tries to kill off one of them always ends up trying to kill off Beka. So, there has to be balance. Therefore, I have taken it into my own hands to balance it out. As for switching POVs...I don't know - I have the main hundred done(I may or may not write more - it depends on how much time I have on my hands), and I only switched once I think - I stuck one in from Goodwin's POV (in this chapter), but otherwise, it just depends on whether I write more or not.

Sunrise

They were rarely up early enough to see the sunrise, but the first time they were, they were both amazed at how beautiful it was. Rosto couldn't help leaning over to her and whispering in her ear.

"There is only one thing I can think of that is more beautiful than this," he told her. When she gave him a questioning look, he continued. "You, Beka. You are my sunrise…"

Sunset

The sun sank into the horizon. A lone figure watched it, her face sad. She had been separated from her lover for years, and it tormented her. She didn't know that it was her last day in the Mortal Realms. She had long awaited that day, when she would be reunited with her Piper. There was more than one kind of sunset in Rebakah Cooper's life.

Too Much

Rosto threw himself in the way of a dagger meant for her during a riverfront brawl. When the fight was over, Beka was the one who dragged him to a healer, despite his protests of being fine. When he complained later, she just laughed and promptly told him "You care too much."

Not Enough

At first, it wasn't enough for Goodwin that Beka and Rosto loved each other. She just wasn't happy that her friend was spending so much time with the Rogue. Eventually, though, she did come to accept it, much to Beka's pleasure.

Music

Beka's voice was music to his ears. More so than even the songs he played on his pipes. His hope was that he would continue to hear her voice until the day he died.

Smell

She woke to the smell of apple fritters filling the room. A glance at her desk showed her all she needed to know. Rosto was sitting, leaned back in the chair, grinning roguishly at her. Sitting on the desk was a small basket – that was where the smell was coming from, undoubtedly. She couldn't help grinning back at him.

Sound

There was one sound that they came to hate above all others – the sound was that of pigeons insisting on trying to get into the room at an unreasonable hour. Rosto was starting to hate pigeons, and, though she found them useful, Beka was beginning to agree with him.

Touch

Every time Rosto touched her, whether it was just a brush of his hand on hers or a kiss, a shiver ran down her spine and she flushed. She couldn't help it for the longest time, even after their relationship was established.

Taste

Pigeon feathers did not taste good. Beka and Rosto had found that out the hard way one of the days Beka had neglected to open the shutters. Pigeons had burst into the room, scattering feathers all over Rosto in particular, who had been sitting on the bed. He was not pleased.

Sight

One of the things Beka would have hated to lose was her sight. She loved being able to see, and she couldn't be a Dog if she couldn't see. And then, she would also be deprived of the sight of Rosto in the morning, with his hair down and his toned chest bare.

Posted 6/19/08