He was

I wrapped my self with his worn leather jacket, he smelled of a hint of pineapple. He exited the kitchen, with two bottles of cream soda with a gleam of happiness in his eyes.

"Don't forget your sword, Adrian." I laughed at him as I extended my hand toward him.

"Wouldn't count on my sword, Elliott. Nor would I need it." He replied, placing a kiss to my forehead, I wrinkled my nose in protest.

The vane made a loud noise, screamed as if it had a voice of its own. I looked up to the roof quickly, terrified.

"Don't worry, Ellis." Adrian smiled. "I'm here."

And he was, not forever, but he was.