My sleeping angel

My Sleeping Angel
Syra


Night. It can be the loneliest hours of the day. As the sun has fallen from the sky, a backdrop of shimmering stars is placed within a velvet sky. Yet those small lights seem far away, and even the pale moon could only cast off a reflection of light. In those cold hours, something as strong as love could be tested, questioned, and drawn out.

From the cold autumn night, a cold wind wound its way through the mountains. As it wove between the jutting forms of the ancient rock structures, it tapered off, no long holding the intensity of its beginnings. Yet it still held the cool touch, and as it found its way into an open window high within a desolate looking tower, it served as the perfect waking call for one caught in slumbers grasp.

It kissed the bare chest of the sleeping drow, sheets having entangled themselves around long legs, effectively leaving his torso revealed to the night. And as the tanned skin pricked into small goose bumps across the unmarred skin, the flutter of eyelashes signaled a mind returning from the land of dreams.

Yet the figure was reluctant to be drawn fro the warm and comforting embrace of sleep and into the chill of night. The weariness accumulated from the day having built up until he fell into a deep sleep, it all being carried away with every second kept within the bounds of slumber.

As a small moan signified his displeasure, ruby eyes finally opened to accept the wake up call that Mother Nature had provided for him. Blinking from even the small amount of light drifting through the open window, the drow turned his head away from the disturbance. This gave him a view that was worth the wake up call.

They had drifted apart in the hours since they had fallen asleep in each others arms. He almost wished that he could survive the days while simply staying awake at night, holding Shander to him. He had to admit that he was developing a horribly soft and romantic spot for his lover, something that he had not given towards anyone else. With others, it was simply about lust, but it was not that way with Seiki Shander, his angel.

And he looked just like one as he slept. Though his gorgeous eyes were closed as he dreamt, the halo of soft blue hair that was spread out across his pillow seemed to accentuate him enough. The pale skin that covered his body, unmarred and beautiful, was bathed in moonlight till it disappeared beneath the pure white sheets, the texture nothing in comparison to how Shander's skin felt against his. He was perfect, and he knew he could fall asleep contented simply watching the rise and fall of the others chest.

Unfortunately another chilling caress of the wind drew him farther from rest. Reluctantly drawing himself out of the warm bed, he stumbled in a sleep induced state of clumsiness to the open window. Making quick work of pulling the window back in place and sealing it with the metallic latch, a final shiver racked through his frame. Clutching himself in an effort to hold in the heat from the bed, Ryu turned to look back at his lover.

He loved him. That much he was certain of. But it scared him desperately, to think that someone else had that strong of a hold on him. He was a nomad, no home, no family, no ties. Until this of course. With Shander he had found a home in the Artemay tower. Perhaps he would be able to settle down and stay here forever, with Shander. For as dark as the tower may seem on the outside, surrounded by the rugged landscape, it was a home on the inside.

Home was as unfamiliar to Ryu as love though. How could he truly stay in one place with one person, when for years he had done nothing but wander from place to place, and bed to bed. If he could not hold back this habit, he knew the person he would be hurting would be Shander. And, the dragon boy undoubtedly had a grip on his heart. How could he hurt him?

If he did, he would screw things up for himself and Shander. And there would be no way he could be drawn back from the sin of his life if he let that happen. He was already condemned, but could he handle being done in by his betrayal of Shander. Even in the times when they were simply together, happy, these doubts plagued him. This was another new thing, thinking beyond the now, and for other people.

Selfish was a fair description of him self. He had never cared about those he slept with, fairly sure they were aware of the lack of foundation to their relationships consisting of one night in bed. Living was a day to day thing, no need to think of keeping something going. He lived for himself, and it was easy.

Now he was thinking of Shander. If I screw up, I will hurt him. Would he prefer to do this or that? What exactly are his secrets?

Could he do this? Would he be able to hold on to Shander? He knew the other was holding on to him. He had been told of the love directed at him, he say the look in his eyes. Shander would probably give anything for him, and here he was, struggling over his own insecurities in the dark. Was it fair to accept that kind of love when you are not even sure if you can return it?

That night would not hold any more musings though. Even as he began to be drawn further into his self doubts, he was brought back to awareness by a soft whimpering. Looking back over at his slumbering lover, he was slightly shocked to see his beautiful face contorted into a frown in sleep. From here it looked as if he skin was covered from a thin sheen of sweat, pale hands clutching to the sheets in desperation. He did not know what had brought upon the change from peaceful slumber to disturbing nightmare, but he wanted it to stop.

Crawling back into the shared bed, Ryu wasted no time in pulling the smaller boy flush against him self. Tucking the other in beneath his chin, his arms locked around the other, he did the only thing he could think of. He began to talk to him. Whispering words of comfort into the soft hair of the other, he mirrored the soft words with a gentle caress across the tattooed back of his lover.

Feeling the other slowly relax, tension seeping from his limbs, the drow instantly felt better. Caring about what the other felt, and willing to do anything to take away their pain, he had never done that before. Yet here he was, gently stroking the back of Shander and feeling himself comforted by the relaxation of the other. And he loved that feeling, of knowing that he was the reason why the nightmare had fled the dreams of the other. He wanted to be there, to make sure that he could chase away any problems for Shander. Perhaps in this, Shander could be his own little angel, leading him to redemption.

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