tra l'aldilà e il mio nido ;
He leaped up, breathing unsteadly and raking his hand through his hair. He could feel the sweat running cold on his back, pooling around the waistband of his boxers. A soft, shivering tremble rippled from his shoulder down and ran up his body again. Videl, by his side rubbed her eyes in a quiet, child-like way while trying to look at him past the sleepiness.
"What is it, hm?"
"Nightmare." He took a deep breath in and lay down again. His fist clenched and he turned his back to her. He couldn't face her. She had already seen him being that guy, the one he didn't want to be. Now she'd have to live with that man. A murderer. A cold-blooded murderer. His shoulders hunched and he curled up to a fetal position, incapable of staring at her. "Go back to sleep, ragazza."
Her hand touched his naked shoulder, sliding until she reached his waist, snuggling her body up against his. Her cold little nose touched his back and his heartbreakingly held her hand. Mario felt when she stretched and tried her best to curl up against him, given the height difference (Videl was 4'12" while he was 5'10"). He towered in front of her but she didn't mind.
"You know that I was the one supposed to hold you and protect you", murmured he blandly, caressing her hand.
"I know. And you did, so now it's my turn."
"Videl..."
"I don't fear you. I never will, Ma. You're too kind to be cruel."
"How can you?"
"I'd have done the same." Her lips gently touched his back, dropping slow, little, kind kisses from his neck down on his spine line. She held him so close and so tight then that Mario felt her short, thin nails carving tiny crescent-shaped marks on his skin. He didn't care. He needed it. He needed her. She had been the whole reason, she had always been all of his reasons. Her breath caressed his shoulders in cool puffs, rhythmically oscillating, inanely soothing. "I know you are not a murderer, Ma. It was an accident. They were after us, they were after all that we are, all that we have. It was not your fault."
Mario couldn't find it in himself to disagree with her, although he didn't even know if he wanted to. She started humming a Japanese lullaby, the quiet melody reverberating inside him. He felt himself drifting into sleep with tiredness and hurt, but he'd be ok. He had her and as long as they were together, he knew that they could make everything ok.
"What is it, hm?"
"Nightmare." He took a deep breath in and lay down again. His fist clenched and he turned his back to her. He couldn't face her. She had already seen him being that guy, the one he didn't want to be. Now she'd have to live with that man. A murderer. A cold-blooded murderer. His shoulders hunched and he curled up to a fetal position, incapable of staring at her. "Go back to sleep, ragazza."
Her hand touched his naked shoulder, sliding until she reached his waist, snuggling her body up against his. Her cold little nose touched his back and his heartbreakingly held her hand. Mario felt when she stretched and tried her best to curl up against him, given the height difference (Videl was 4'12" while he was 5'10"). He towered in front of her but she didn't mind.
"You know that I was the one supposed to hold you and protect you", murmured he blandly, caressing her hand.
"I know. And you did, so now it's my turn."
"Videl..."
"I don't fear you. I never will, Ma. You're too kind to be cruel."
"How can you?"
"I'd have done the same." Her lips gently touched his back, dropping slow, little, kind kisses from his neck down on his spine line. She held him so close and so tight then that Mario felt her short, thin nails carving tiny crescent-shaped marks on his skin. He didn't care. He needed it. He needed her. She had been the whole reason, she had always been all of his reasons. Her breath caressed his shoulders in cool puffs, rhythmically oscillating, inanely soothing. "I know you are not a murderer, Ma. It was an accident. They were after us, they were after all that we are, all that we have. It was not your fault."
Mario couldn't find it in himself to disagree with her, although he didn't even know if he wanted to. She started humming a Japanese lullaby, the quiet melody reverberating inside him. He felt himself drifting into sleep with tiredness and hurt, but he'd be ok. He had her and as long as they were together, he knew that they could make everything ok.