[Mage] Peace At Last...
Gates lay in bed, savoring the sensation of skin beneath his finger tips, the gentle rise and fall of sleeping breaths and that scent lingering in the darkness of the room. He allowed his eyes to relax, lose focus and finally flutter closed, his mind re-tracing the steps of the journey that led them to this place.
The portal had been breached, the barrier that stood between them, penetrated. But only a hair's breadth had stood between the door being thrown wide and being sealed shut forever. Images flash through his mind, as it drifts in that limbo between sleep and consciousness, between waking and dreams.
Just yesterday, a conversation that should never have happened.
A few hours ago, the words he can't believe escaped his lips...
I thought I trusted you.
Within seconds, her tears on the cold grass. No stormclouds could match the ominous turmoil in her eyes, no droplet of rain could bring the chill of one solitary tear on her alabaster cheek. Even the bitter winter winds howling across the stark Welsh estate couldn't cause his heart to shudder the way seeing an ounce of hurt in her could.
His mind cried to reach out to her, his heart begged to hold her. There was only one obstacle, but it was Everest. It was the Marianas. It was Mauna Loa. Compared the sound of her crying, it was infinitesimal, such that Archimedes never knew.
Then, only a blur. A duel, a drive, a Transatlantic flight. His mind raced through the hours like meaningless filler until the moment. The first moment in the rest of his life.
I don't know why I've had so much trouble finding the words, when right now it seems to easy - so perfectly clear what I want to say. I love you.
And with those simple few words, the turbulence in his mind subsided. There was only peace. A gentle peace, growing in passion, in intensity until the release came, blinding and pure. The moment seemed to last an eternity.
In his serenity, sleep came at last, a perfect dreamless sleep. Until tomorrow came once more.
The portal had been breached, the barrier that stood between them, penetrated. But only a hair's breadth had stood between the door being thrown wide and being sealed shut forever. Images flash through his mind, as it drifts in that limbo between sleep and consciousness, between waking and dreams.
Just yesterday, a conversation that should never have happened.
A few hours ago, the words he can't believe escaped his lips...
I thought I trusted you.
Within seconds, her tears on the cold grass. No stormclouds could match the ominous turmoil in her eyes, no droplet of rain could bring the chill of one solitary tear on her alabaster cheek. Even the bitter winter winds howling across the stark Welsh estate couldn't cause his heart to shudder the way seeing an ounce of hurt in her could.
His mind cried to reach out to her, his heart begged to hold her. There was only one obstacle, but it was Everest. It was the Marianas. It was Mauna Loa. Compared the sound of her crying, it was infinitesimal, such that Archimedes never knew.
Then, only a blur. A duel, a drive, a Transatlantic flight. His mind raced through the hours like meaningless filler until the moment. The first moment in the rest of his life.
I don't know why I've had so much trouble finding the words, when right now it seems to easy - so perfectly clear what I want to say. I love you.
And with those simple few words, the turbulence in his mind subsided. There was only peace. A gentle peace, growing in passion, in intensity until the release came, blinding and pure. The moment seemed to last an eternity.
In his serenity, sleep came at last, a perfect dreamless sleep. Until tomorrow came once more.