[Mage] Slipping Away...
I’ll never be
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a kamikaze fighter;
He had helped her drift off to sleep, as he had to do so often these nights. The nightmares were getting worse - each night he had to put forth a little more effort to make sure she'd sleep through the night. To make sure she didn't dream. If she did, she'd thrash and toss and turn - what good is sleep if you wake up more tired than before?
Don’t count on me to storm the barricades
And take a stand, or hold my ground;
You’ll never see any scars or wounds -
I don’t walk on coals, I won’t walk on water:
Echoes of their conversation rang through his mind. He had admitted his fear - fear of losing her to one of the many that had recently professed their undying adoration. Every muscle in his body tensed, even now, hours after the fact. What was worse, though? Knowing fear lived in his heart, or having to admit it to another human being, no matter how intimately he trusted her?
I am no prince, I am no saint,
I am not anyone’s wildest dream,
But I can stand behind
And be someone to fall back on.
It was peaceful to watch her sleep. The chair creaked lightly under his weight as he balanced it on his hind legs, gently rocking. After a few minutes, his hands were no longer balled in fists. His teeth had stopped grinding, his clenched jaw eased and his breathing fell into a slow, deep rhythm to mirror hers.
Some comedy -
You’re bruised and beaten down
And I’m the one who’s looking for a favor.
Still, honestly, you don’t believe me
But the things I have are the things you need.
You look at me like I don’t make sense,
Like a waste of time, like it serves no purpose -
Still, his own words whispered in the silence of the room. He was scared to lose her. Scared that one day, she would find someone who could offer her things he couldn't.
I am no prince, I am no saint,
And if that’s what you believe you need,
You’re wrong - you don’t need much,
You need someone to fall back on...
Gates stood and paced the room, his newly-found zen embedding itself deeper in his mind. He was not the type of man to show fear. To acknowledge the opportunity for failure. He had been outmatched countless times in his life, but had always come through. Through grit. Guile. Sheer determination.
And I’ll be that: I’ll take your side.
If I’m the only one, I’m used to that.
I’ve been alone, I’d rather be
The half of us, The least of you,
The best of me.
Sliding into bed next to her, Gates wrapped his arms around her. Without waking, she turned into his embrace, her head finding the crook of his shoulder as it had so many times before. She curled against him naturally, seamlessly. He kissed her forehead, inhaling the sweet girl-smell of her hair.
Sighing heavily, Gates allowed his eyes to finally flutter closed, for sleep to take him in its arms the way he had just taken her into his. She would be his greatest adventure.
And I will be your prince,
I’ll be your saint, I will go crashing through fences
In your name. I will, I swear -
I’ll be someone to fall back on!
I’ll be the one who waits,
And for as long as you’ll let me,
I will be the one you need.
I’ll be someone to fall back on:
Your prince, Your saint,
The one you believe you need
I’ll be - I’ll be
Someone to fall back on.
A knight in armor
With a sword in hand,
Or a kamikaze fighter;
He had helped her drift off to sleep, as he had to do so often these nights. The nightmares were getting worse - each night he had to put forth a little more effort to make sure she'd sleep through the night. To make sure she didn't dream. If she did, she'd thrash and toss and turn - what good is sleep if you wake up more tired than before?
Don’t count on me to storm the barricades
And take a stand, or hold my ground;
You’ll never see any scars or wounds -
I don’t walk on coals, I won’t walk on water:
Echoes of their conversation rang through his mind. He had admitted his fear - fear of losing her to one of the many that had recently professed their undying adoration. Every muscle in his body tensed, even now, hours after the fact. What was worse, though? Knowing fear lived in his heart, or having to admit it to another human being, no matter how intimately he trusted her?
I am no prince, I am no saint,
I am not anyone’s wildest dream,
But I can stand behind
And be someone to fall back on.
It was peaceful to watch her sleep. The chair creaked lightly under his weight as he balanced it on his hind legs, gently rocking. After a few minutes, his hands were no longer balled in fists. His teeth had stopped grinding, his clenched jaw eased and his breathing fell into a slow, deep rhythm to mirror hers.
Some comedy -
You’re bruised and beaten down
And I’m the one who’s looking for a favor.
Still, honestly, you don’t believe me
But the things I have are the things you need.
You look at me like I don’t make sense,
Like a waste of time, like it serves no purpose -
Still, his own words whispered in the silence of the room. He was scared to lose her. Scared that one day, she would find someone who could offer her things he couldn't.
I am no prince, I am no saint,
And if that’s what you believe you need,
You’re wrong - you don’t need much,
You need someone to fall back on...
Gates stood and paced the room, his newly-found zen embedding itself deeper in his mind. He was not the type of man to show fear. To acknowledge the opportunity for failure. He had been outmatched countless times in his life, but had always come through. Through grit. Guile. Sheer determination.
And I’ll be that: I’ll take your side.
If I’m the only one, I’m used to that.
I’ve been alone, I’d rather be
The half of us, The least of you,
The best of me.
Sliding into bed next to her, Gates wrapped his arms around her. Without waking, she turned into his embrace, her head finding the crook of his shoulder as it had so many times before. She curled against him naturally, seamlessly. He kissed her forehead, inhaling the sweet girl-smell of her hair.
Sighing heavily, Gates allowed his eyes to finally flutter closed, for sleep to take him in its arms the way he had just taken her into his. She would be his greatest adventure.
And I will be your prince,
I’ll be your saint, I will go crashing through fences
In your name. I will, I swear -
I’ll be someone to fall back on!
I’ll be the one who waits,
And for as long as you’ll let me,
I will be the one you need.
I’ll be someone to fall back on:
Your prince, Your saint,
The one you believe you need
I’ll be - I’ll be
Someone to fall back on.