Dreams
Random thing I wrote while trying to finish one of the three stories I'm working on right now, but can't quite seem to finish. X( *angry muttering*
Anyhoo... I have no idea where this came from... so any comments, thoughts or ideas are more than welcome!
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Every night he dreams of her: long limbs tangling with his, silken hair tickling his chest and stomach, soft lips caressing his skin. He dreams of her whispered words, her moans and cries of ecstasy. He dreams of a time when she loved him. When nothing mattered but her.. not his duty, not his kingdom, not even his prince.
His life started and ended with her.
Every night he dreams of loving her, of kissing her. He dreams of being brought to the height of passion and slowly floating back to their shared bed, with her forever by his side.
Every morning he awakes alone breathing heavy, covered in sweat, and wanting. Every morning he relieves the tension in the cold dawn, before dressing in his pristine uniform, and leaving the empty room to start his day.
Every morning he watches her as she carries out her duties and chores, and tries not to notice when she eyes him with suspicion and scorn.
But when he feels that familiar pang in his heart, he reminds himself of the things he had done, the pain he had caused; reminds himself that he doesn’t deserve her forgiveness. Doesn’t deserve her. He knows he had his chance, but it’s gone now, and she is lost to him forever.
And so he dreams of her every night.
Anyhoo... I have no idea where this came from... so any comments, thoughts or ideas are more than welcome!
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Every night he dreams of her: long limbs tangling with his, silken hair tickling his chest and stomach, soft lips caressing his skin. He dreams of her whispered words, her moans and cries of ecstasy. He dreams of a time when she loved him. When nothing mattered but her.. not his duty, not his kingdom, not even his prince.
His life started and ended with her.
Every night he dreams of loving her, of kissing her. He dreams of being brought to the height of passion and slowly floating back to their shared bed, with her forever by his side.
Every morning he awakes alone breathing heavy, covered in sweat, and wanting. Every morning he relieves the tension in the cold dawn, before dressing in his pristine uniform, and leaving the empty room to start his day.
Every morning he watches her as she carries out her duties and chores, and tries not to notice when she eyes him with suspicion and scorn.
But when he feels that familiar pang in his heart, he reminds himself of the things he had done, the pain he had caused; reminds himself that he doesn’t deserve her forgiveness. Doesn’t deserve her. He knows he had his chance, but it’s gone now, and she is lost to him forever.
And so he dreams of her every night.