A lil' sumpin' sumpin'...
It's a gentle moon, a warm moon, the sort of moon poets write about. The moon beneath which a virgin pictures her beautiful first time. It is beneath this same moon I find myself, bathed wholly in it's luminous glow, like a soul layed bare for the world to see. And verily, this night I am... but the world is alseep, as it always is when I am about.
I make my way soundlessly across the grass, an echo of silence in the warm night air. Hair trailing behind me like silk gauze from a restless spirit, I gently float to the balcony two floors up, and light myself upon the stones with a grace practiced of centuries. If I had a heartbeat, I would measure my next few steps by it, but such functions ceased long, long ago. So instead, I rely on the cadence of her heart, too muffled beneath flesh and cloth for the rest of the world to heart, but a veritable symphony to my ears. Step... step... step...
I stand before the balcony doors, open just a crack to let the aroma of the spring evening into her room. So trusting, she is, so naive. Even without the blood empowerment, a common footpad could have made his swift way to this same balcony. I have seen to the prevention of this, of course... but she doesn't know that.
I slip into the room, clothes rustling in the light breeze along with the curtains. Certainly, I would seem only scenery to any passer-by... yet another talent, and habit, brought on by a millenia of paranoia. A few more gentle beats of her heart and I'm standing over the bed, my shadow falling across her unconscious form, eclipsing the moonlight outside.
Her breathing is deep, steady, almost comforting enough that I might be lulled into a slumber alongside her. But such a sleep would be one I could never awaken from. For as the sun would rise, I would fall... and while I am not exactly enamored by this existance, I can think of a great many other ways I'd prefer it end.
I reach a hand out then, so slowly as to seem immobile, until my fingertips brush ever-so-gently the soft skin of her cheek. She stirs at the touch, sending a shiver through my cold limbs... a shiver of what? Exultation? Anticipation? ... fear?
Her eyes flutter open, the long lashes slowly parting to reveal eyes greener than emeralds. Her naturally ruby lips turn up in a smile that could make the gods themselves cry... And surely, a darker god is in her presence, but a god all the same.
As her eyes focus, the sound of rain dripping off of sunshine escapes those crimson lips... and breaks my heart.
"Love? Jonathan? Is that you?"
And as swiftly as I entered her life, I leave it... little more than a half-remembered dream to her... though she remains much, much more to me... Until tomorrow night, my love...
I make my way soundlessly across the grass, an echo of silence in the warm night air. Hair trailing behind me like silk gauze from a restless spirit, I gently float to the balcony two floors up, and light myself upon the stones with a grace practiced of centuries. If I had a heartbeat, I would measure my next few steps by it, but such functions ceased long, long ago. So instead, I rely on the cadence of her heart, too muffled beneath flesh and cloth for the rest of the world to heart, but a veritable symphony to my ears. Step... step... step...
I stand before the balcony doors, open just a crack to let the aroma of the spring evening into her room. So trusting, she is, so naive. Even without the blood empowerment, a common footpad could have made his swift way to this same balcony. I have seen to the prevention of this, of course... but she doesn't know that.
I slip into the room, clothes rustling in the light breeze along with the curtains. Certainly, I would seem only scenery to any passer-by... yet another talent, and habit, brought on by a millenia of paranoia. A few more gentle beats of her heart and I'm standing over the bed, my shadow falling across her unconscious form, eclipsing the moonlight outside.
Her breathing is deep, steady, almost comforting enough that I might be lulled into a slumber alongside her. But such a sleep would be one I could never awaken from. For as the sun would rise, I would fall... and while I am not exactly enamored by this existance, I can think of a great many other ways I'd prefer it end.
I reach a hand out then, so slowly as to seem immobile, until my fingertips brush ever-so-gently the soft skin of her cheek. She stirs at the touch, sending a shiver through my cold limbs... a shiver of what? Exultation? Anticipation? ... fear?
Her eyes flutter open, the long lashes slowly parting to reveal eyes greener than emeralds. Her naturally ruby lips turn up in a smile that could make the gods themselves cry... And surely, a darker god is in her presence, but a god all the same.
As her eyes focus, the sound of rain dripping off of sunshine escapes those crimson lips... and breaks my heart.
"Love? Jonathan? Is that you?"
And as swiftly as I entered her life, I leave it... little more than a half-remembered dream to her... though she remains much, much more to me... Until tomorrow night, my love...