I Swear, I'm Not Procrastinating! *hides*
Title: Sleep
POV: Third
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Vam, Linbu
Summary: No words do we need
Let your innocent heart to speak
Still waters run deep
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline, such as it is...
A/N: This is based on the image I get when I listen to Still Waters Run Deep by The 69 Eyes
Dedicated to the lovely Dana (sadeinightshade ) because she is the only one who can deal with my insanity, and I love her for it.
Fluff, with a slight twinge of sadness to it.
It's kind of in the vein of my I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing one-shot, but they are in no way related.
One-shot
Two seperate scenes that happen at the same time.
Has anyone else noticed how Ville's eyes have faded over the years?
Jonna-bashing (because I hate the woman)
If it sucks, I'm sorry. I have no beta, and I attempted to convey everything through pure actions, and no dialouge.
The darkness was soft and still. Ville lay in bed, sleeping, while Bam watched him.
The Finn was worlds away, but Bam couldn’t help gazing at the alabaster features.
The high forehead, which wasn’t good at disguising the fine wrinkles it had gained over the years, returned to the almost milky quality it had possessed during the years of Razorblade Romance. And the tired, sad, faded eyes, which had once shone with a brilliant emerald light, were closed.
Bam sighed softly. As his eyes rested on Ville’s soft, pink lips, the American recalled all the tears he had kissed away over the time they had been together.
Tears over Jonna and her destructive, violent streak, mainly.
Ville and Bam’s relationship had started the moment Ville had turned up at Bam’s house, crying over Jonna.
The initial innocence the two men had experienced was still rife. They shared only kisses in the cover of the night.
Bam lay down and drew Ville to him. He wouldn’t let anything hurt the singer.
Not now, not ever.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Half a world away, Linde sat up in bed, gazing at Burton, whose hair was spread out like a shimmering curtain against the stark while of the pillows.
The darkness was tranquil, almost deceptive.
Linde’s grey eyes rested on Burton’s strong arms. The guitarist smiled quietly to himself as he laid down next Burton and placed his head on the other man’s chest.
Burton shifted ever so slightly at the sudden extra weight. His eyes opened, and realising whom it was, he placed his arms about Linde’s slim frame and fell asleep again very quickly.
Linde traced little circles on Burton’s bare torso, as the keyboardist’s breathing lulled him into sleep.
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Every time I hear you breathe
in the still night next to me
and your innocent heart to beat
I feel so complete
just let me listen to you gently breathe
no words do we need
let your innocent heart to speak
still waters run deep
What you say
what you do
you do it all for me and you
what I do
and what I say
I do it all to be this way
Every time I hear you breathe
in the still night next to me
and your innocent heart to beat
I feel so complete
just move a little bit closer to me
no words do we need
let your innocent heart to speak
still waters run deep
What you say
what you do
you do it all for me and you
what I do
and what I say
I do it all to be this way
What you say
what you do
you do it all for me and you
what I do
and what I say
I do it all to be this way