Le troisième jour de l'Avent
Title: darkness
Word Count: 235
Disclaimer: All lieees
A/n: Ahh only just got this on time! Half written a longer one which I was going to post, but if you're lucky, you'll get it tomoz!
You wake up, gasping for breath, eyes wide open, palms clammy, grabbing the bedsheets. In your half dreaming state, distorted shapes encircle you, you’re suffocating, choking, drowning. A hand reaches out of the darkness and comes to rest on your arm, it’s a perfect oxymoron, soft and strong, it calms you, scatters the demons that taunt you into the abyss of the darkness. When he hears your breathing steady he comes closer, wrapping himself around you, protecting, comforting. His lips find yours, slightly dry, slightly abrasive, yet ever so soft and ever so reminiscent of home. You turn over, into his embrace, eager for sleep to return, safe in the knowledge he’ll protect you. You whisper his name into the darkness and he brings his lips to your forehead, “sleep my love, I’m here”. There’s a warmth radiating from him, a sentimental might call it the power of love, you simply call it John. This feeling has no other name, and suddenly half ideas form in your brain, desperate for release, unspoken emotions, indescribable desires, declarations of love, you open your mouth to say something, but you can’t, your mouth goes dry and the words disappear like smoke in the wind. But one look at him in the dim light, tells you everything you want to hear. Words are meaningless, they have no place tonight, you don’t need to say a word, because he knows.