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"Good Night"

Every now and then his eyes would be drawn back to her, tracing over the details again as if he couldn't believe this was real. He soaked up every memory as if ocurred, afraid that it would be gone in the next second and wondering how it was when it didn't.

She walked by the couch on her way to bed. He watched the way the lighting set her pale skin aglow, the way sinews moved subtly beneath bare calves. She stopped, flushing with the attention. He enjoyed the way color spread across her cheeks.

"Hm?" She was mumbling again; he was embarrassing her.

He smiled faintly. "Sweet dreams, Sapphire," he whispered.

She smiled too, reflexively, and stepped closer. Her lips were very red. "I'll try," she replied, "Icarion."

Icarion... He loved the way she said his name. Hardly anyone used his full name. Just Ari. Ari the airhead.

"Are you sure you'll be okay down here?" She sounded concerned. At least it wasn't pity. He'd avoided hearing that so far.

He nodded, sitting up with a creak. He didn't know whether it was the stiff upholstery or his stiff bones. This was shameful; he felt like an old mortal. His mouth creased involuntarily.

She sat down next to him, long blonde hair falling silkily to sheathe her back. He had never asked about those funny black streaks. Would he have another chance?

"It will... take time. Sorry." Not a whisper. A wheeze. He wasn't vain by nature, but he sorrowed for the lost melody. It burned in his ears.

"Things will get better. They have to," she told him earnestly, her blue eyes fixed on him. There were no symptoms of pain on her sweet face. He knew it hurt for her to seem him in this state.

"They have to," she repeated, as if the reiteration in itself would turn the statement true.

"You shouldn't worry so..." He took a shallowed breath, before finishing, "Much. You help." He smiled again, as if in demonstration.

She leanred her head on his shoulder, feeling the hard bone jutting aginst her cheek, looking up at him. He waited for her to warm with a blush, or to try and refute the idea, but she was quiet. He didn't mind; the feel of her cool touch was very... nice, he decided. Good.

She was here, actually here, close to him, touching. This wasn't another dream or hallucination. If it was, he didn't want to wake up. If he could stay in this happy dillusion long enough, it would be worthy every pain, every hurt, every shame. She was worth it.

He felt the metered rhythm of her lungs slow gradually, the skin pushing out at him with an influx of air, inflating and withdrawing. Was she falling asleep? Her eyelids slowly lowered, dark eyelashes lingered on the upper cheeks.

"Sapphire?"

She jerked up, the rhythm broken. "Oh! I'm soooor-" She yawned,"Ree. I should go to bed..."

He smiled and leaned slightly to kiss her forehead. She put her arms around him and he tried to return the pressure, carefully. They both were porcelain.

"I love you," he said. "Remember?"

She lifted her face. He kissed her red lips, which tasted like cherries. Soft and sweet and cold. Until they had to breathe, she leaned into him, her arms around his neck, their lips moving together. He regretted the capacity of his smoke-drowned lungs.

His heart pounded. Her chest heaved. "Good night, Icarion," she said breathlessly, slipping away. He listened to her receding footsteps. I love you.....

Icarion swallowed, Adam's apple flexing thirstily, and lay back down to the same chorus of groaning joints and springs. He wouldn't sleep well tonight.

Description
"Good Night"

Every now and then his eyes would be drawn back to her, tracing over the details again as if he couldn't believe this was real. He soaked up every memory as if ocurred, afraid that it would be gone in the next second and wondering how it was when it didn't.

She walked by the couch on her way to bed. He watched the way the lighting set her pale skin aglow, the way sinews moved subtly beneath bare calves. She stopped, flushing with the attention. He enjoyed the way color spread across her cheeks.

"Hm?" She was mumbling again; he was embarrassing her.

He smiled faintly. "Sweet dreams, Sapphire," he whispered.

She smiled too, reflexively, and stepped closer. Her lips were very red. "I'll try," she replied, "Icarion."

Icarion... He loved the way she said his name. Hardly anyone used his full name. Just Ari. Ari the airhead.

"Are you sure you'll be okay down here?" She sounded concerned. At least it wasn't pity. He'd avoided hearing that so far.

He nodded, sitting up with a creak. He didn't know whether it was the stiff upholstery or his stiff bones. This was shameful; he felt like an old mortal. His mouth creased involuntarily.

She sat down next to him, long blonde hair falling silkily to sheathe her back. He had never asked about those funny black streaks. Would he have another chance?

"It will... take time. Sorry." Not a whisper. A wheeze. He wasn't vain by nature, but he sorrowed for the lost melody. It burned in his ears.

"Things will get better. They have to," she told him earnestly, her blue eyes fixed on him. There were no symptoms of pain on her sweet face. He knew it hurt for her to seem him in this state.

"They have to," she repeated, as if the reiteration in itself would turn the statement true.

"You shouldn't worry so..." He took a shallowed breath, before finishing, "Much. You help." He smiled again, as if in demonstration.

She leanred her head on his shoulder, feeling the hard bone jutting aginst her cheek, looking up at him. He waited for her to warm with a blush, or to try and refute the idea, but she was quiet. He didn't mind; the feel of her cool touch was very... nice, he decided. Good.

She was here, actually here, close to him, touching. This wasn't another dream or hallucination. If it was, he didn't want to wake up. If he could stay in this happy dillusion long enough, it would be worthy every pain, every hurt, every shame. She was worth it.

He felt the metered rhythm of her lungs slow gradually, the skin pushing out at him with an influx of air, inflating and withdrawing. Was she falling asleep? Her eyelids slowly lowered, dark eyelashes lingered on the upper cheeks.

"Sapphire?"

She jerked up, the rhythm broken. "Oh! I'm soooor-" She yawned,"Ree. I should go to bed..."

He smiled and leaned slightly to kiss her forehead. She put her arms around him and he tried to return the pressure, carefully. They both were porcelain.

"I love you," he said. "Remember?"

She lifted her face. He kissed her red lips, which tasted like cherries. Soft and sweet and cold. Until they had to breathe, she leaned into him, her arms around his neck, their lips moving together. He regretted the capacity of his smoke-drowned lungs.

His heart pounded. Her chest heaved. "Good night, Icarion," she said breathlessly, slipping away. He listened to her receding footsteps. I love you.....

Icarion swallowed, Adam's apple flexing thirstily, and lay back down to the same chorus of groaning joints and springs. He wouldn't sleep well tonight.