One of Many
Posted: Mon Jan 06, 2003 1:56 pm
Title: One of Many
Author: Ryll
Pairings: 1xR
Rating: PG I guess
A/N: This came to me one night as I was fighting insomnia and playing Hey You from Pink Floyd over and over again in my head. So I pulled out my song book and just stated writing in the dark hoping that it would be legible when I found it the next morning. So this is what I found, a very short Relena and Heero fic that has abslutly no plot no pupose and unfortunantly no lemon. Oh well Enjoy.
Thanks much Mi-Chan for beta reading.
One of Many
It?s dark out, and there are no stars shinning brightly in the earth sky. No moon to light my path to her window on this dreary night.
Yet I am still here. Sitting quietly just outside her bedroom window, waiting.
I will protect her from anything that dares to creep past me in these dark hours of the night, any one who dares defile my precious dove.
Though she doesn?t see me, she knows I?m here, somehow. At night or times when she is alone, she talks to me; telling her innocent secrets. She misses me and the strength she feels when I?m near. But she understands. She knows not why I hide myself, just that I must. I hide for reasons unknown to even myself and fears that I don?t have the courage to face. Fears I can?t face? Not yet.
Tonight is different though; in this black starless night I can no longer here her sweet voice speaking to me through the thin glass of the window and it?s draping curtains. I can only hear her quit sobs. It?s a sound I?ve not herd from her in many years. Not once have I ever thought that tears could stain her ivory cheeks. She has been so strong for her people. So strong for me. Her political fa?ade keeps all her pain and hurt locked deep inside her soul. But tonight something has finally broken through the walls to unleash those tormented waters that have lay so silent behind her eyes. Tonight she has left herself unguarded, tears streaming down her fair face into the pillow she clutches so tightly.
It is now; out of all the other times I have resisted my emotions, that I accept the pain I feel at the sight of her tears. I open her balcony window and enter her room without a sound slowly advancing towards her shaking form. There was a time when she would have been ashamed to let another soul see her true self. Something has hurt her so deeply I can only hope that she might gain some sort of strength from me as she said she once did during the war. I sit down beside her. Weary not to get to close. If I draw to near, even to feel the warmth radiating from her tender skin I know I would surly lose control. So I sit near her, waiting patiently.
I have been so lost in my thoughts of her I?m startled to find that hours have past and her tears have run their course, her silent sobs have ceased and her breathing has evened out; relaying to me the signs of sleep. I shift to leave but relax back down to the bed as she wakes from her slumber. Looking down on her face with the aid of the unsheathed moon, deep ocean blue eyes meet my own. It?s the first time in along time I have seen the lively colors of her eyes, and then her warm smile. Staring down at her in the moon light, I know that I have completed my mission. There is still a deep sadness about her, but in her I can feel the strength she needed so desperately of me. And her gratitude is evident in her smile.
I stand from my place on her bed and then, without any thought to doubt my actions, I lean back to her and brush her forehead ever so gently with my lips. This act of physical contact has endangered the already weak hold I have over my emotions. I suppose she can see this and does not protests as I make a hasty exit.
At the window I hear her words of thanks traveled almost soundlessly to my keen ears, and I know that everything is going to be alright, even if I don?t belong here right now.
That?s It. I write songs not fiction so I have no intention of posting anything again or adding to this one. Then again nothing is ever set in stone for me, so perhaps as Vera says, ?We would meet again someday.? Questions and comments are appreciated, I'll still be lurking around.
Author: Ryll
Pairings: 1xR
Rating: PG I guess
A/N: This came to me one night as I was fighting insomnia and playing Hey You from Pink Floyd over and over again in my head. So I pulled out my song book and just stated writing in the dark hoping that it would be legible when I found it the next morning. So this is what I found, a very short Relena and Heero fic that has abslutly no plot no pupose and unfortunantly no lemon. Oh well Enjoy.
Thanks much Mi-Chan for beta reading.
One of Many
It?s dark out, and there are no stars shinning brightly in the earth sky. No moon to light my path to her window on this dreary night.
Yet I am still here. Sitting quietly just outside her bedroom window, waiting.
I will protect her from anything that dares to creep past me in these dark hours of the night, any one who dares defile my precious dove.
Though she doesn?t see me, she knows I?m here, somehow. At night or times when she is alone, she talks to me; telling her innocent secrets. She misses me and the strength she feels when I?m near. But she understands. She knows not why I hide myself, just that I must. I hide for reasons unknown to even myself and fears that I don?t have the courage to face. Fears I can?t face? Not yet.
Tonight is different though; in this black starless night I can no longer here her sweet voice speaking to me through the thin glass of the window and it?s draping curtains. I can only hear her quit sobs. It?s a sound I?ve not herd from her in many years. Not once have I ever thought that tears could stain her ivory cheeks. She has been so strong for her people. So strong for me. Her political fa?ade keeps all her pain and hurt locked deep inside her soul. But tonight something has finally broken through the walls to unleash those tormented waters that have lay so silent behind her eyes. Tonight she has left herself unguarded, tears streaming down her fair face into the pillow she clutches so tightly.
It is now; out of all the other times I have resisted my emotions, that I accept the pain I feel at the sight of her tears. I open her balcony window and enter her room without a sound slowly advancing towards her shaking form. There was a time when she would have been ashamed to let another soul see her true self. Something has hurt her so deeply I can only hope that she might gain some sort of strength from me as she said she once did during the war. I sit down beside her. Weary not to get to close. If I draw to near, even to feel the warmth radiating from her tender skin I know I would surly lose control. So I sit near her, waiting patiently.
I have been so lost in my thoughts of her I?m startled to find that hours have past and her tears have run their course, her silent sobs have ceased and her breathing has evened out; relaying to me the signs of sleep. I shift to leave but relax back down to the bed as she wakes from her slumber. Looking down on her face with the aid of the unsheathed moon, deep ocean blue eyes meet my own. It?s the first time in along time I have seen the lively colors of her eyes, and then her warm smile. Staring down at her in the moon light, I know that I have completed my mission. There is still a deep sadness about her, but in her I can feel the strength she needed so desperately of me. And her gratitude is evident in her smile.
I stand from my place on her bed and then, without any thought to doubt my actions, I lean back to her and brush her forehead ever so gently with my lips. This act of physical contact has endangered the already weak hold I have over my emotions. I suppose she can see this and does not protests as I make a hasty exit.
At the window I hear her words of thanks traveled almost soundlessly to my keen ears, and I know that everything is going to be alright, even if I don?t belong here right now.
That?s It. I write songs not fiction so I have no intention of posting anything again or adding to this one. Then again nothing is ever set in stone for me, so perhaps as Vera says, ?We would meet again someday.? Questions and comments are appreciated, I'll still be lurking around.