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Intermission
Nov. 8th, 2011 02:25 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
mksc.livejournal.comSun crept through the dirty windowpanes casting the room illuminating the room.Tiny specks of dust, caught mid-journey through the air hovered like tiny specks of glitter. Xiphos looked at his watch, normally he would be training at this time but he wasn’t he was lying next to Sally. Sighing contently he looked over her sleeping form;she said she was damned however she looked more like an angel to him at this point in time than a demon, Mastigos were worse for doom and gloom than Moros sometimes dreamed of being.
Putting his arms around her gently so not to wake her, despite all the times he was with Tinker he had never felt as close to her or as happy as he did at this current moment. His hands laid gently on her stomach which moved very little as she breathed, staring at her he mused quietly wondering what exactly she was dreaming about. Everyone once and a while a frown would marr her face, she’d toss and turn in the night as if chased by a painful memory before falling back into a slumber no doubt aided by the myriad of pills kept on the counter by the sink. He still wasn’t sure if she knew what this was, that they had fallen into the very thing she refused to acknowledge or how she would react when she realized. Looking back down at her he wondered if it would be with violence, he then shook his head, that wouldn’t be her reaction, she knew how much he enjoyed the pain. Holding his breath as she started to toss slightly in his arms; he loosed his embrace so not to harm her. No, she was a Guardian and that meant she would simply distance herself from him, push him away and if that didn’t work then run away herself. She’d get mean because that was what she knew worked and at the end of the day it wasn’t about hurting him, it was about punishing herself. He didn’t care he wanted to show her the beauty in the world, the world she protected from idiot magi and despite her protests the world she was a part of.
Xiphos knew the moment she began to wake, tension slowly settling into her muscles as the weight of reality set back down on her shoulders. He wished he could remove some of that burden from her but she was no more likely to let him do that than she was to let him leave his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. Watching her he felt a shiver go up his back and bending down a moment he gently kissed her forehead, the lines that formed a from on her brow. His fingers ran up the colorful burst in the hollow created between her hip bone and rib cage tracing the gemini sign left in the negative space at the center of the tattoo. He smiled at her as her eyes opened, counting the seconds mentally down until the masque fell, armour sliding into place. Pointing out the chinks in her armour only annoyed her, and he seemed to be good at pointing them out. “Morning Sally” he smiled kissing her lips. “Sleep well?”
Putting his arms around her gently so not to wake her, despite all the times he was with Tinker he had never felt as close to her or as happy as he did at this current moment. His hands laid gently on her stomach which moved very little as she breathed, staring at her he mused quietly wondering what exactly she was dreaming about. Everyone once and a while a frown would marr her face, she’d toss and turn in the night as if chased by a painful memory before falling back into a slumber no doubt aided by the myriad of pills kept on the counter by the sink. He still wasn’t sure if she knew what this was, that they had fallen into the very thing she refused to acknowledge or how she would react when she realized. Looking back down at her he wondered if it would be with violence, he then shook his head, that wouldn’t be her reaction, she knew how much he enjoyed the pain. Holding his breath as she started to toss slightly in his arms; he loosed his embrace so not to harm her. No, she was a Guardian and that meant she would simply distance herself from him, push him away and if that didn’t work then run away herself. She’d get mean because that was what she knew worked and at the end of the day it wasn’t about hurting him, it was about punishing herself. He didn’t care he wanted to show her the beauty in the world, the world she protected from idiot magi and despite her protests the world she was a part of.
Xiphos knew the moment she began to wake, tension slowly settling into her muscles as the weight of reality set back down on her shoulders. He wished he could remove some of that burden from her but she was no more likely to let him do that than she was to let him leave his toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. Watching her he felt a shiver go up his back and bending down a moment he gently kissed her forehead, the lines that formed a from on her brow. His fingers ran up the colorful burst in the hollow created between her hip bone and rib cage tracing the gemini sign left in the negative space at the center of the tattoo. He smiled at her as her eyes opened, counting the seconds mentally down until the masque fell, armour sliding into place. Pointing out the chinks in her armour only annoyed her, and he seemed to be good at pointing them out. “Morning Sally” he smiled kissing her lips. “Sleep well?”
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