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In Unguarded Moments
When you wake in the morning...when you walk the streets in the day...when you work late into the night...when you close your eyes to sleep... I am never far from you. I dwell in the shadows...I hide in the darkness...but I am there as I always have been. I will never leave your side for I am your guide and guardian...your servant and soldier...your knight. I am yours entirely. You own me in a way Irons cannot comprehend...cannot compete with. I would do anything and everything for you...fight for you...kill for you...die for you...
I am bound by duty to you...but, I stay on out of love. It is an unrequited love, a love befitting the setting of the shadows. I cannot extinguish the flame, but I can contain it. It can fuel the determination I have to protect you at all costs, but it cannot blind or bind me. For I know that if I were to release that love, I would lose all semblance of control. And I could not protect you that way. I must know my place. I must not fail you.
The slender thread of self-control is all that holds me back...well, that and the fact that I fear your rejection...your derision...your revulsion...or worse, your pity. So, I stay silent. I do my duty and it is a rare moment that I falter...that I let a flicker of the flame escape to melt some of the ice that encompasses me. Those are the unguarded moments - moments when there seem to be only you and I...moments that fed the flame. I treasure each one even as I despise the weakness that has led to it. I must be strong and yet...
How can I resist the temptation of such moments? When you lose yourself in thought...when you sip silently at your morning cup of coffee...when you look out at the stars...and when you slumber... I watch the steady rise and fall of your chest... I breathe in your intoxicating scent... I listen to your soft sighs and wonder...could you be dreaming of me? I know I dream of you. And yet, there are the dark nights, too. Haunted by ghosts of the past, you entangle yourself in sweat-drenched sheets and scream names of those you've lost. It pains me to see you that way and you cannot know how I wish to come close...to comfort...to show that I'm there for you. But, I cannot...I shan't overstep the boundaries between us.
It is the same each time you visit the graves of those lost loved ones. The way your eyes dim in pain, yet shine with unshed tears... The ways your lips tigthen in a grim line then move to whisper to the dead... The way your wind-swept hair goes ignored... The way you seem so strong...and yet, so vulnerable. You are the Weilder, but you are not invincible. I know that and I do not fault you for it. You are only human at heart after all. So, in those moments, I can pretend that you need me as I need you... I can pretend that I am worthy of loving you... I can pretend that you prefer me over your Irish rogue... I can pretend that...
You may love me, too. So, you see...
"I love you...in unguarded moments."
In Unguarded Moments
When you wake in the morning...when you walk the streets in the day...when you work late into the night...when you close your eyes to sleep... I am never far from you. I dwell in the shadows...I hide in the darkness...but I am there as I always have been. I will never leave your side for I am your guide and guardian...your servant and soldier...your knight. I am yours entirely. You own me in a way Irons cannot comprehend...cannot compete with. I would do anything and everything for you...fight for you...kill for you...die for you...
I am bound by duty to you...but, I stay on out of love. It is an unrequited love, a love befitting the setting of the shadows. I cannot extinguish the flame, but I can contain it. It can fuel the determination I have to protect you at all costs, but it cannot blind or bind me. For I know that if I were to release that love, I would lose all semblance of control. And I could not protect you that way. I must know my place. I must not fail you.
The slender thread of self-control is all that holds me back...well, that and the fact that I fear your rejection...your derision...your revulsion...or worse, your pity. So, I stay silent. I do my duty and it is a rare moment that I falter...that I let a flicker of the flame escape to melt some of the ice that encompasses me. Those are the unguarded moments - moments when there seem to be only you and I...moments that fed the flame. I treasure each one even as I despise the weakness that has led to it. I must be strong and yet...
How can I resist the temptation of such moments? When you lose yourself in thought...when you sip silently at your morning cup of coffee...when you look out at the stars...and when you slumber... I watch the steady rise and fall of your chest... I breathe in your intoxicating scent... I listen to your soft sighs and wonder...could you be dreaming of me? I know I dream of you. And yet, there are the dark nights, too. Haunted by ghosts of the past, you entangle yourself in sweat-drenched sheets and scream names of those you've lost. It pains me to see you that way and you cannot know how I wish to come close...to comfort...to show that I'm there for you. But, I cannot...I shan't overstep the boundaries between us.
It is the same each time you visit the graves of those lost loved ones. The way your eyes dim in pain, yet shine with unshed tears... The ways your lips tigthen in a grim line then move to whisper to the dead... The way your wind-swept hair goes ignored... The way you seem so strong...and yet, so vulnerable. You are the Weilder, but you are not invincible. I know that and I do not fault you for it. You are only human at heart after all. So, in those moments, I can pretend that you need me as I need you... I can pretend that I am worthy of loving you... I can pretend that you prefer me over your Irish rogue... I can pretend that...
You may love me, too. So, you see...
"I love you...in unguarded moments."