The little moonbeam filtered in, casting its glow upon her face. Her thick, dark eyelashes were dusted with silver, contrasting sharply against her pale complexion. He watched as a strand of hair slipped across her forehead on to the pillow she rested her head on. Her chest rose and fell gently as she took soft, almost inaudible breaths. Her lips, the colour of rose petals, curved upwards as she smiled in her sleep.

His eyes softened as he marveled over how delicate she seemed, but never fragile. Her cheeks were flushed pink, just like those cherry blossoms she loved so much. It didn't matter how many times he brought them for her, they always made her so happy, and he didn't know whether she did it just to please him, but she always seemed surprised at the tender gesture. She'd try to make it up to him by cooking a magnificent meal, and for as much as he loved her, he'd pretend to enjoy every morsel, even if it meant he couldn't sleep from the acute stomach pains all night

He gently brushed a lock of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. Her face glowed with an air of innocence in the moonlight, an almost childlike quality masking her strength. Invariably, he drew his face closer to hers. Her nose twitched as his warm breath tickled her. He closed his battle-scarred hand over her small, calloused palm, as if to reassure himself of her presence. His eyelids were heavy and tired, but he tried to resist the fatigue. The tiny sliver of moonlight grew wider across her face as the moon rose higher in the sky, forming a halo of light around her. Unable to fight sleep any longer, he gently slipped into hazy dreams, while he watched her sleep, just like always, just like he always would.

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A/N: I did warn you they'd be drabbles. This probably only makes sense in my head because I can picture it so clearly, but whatever, reviews would be nice, even if it's to comment on how pointless reading this was (not really, but it's the thought that counts, right?).

And yes, for those of you who've read some of my other stories, I have a strange obsession for cherry blossoms, hence the need to include them in my writing as often as I can.