Locked Away
Moon light from a full moon filtered through the trees,
illuminating the forest in a pale ghostly parody of day.
Resting a hand on one knee John Crichton attempted to watch
for enemy attacks, all he succeeded in doing was to become
captivated by his companion.
Aeryn Sun was in a light sleep, covered in a insolated
blanket. One arm was warped in gauze that was just
beginning to turn red with blood. The attack had come so fast
that both of them had been caught unawares. It had only been
fro Aeryn's quick thinking that they had escaped, now hidden
deep in this alien forest until their companions could come
for them.
Aeryn's breathing was so light in her sleep that John sighed
and reached a hand out to gently fell the pulse beat at her
neck. It was a quivering pulse that made John think of a bow
that had just fired an arrow. Shaking off the imagery John
pulled away again.
Not fast enough. Aeryn's gray eyes opened slightly,
focusing on his face in the ghost light of the moon. No
words were spoken yet. They simply watched each other.
John found himself once again basking in Aeryn's appearance,
her face holding an otherworldly beauty as the white glow of
the moon washed over it. Aeryn's already pale skin seamed so
cold, like a ice statue or a marble figure.
"What?" Aeryn spoke for the first time, her voice just above
a whisper as if she didn't want to break the strange moon
spell.
"Does it hurt?" Was all that John could think to say.
"I have learned to ignore it." Aeryn responded.
John sighed again, resigned to the fact that Aeryn still
kept her feelings hidden, even after all this time.
"We're talking about your arm, right?" John found himself
asking.
"What else could we be talking about?" Aeryn responded, her
face a mask, hauntingly beautiful in the light.
"You tell me," Something pulled John to Aeryn.
The same thing that pulled her to him. And in with only the
forest and the moon light as a witness their lips touched.
end
Moon light from a full moon filtered through the trees,
illuminating the forest in a pale ghostly parody of day.
Resting a hand on one knee John Crichton attempted to watch
for enemy attacks, all he succeeded in doing was to become
captivated by his companion.
Aeryn Sun was in a light sleep, covered in a insolated
blanket. One arm was warped in gauze that was just
beginning to turn red with blood. The attack had come so fast
that both of them had been caught unawares. It had only been
fro Aeryn's quick thinking that they had escaped, now hidden
deep in this alien forest until their companions could come
for them.
Aeryn's breathing was so light in her sleep that John sighed
and reached a hand out to gently fell the pulse beat at her
neck. It was a quivering pulse that made John think of a bow
that had just fired an arrow. Shaking off the imagery John
pulled away again.
Not fast enough. Aeryn's gray eyes opened slightly,
focusing on his face in the ghost light of the moon. No
words were spoken yet. They simply watched each other.
John found himself once again basking in Aeryn's appearance,
her face holding an otherworldly beauty as the white glow of
the moon washed over it. Aeryn's already pale skin seamed so
cold, like a ice statue or a marble figure.
"What?" Aeryn spoke for the first time, her voice just above
a whisper as if she didn't want to break the strange moon
spell.
"Does it hurt?" Was all that John could think to say.
"I have learned to ignore it." Aeryn responded.
John sighed again, resigned to the fact that Aeryn still
kept her feelings hidden, even after all this time.
"We're talking about your arm, right?" John found himself
asking.
"What else could we be talking about?" Aeryn responded, her
face a mask, hauntingly beautiful in the light.
"You tell me," Something pulled John to Aeryn.
The same thing that pulled her to him. And in with only the
forest and the moon light as a witness their lips touched.
end