Bored me. Woo.
This is just a random little thing I threw together while waiting for the lunar eclipse. It doesn't really explain what happened… but it's fluffy. Everyone loves fluff.
Yeah. Even you.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
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She pressed herself up against him and wiped the dried tears from her reddened cheeks as she slowly inhaled the soft and bittersweet smell his clothes carried. Her face was buried in his shirt as she breathed deeply. He was her shield against the pain of the outside world – all her troubles.
She inhaled again, taking in all the feelings that seemed to pulse around the two of them. She relaxed and closed her eyes, feeling her own body heat radiating off of him. Oddly enough, she felt strangely comforted. Of course, that shouldn't be the case; what the two of them were doing was wrong. It could even be considered immoral. A human and a demon together; it wasn't supposed to happen. But honestly, she had stopped caring. Things had gone past her bothering to care, and all she wanted at that moment was something to retreat to, a reason to keep bearing it all.
And in all honesty, Gertrude had become that reason.
Her thoughts continued to trace back to less pleasant things, and she slowly drew her fingertips over imaginary lines on the back of his hand. Even little things like being next to him… even that could help her to occupy her wandering thoughts, and restrain them. There are always some things that nobody wishes to think of.
His hand reached to her back and began to move in slow, rhythmical strokes. It was relaxing in a mesmerizing sort of way. A slow feeling of tranquility seemed to drift over her, even if it were for a small time. She didn't resist; she allowed it to take her, pull her away from everything else. Her fingers stopped tracing his hand and she pressed her lips to it for a moment before resting her head on it, resting her soul from the emotional torrent that had torn at her, ripping apart her emotions, for the past few days.
As she looked quietly into his icy blue eyes that were warmer than they seemed, a feeling of numbness enclosed her. Her thoughts found their way to wondering what would happen to her. Would she be able to keep continuing this façade, this act that she didn't need somebody to support her, to help her keep walking, to help her keep smiling, to help her laugh, to help her keep living?
In the midst of those thoughts, between his presence and the way he continued to trace gentle patterns onto her back, she allowed her eyes to flutter closed.
And for the first time that day, she was calm.
Gertrude moved to get up from the edge of the bed when her breathing evened out, but stopped himself when he looked at his tormented, sleeping angel. No. The least he could do for her was stay by her side, in this time when she needed him most. He lay down on her bed, and smiled softly as she unconsciously moved towards him. Before wrapping his own arms around her slight form, he softly pressed his lips to her forehead.
"Sweet dreams."
And sweet dreams she had.
