Perfect, Platonic Love
He was there to protect her, he had been brought to the world with that only purpose. She wasn't his lover, she couldn't be. She was so pure and ethereal he couldn't dare himself to touch her.
It wasn't human passion, it was heaven's love. Perfect, platonic love.
It wasn't his real wish to have her, maybe in his human fantasies his imagination went to ridiculous situations, a kiss, a touch, a human desire of greatness and sin. But fantasies always vanished and he returned to reality. Such an angel wasn't there for those mortal mistakes. Only someone like him could understand that.
They were both far away, that beautiful moon, that unreal reflex over the surface of the water. Tied to the earth, the white wolf rose his head to the sky and howled in complete worship to his goddess. Halos of white light covered him with love and comforted him in his eternal loneliness.
Merrick opened his eyes and saw her beautiful face so close to him. Shayla caressed his hand in an infinite sample of platonic love and he smiled in stillness. Silence and darkness covered the cosmos like echoes of the ancient times of the world. Secrets of wisdom where revealed into the nature, ancient stories of the earth, the language of the silence, the archaic and perfect meaning of the world and the living.
They where both ancient creatures into a new world that had forgotten them. Deep into the silence she caressed the hands of her mortal, platonic lover. Tied to the sky, the moon opened out her arms to reach her earthborn god. White fur and warm blood where there to receive her.
Her guardian, his princess, deep into the silence, into that perfect, platonic love.