Solace
Carefully, as not to wake him up, she opens the door to his room. In the back of her mind she's aware that it's a lost cause, no matter the effort, considering she isn't silent enough not to make her presence known to him. He's a vampire after all. Her heartbeat alone is loud enough for him to hear her approach. Sill she takes her steps as quiet as humanly possible.
She walks towards him and when she reaches his bed, she sits down on the edge. Surely by now he's awake. But he pretends to be asleep cause he knows by now that she needs a few moments to adjust herself. It's not the first time she's come to him. And she's thankful for the time he gives her.
She watches him. He's handsome in daylight that's for sure. But at night and especially around her, he additionally looks relaxed. And it gives him this serene look that makes her heart cry out for him. She thinks it's ironic. How is it possible that this beautiful, passionate and caring man has always been treated like he isn't worth anyone's time or only second best? She understands now that after over a 160 years of putting up with that treatment that he has become distant, cynical and pretends not to care. But she knows better. She sees his façade for what it is. And she likes that he trusts her enough to let her look (well, more like take prolonged glimpses) behind it.
Slowly she brings her fingertips to his face. Tenderly she touches him like he might break any moment. And maybe he will. Cause for the outside world he may look invincible, even indestructible. But she knows he's just as fragile as the rest of them.
As her thump travels over his lips he opens his eyes. Blue meets brown. And she once again feels like she could stare into his eyes for an eternity, just to figure out the exact shed of blue they are. She usually refuses to look too long inside his eyes cause she thinks she might drown into the depth of his eyes. And the feelings that stir inside of her by looking.
A gentle smile graces her lips as he reaches up to cup her face with one hand. And once again she marvels at the softness of his touch. It's a contradiction in itself, cause his hands have killed and are able to kill her. But when he touches her, she cannot help but trust him and revel at the contact.
He scoots over on the bed to make room for her to lie down. Which is funny since she could have just gone to the other side of the bed in the first place. But she never does and likes that he has this considerate side in him.
She lies down, resting her head on his shoulder, her hand comfortably over the place of his heart. His arms surround her in a tight yet comfortable embrace. She likes to be in his arms, feels protected, safe and loved with them around her. As he kisses her forehead she closes her eyes and sighs contently. Now she knows she can get some much needed sleep. He will watch over her for the rest of the night. No nightmare will befall her dreams as long as he's with her. And she knows that he too will rest better with her in his arms.
No words are needed. Haven't been needed since the first night she has come to his room. They feel content in knowing that the other one's right there. And they don't think about the fact that others might think of it as wrong for her to search for comfort in his arms (they never realize that it's not only her who searches for comfort). Cause they are together… unseen by judging eyes and not understanding minds. And it's enough for the night.