A/N: Not much plot to this one. It's much more of an experimental/atmospheric piece.
Battle's End
In the glory of the battle's end, they danced and drank like it truly was the end. His smirk was a constant fixture that never swayed, never changed. Her eyes were liquid fire, passion and desire.
Til the last stream of moonlight vanished and the shadow of day slipped in, they didn't stop moving, didn't stop breathing, didn't stop living. They waited for the day, never wanting it to arrive.
And when finally it did, when the daylight slid in, he pressed his mouth to hers for a moment of calm. Then, as quickly as their celebration began in the blackness, it came to a close in the light.
They parted ways, parted their worlds, left the pieces of the night hidden in places only they would know about.
fin.