If You So Wish Me To
Author: BloodCalling13
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters ya di ya di ya. you know the drill.
Rating: G
Summary: One of Ian's lonely nights. Short and semi-sweet.
Quick note: This is a first fanfic I well technically my second but first posted so don't hesitate to send me feedback.
The Evil Lord loomed over his window in vein to see a great distance and through the massive creations of man to see the Mistress of Light. To him, she is nothing more than the tool to control the very thing that he has sought control of for many years. To his great dismay, she refused his proposal of the world and continued her outlandish job at the New York Police Department.
This wondrous news meant great things to The Evil Lord's assassin. He took a great liking to the lovely Lady and even more so since her rejection of his master's offer. His liking began to grow into love that now he kept secret from the entire world. He would wait every night for his master's slumber to sneak away and see his lovely Mistress. In his mind he knew she would never come to care for him but a bit of hope always lingered in his heart that she would one day. The Master of Darkness waited for his master to fall asleep soon for he wished he could see his Lady.
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She was beautiful, no that was an understatement, he thought. She was breathtaking. That's what he was searching for. His Mistress certainly had that affect on him and more.
The Master of the Darkness watched his Wielder from the fire escape as she slept peacefully upon her bed. He didn't dare enter for he didn't want to upset her but his will was dissolving as she began to toss in her sleep. He gave in and towered over her small frame as he stood there. He slowly removed the offending gloves his master made him wear all the time. He traced her face features thoughtfully. She stopped tossing and settled down with a sigh and rubbed her face against his hand.
He smiled as he kissed her forehead. He whispered his love to her as she slept, hoping that once his Mistress of Light wakes she would see him as a man and not what The Evil Lord's minion and see his love for her.
One day, he thought as he left his mistress, one day we shall be together as the Witchblade intends. Nothing shall stand in my way if you so wish me at your side, not even Irons. One day my Sara, one day. Ian thinks as he leaves to tend to his hateful master, but not for long.
Author: BloodCalling13
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters ya di ya di ya. you know the drill.
Rating: G
Summary: One of Ian's lonely nights. Short and semi-sweet.
Quick note: This is a first fanfic I well technically my second but first posted so don't hesitate to send me feedback.
The Evil Lord loomed over his window in vein to see a great distance and through the massive creations of man to see the Mistress of Light. To him, she is nothing more than the tool to control the very thing that he has sought control of for many years. To his great dismay, she refused his proposal of the world and continued her outlandish job at the New York Police Department.
This wondrous news meant great things to The Evil Lord's assassin. He took a great liking to the lovely Lady and even more so since her rejection of his master's offer. His liking began to grow into love that now he kept secret from the entire world. He would wait every night for his master's slumber to sneak away and see his lovely Mistress. In his mind he knew she would never come to care for him but a bit of hope always lingered in his heart that she would one day. The Master of Darkness waited for his master to fall asleep soon for he wished he could see his Lady.
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She was beautiful, no that was an understatement, he thought. She was breathtaking. That's what he was searching for. His Mistress certainly had that affect on him and more.
The Master of the Darkness watched his Wielder from the fire escape as she slept peacefully upon her bed. He didn't dare enter for he didn't want to upset her but his will was dissolving as she began to toss in her sleep. He gave in and towered over her small frame as he stood there. He slowly removed the offending gloves his master made him wear all the time. He traced her face features thoughtfully. She stopped tossing and settled down with a sigh and rubbed her face against his hand.
He smiled as he kissed her forehead. He whispered his love to her as she slept, hoping that once his Mistress of Light wakes she would see him as a man and not what The Evil Lord's minion and see his love for her.
One day, he thought as he left his mistress, one day we shall be together as the Witchblade intends. Nothing shall stand in my way if you so wish me at your side, not even Irons. One day my Sara, one day. Ian thinks as he leaves to tend to his hateful master, but not for long.