The Word (2/?)
"Pippin?"
He whispers the word softly into the darkness as he rests heavily against the doorframe.
He waits and the anticipation laps at the recesses of his mind.
And the quiet of the room leaves his question hanging in the chilling air, almost palpable.
He takes a step onto the threshold, nervously approaching his unconscious destination.
"Pippin?"
He is louder now, not from any gain of courage but from solid desperation.
He winces as the owner of that single world, the one he loves, stirs and murmurs in his sleep.
And for a moment he can't breath as this personification of his longing is caught in the streaks of moonlight seeping through the open shutters.
His heart sways in awe of such pure and ethereal beauty.
"Pippin."
The word slips from his lips as he falls o his knees beside the bed where lays his shimmering desire.
He reaches with a trembling hadn't to smooth the golden-brown curls, sighing at the familiar softness.
And he let's his hot breath mingle with this tiny angel's, needing to be close and to feel his heart beat.
He loses his mind, slowly but surely, as he watches the rise and fall of each unrequited breath form into a wet, silvery mist.
"Pippin"
The word sets fire to his soul. It purrs through his body and burst against his lips.
He trails his eager fingers down the glowing cheek and across the sloping jaw in nothing but pure marvel.
And he leans over to kiss the long slim fingers of each hand in turn, his flesh searing at every contact.
He stumbles back in ecstasy and his soundless pants echoing through the night air.
"Pippin."
He hadn't thought he could love anyone as much as he loved him.
"Pippin?"
He whispers the word softly into the darkness as he rests heavily against the doorframe.
He waits and the anticipation laps at the recesses of his mind.
And the quiet of the room leaves his question hanging in the chilling air, almost palpable.
He takes a step onto the threshold, nervously approaching his unconscious destination.
"Pippin?"
He is louder now, not from any gain of courage but from solid desperation.
He winces as the owner of that single world, the one he loves, stirs and murmurs in his sleep.
And for a moment he can't breath as this personification of his longing is caught in the streaks of moonlight seeping through the open shutters.
His heart sways in awe of such pure and ethereal beauty.
"Pippin."
The word slips from his lips as he falls o his knees beside the bed where lays his shimmering desire.
He reaches with a trembling hadn't to smooth the golden-brown curls, sighing at the familiar softness.
And he let's his hot breath mingle with this tiny angel's, needing to be close and to feel his heart beat.
He loses his mind, slowly but surely, as he watches the rise and fall of each unrequited breath form into a wet, silvery mist.
"Pippin"
The word sets fire to his soul. It purrs through his body and burst against his lips.
He trails his eager fingers down the glowing cheek and across the sloping jaw in nothing but pure marvel.
And he leans over to kiss the long slim fingers of each hand in turn, his flesh searing at every contact.
He stumbles back in ecstasy and his soundless pants echoing through the night air.
"Pippin."
He hadn't thought he could love anyone as much as he loved him.