He couldn't sleep, Lezard finding himself tossing and turning in bed, trying to get comfortable. He rejected position after position, always shifting, always turning, fighting against the blankets that twisted around his legs. And still he kept moving, hoping that he would find the right spot, the key position that would allow him to relax and slip into blissful slumber.

It never came, Lezard listening to the sounds of the night, hearing his bed creak, and the ticking of his clock as it counted out the minutes to the late hour. He sighed, and sat up, rubbing at his face, giving in to the need to yawn. His whole body felt heavy, a great weight was dragging him down, leaving him in a foul mood that kept him from wanting to do anything. If it wasn't for his exhausted state, he'd be in his lab right now, working his magic, dealing with his experiments. But in this state of mind, he was prone to accidents, he might very well blow the tower, or worse yet himself up, should he try.

He couldn't even read, Lezard finding his eyes simply refused to focus in on the words, forcing him to reread the same sentence over and over again, with little hope of

taking in it's meaning. Once again the man was sighing, frustration at the core of that sound. It seemed another night that sleep would be denied to him, and he could only hope that come the morning, this strangle hold on his body would be broken.

He was often prone to these sleepless nights, insomnia nothing new to Lezard. Indeed it was an old familiar foe, one that returned again and again to toy with him. Sometimes he welcomed it, finding he was filled with a rush of excitable energy that allowed him to do his best work. But more often than not, it was something to be hated, leaving him in this pitiful state.

Often when he couldn't sleep, Lezard found himself wandering the halls of his tower, endless pacing that took him all over his home. But that was before SHE had arrived, before she took up her forced residence inside his tower. It was no wonder his walks led him to her room, Lezard hesitating a moment outside her door. He knew he would be unwanted by her, and yet he always found himself pushing open the door, slipping inside the room.

Not surprisingly, the Valkyrie was asleep, laying on her side with her platinum colored hair swept out behind her. Her hand rested on her pillow, fingers curled in the plush material, and her lips were parted slightly as she breathed. He stood next to the bed, staring down at her, just taking in the sight of her sleeping. He couldn't envy her ability to sleep, not when he knew her dreams were often disturbing, rousing her from them with heart wrenching screams.

His dreams were different, weird things he could only remember fragments of, but they often were the key to letting him know he had any sleep at all. Lezard hated that his body was so dependent on something he seemed to have no control over, a feeling of hopelessness swelled up in him. But looking at the Valkyrie chased away his despair, and he found himself bending over her, fingers touching her face. He couldn't help but smile as she sighed, and leaned into his touch, seeming to welcome it for once. His finger tips traced over her mouth, marveling at the softness of her lips, feeling her warm breath on his skin.

He pulled back, Lezard reaching for the blanket, pealing it down past her legs. He held it up as he climbed in next to her, once settled moving it so that it covered the both of them. He lay on his side, facing her, and he spread an arm across her waist, snuggling closer to her slender body. His face joined hers on the pillow, but he did not sleep, just staring at her beauty.

Watching her eyelids tremble as she dreamed, feeling her breath on him as she exhaled, it was a sweetness that calmed and soothed him. There was worse ways to spend an insomnia ridden night, than holding on to the one he loved.

I have insomnia so I gave Lezard insomnia. ;-p

--Michelle

Riviera Lynria, the series is out of order. I'm posting them as I write them, and jumping around as the whim strikes me. Just little glimpses of their time together. Maybe soemday when it is completed I will try to put them in their proper order. Of course...that would mean figuring out when what happened when! XD

Amanthya, thank you! :) I will try. It's something to work on when I am bored, or have the ideas. There's no actual plot here, just a look at their time together, like us being voyeurs. I often think I gave Lezard too easy a time in COF, and I wonder if this was born out of my desire to see Lenneth be a troublesome captive!