A/N: hmm nothing to say. like this one lots though.
Word Count: 167
Disclaimer: Still not mine :(
**Thoughtless Silver**
There's a full moon out tonight. If he tilts his head just so, and flattens his face across the smooth walls, he can see it, see the glimmering edges of it, luminous and shining and beautiful. Only a sliver is visible, but he knows it's there because everything is cast in a silver glow that's cold and metallic, lending an air of detachment and sharp-edged otherworldliness to the too familiar room.
He thinks that maybe he should sleep, but the moon beckons to him, soothing and cruel at the same time. As if he's some plaything its caught in its grasp, helpless and mesmirized by its thoughtless beauty. The urge to pace is suddenly unbearable, but he grapples it down, forces himself to stay seated on the narrow cot.
One last strained look at the moon—it's all but disappeared by now—and he finally lies back and closes his eyes.
He dreams of gray eyes under a moonlit night that look strangely silver in the darkness.