Hey all, I just happend to be listening to Vermillion, part 2 by Slipknot, and instantly, I came up with a scene. It is a sweet one, Rum is just observing how lucky he is to have Jade around, just his thoughts while watching her sleep. If it doesn't make you feel fluff...I f&*ked up. PLEASEREVIEW! I SEE THOSE STORY STATS...I reviews ur stuff! :)

She seemed dressed in all of me
Stretched across my shame,
All the torment and the pain
Leaked through and covered me

It was dawn when he awoke. He never really slept, he only did it as an excuse to be around her. Ever since she came around in his life, he was exhausted. After all, she was a handful, but he enjoyed it.

I'd do anything to have her to myself,
Just to have her for myself.

Propped on his elbow, hand to his head, laying on his side, he looked down, through the shaggy, curly, dark locks in the way of his eyes, at the woman sleeping on her back before him. Her profile so exposed breathing so softly and slow.

She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.

Jade looked so peaceful, just sleeping; her thick long eyelashes against her light beige , clear complexion. He wondered how she managed to have no wrinkles, at the self-assumption he was a stressful person to be around.

Now I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do
When she makes me sad.

Gazing at her full, soft looking scarlet lips, it was temping to give her a soft kiss. He would hate to wake her at the moment. At the minute, he wondered if she could have heard his thoughts being she appeared to have a slight smile.

She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.

All in all, his theory and hopes were were wrong. All the powers she now had…her beauty unharmed. Deep down he was paranoid that his gift would ruin her physical appearance. He always wondered if him, the "Dark One", giving some of his powers to another being, would ruin their features, all to show what they were made of on the inside…darkness. But he was wrong, and this time, glad he was incorrect. He assumed she still looked the way she did because she wasn't the dark one…he was, with his twisted, scally, dark, sinister features, but still somehow revealing the man he once was.

She is everything to me,
The unrequited dream,
The song that no one sings,
The unattainable.

He would have cared for her no matter how she looked after her powers, his gift, came into full affect. He did appreciate the fact a woman with the features and likes of her, running through his home day and night. The acknowledgment made him feel like a regular man, with a wife like figure, always around.

Another cluster of reasons…the way he felt for her, it made his spirit soar, and broke him down all at the same time. Something similar to what he felt towards his last love…the brown haired princess…Belle. Bit this time around, it was so much stronger. He never thought he would find another woman to fill the broken hole in his heart.

But this…these feelings, what he felt for Jade, whom was a whole another creature compared to Belle. What he felt for this sleeping woman beside him, wearing nothing but his shirt from last night, was more than he could ever fathom. It was nearly overwhelming…never has a woman weakened him like this. Reality set in.

I don't know what to do,
I don't know what to do when she makes me sad.

"But…she wouldn't even be here, willfully, if it wasn't for that hunter she met, or this curse I bestowed upon her." An unsettling void overcame his heart. He pushed away the negative thoughts, trying to enjoy this moment…watching the maiden sleep. Well, she wasn't exactly a maiden anymore, thanks to him. He smiled at that thought.

But I won't let this build up inside of me.

With his other arm outstretched, caressing her cheek, down past her neck, stopping at her chest, then lastly, leaning into her fully, resting his head on her chest, listening to her slow heartbeat.

Careful not to awake her, he took out a ring he crafted in his lab, just for her. A gold band, with the sharpest, most black, translucent vibrant diamond, so dark it gleamed off blue reflections. Along the band, red specks made of rubies. He slide it on her ring finger on her other hand. He could never figure out why she didn't take the other one off. Sometimes he wondered if it was from that hunter, but he dared never to ask.

He felt so satisfied and proud watching her sleep, with his ring on her finger, a symbol of her belonging to him.

A catch in my throat, choke,
Torn into pieces, I won't. No.

I don't want to be this but
I won't let this build up inside of me (won't let this build up inside of me)

"I know you don't care for me as I do to you, but I love you dearie…and that is that."

She isn't real.
I can't make her real.
She isn't real.
I can't make her real.