LULLABY
Disclaimer: you know the drill, characters not mine, Marvel are God.
And now, just because I never know when to leave a perfectly good piece alone…
He watches me.
Late at night, when he really should be in his own bed.
In the corner, just past my window, where the shadows are at the darkest.
That is where he stands. He never sits and he never changes his corner.
That's his corner. Always.
He isn't hiding from me, though. When he stands in the dark. He knows that I know that he's there.
He couldn't hide from me. He *never* has to hide from me.
He just feels more comfortable in the shadows. That's just who he is.
A part of me (OK *all* of me) enjoys him being there. It's his way of saying he cares. And I need that. I don't think that there are a lot of people who care about me, at least, not the way he does, the way I need them to.
I missed it when I was gone, Paige snoring in the next bed never really held the same type of comfort.
I need him there to sleep now.
Feeds the sense of security that I've been growing. It's security I crave you see. And he is most definitely my rock. When he is at my side I feel safer than if I were in a padded room. Even if we're in the middle of a battlefield.
I've never sent him away.
I never could send him away.
I need him to know that this is how much I trust him. Some of the others aren't even comfortable around him when he's asleep and they're at peak performance.
But this intimate act. Watching somebody as they sleep. That's the ultimate I always think. You're totally under their power, they could kill you and you'd be powerless to save yourself.
There are no acts or masks when you're asleep, either.
He sees every little turn, hears every little snore, or every time I talk aloud.
I have no control. Totally powerless over what comes out.
Every time I dream about him. Every nightmare that wakes me, ready to paff any thing that moves.
He sees past all my acts now.
And I still don't know whether that's good or bad….
When morning comes though, he's always gone. When night comes so does he.
I never see him enter, I never see him leave.
He never touches me. Even when I'm asleep. I know that much. Its enough to watch me. See that I'm there.
I don't know when this started. Him, watching me. I mean, I don't remember a time that he wasn't there, in the shadows, as I slept.
I know that there obviously was a time that he didn't. But even in my memories of the nights before him, he's there, in the shadows, guarding my dreams.
OK, I obviously don't know when to leave alone.
These were inspired by a song Blur did called No Distance Left To Run and a few specific lines that go:
"I hope you have someone who make you feel safe when you're sleeping tonight"
And
"I know the dreams that you keep, its where we meet"
The rest of the song isn't really relevant but those lines really grab me.
Disclaimer: you know the drill, characters not mine, Marvel are God.
And now, just because I never know when to leave a perfectly good piece alone…
He watches me.
Late at night, when he really should be in his own bed.
In the corner, just past my window, where the shadows are at the darkest.
That is where he stands. He never sits and he never changes his corner.
That's his corner. Always.
He isn't hiding from me, though. When he stands in the dark. He knows that I know that he's there.
He couldn't hide from me. He *never* has to hide from me.
He just feels more comfortable in the shadows. That's just who he is.
A part of me (OK *all* of me) enjoys him being there. It's his way of saying he cares. And I need that. I don't think that there are a lot of people who care about me, at least, not the way he does, the way I need them to.
I missed it when I was gone, Paige snoring in the next bed never really held the same type of comfort.
I need him there to sleep now.
Feeds the sense of security that I've been growing. It's security I crave you see. And he is most definitely my rock. When he is at my side I feel safer than if I were in a padded room. Even if we're in the middle of a battlefield.
I've never sent him away.
I never could send him away.
I need him to know that this is how much I trust him. Some of the others aren't even comfortable around him when he's asleep and they're at peak performance.
But this intimate act. Watching somebody as they sleep. That's the ultimate I always think. You're totally under their power, they could kill you and you'd be powerless to save yourself.
There are no acts or masks when you're asleep, either.
He sees every little turn, hears every little snore, or every time I talk aloud.
I have no control. Totally powerless over what comes out.
Every time I dream about him. Every nightmare that wakes me, ready to paff any thing that moves.
He sees past all my acts now.
And I still don't know whether that's good or bad….
When morning comes though, he's always gone. When night comes so does he.
I never see him enter, I never see him leave.
He never touches me. Even when I'm asleep. I know that much. Its enough to watch me. See that I'm there.
I don't know when this started. Him, watching me. I mean, I don't remember a time that he wasn't there, in the shadows, as I slept.
I know that there obviously was a time that he didn't. But even in my memories of the nights before him, he's there, in the shadows, guarding my dreams.
OK, I obviously don't know when to leave alone.
These were inspired by a song Blur did called No Distance Left To Run and a few specific lines that go:
"I hope you have someone who make you feel safe when you're sleeping tonight"
And
"I know the dreams that you keep, its where we meet"
The rest of the song isn't really relevant but those lines really grab me.
