He was sitting at the fire, watching the flames dancing in the moonlight.

After a while he felt a comforting touch, a light kiss, and then a warm body settling down beside him.

"What are you doing?"

A simple question, a simple answer.

"I'm watching the flames."

Silence.

"Hey, don't you think you should go to sleep now?"

They hadn't noticed the time flying. Flying and keeping an eye on everything and everyone in the world, without even caring.

Hesitation.

An exchange without words between the two figures sitting by the fireside.

"We'll be right there, Duo."

That was the silent one.

"Goodnight!"

One moment.

The blonde one raised his head to gaze at the sky and the stars in it.

"It's so beautiful."

Dark green eyes looking into sea blue orbs reflecting the fire.

And the stars.

"Right now I can't believe there's a war going on out there.

The space seems so peaceful, the stars like hope itself.

Every single one of them a reason to move on, to try to make the best of this world."

A hand.

Tracing a path across the face of an angel.

"You are my star, Quatre."

Drowning in each others eyes.

An understanding, deeper than any words could express.

The stars were dancing.

And the wind whispered: I love you.



Notes: I really don't know what to think about that. Feel free to ignore it…