Author's Note: Money says I don't remember writing this, tomorrow.. I'm only half
conscious. (which is sad, considering it's not even nearing dawn, yet.)
------- Three AM --------
Twisted By: Fallen Hero
Beauty. I've never truly understood the word until this moment.
Of course, I'd found a certain "appeal" in girls, in skool and out. A
limited few, anyway. Every boy does.. but now, I can't help but
wonder, why? Is it because they expect us to? Because every other
simple-minded being on this planet does the same? I've never tasted
anything like this before. Never has such sweet, forbidden fruit past
my lips, caressing my soul and overcoming my very being. Conquering.
This must be love; childish fancy could never exist here. This
feeling, this beauty, this obsession...
Watching him lie there, so quiet and innocent, I know; for he's
neither girl, nor human. Can I even describe it? Playing moonlight on
my eyelids, hearts across my hands.. Was that me?
His antennae twitched slightly; a sign of discomfort. I should close
the window.. he never cared much for the cold. Yet, I sit here,
still. Watching him. Every movement, every breath. If I close my
eyes, I might miss something. I might not witness a moment of
perfection. If I never awoke from a dreamless sleep, would he know
that my dying thought was of passion for him? Could he ever possibly
feel the same for me?
Thinking back on years past turns my stomach to knots; my passion,
not for love, but hate. Spite. An obsession to reveal his identity to
the world. And what if I had? If I'd dissected his body and being,
all for the trophy of respect and fame.. would I have realized a
moment too late how much I loved him? I can't even think about it. To
leave but oddly shaped emptiness in his place; to have never touched
him.
Pulling the blankets over us both, I lean closer, kissing him softly,
then pulling his little body closer to my own. So beautiful..
I'll close my eyes, now. With one glance to the window, the star-
filled heavens, and then back to my love, holding him close. I
whisper those three words, smiling quietly as he nuzzles closer. The
universe seems so much smaller.. and it seems he's finally conquered.
My Zim.
conscious. (which is sad, considering it's not even nearing dawn, yet.)
------- Three AM --------
Twisted By: Fallen Hero
Beauty. I've never truly understood the word until this moment.
Of course, I'd found a certain "appeal" in girls, in skool and out. A
limited few, anyway. Every boy does.. but now, I can't help but
wonder, why? Is it because they expect us to? Because every other
simple-minded being on this planet does the same? I've never tasted
anything like this before. Never has such sweet, forbidden fruit past
my lips, caressing my soul and overcoming my very being. Conquering.
This must be love; childish fancy could never exist here. This
feeling, this beauty, this obsession...
Watching him lie there, so quiet and innocent, I know; for he's
neither girl, nor human. Can I even describe it? Playing moonlight on
my eyelids, hearts across my hands.. Was that me?
His antennae twitched slightly; a sign of discomfort. I should close
the window.. he never cared much for the cold. Yet, I sit here,
still. Watching him. Every movement, every breath. If I close my
eyes, I might miss something. I might not witness a moment of
perfection. If I never awoke from a dreamless sleep, would he know
that my dying thought was of passion for him? Could he ever possibly
feel the same for me?
Thinking back on years past turns my stomach to knots; my passion,
not for love, but hate. Spite. An obsession to reveal his identity to
the world. And what if I had? If I'd dissected his body and being,
all for the trophy of respect and fame.. would I have realized a
moment too late how much I loved him? I can't even think about it. To
leave but oddly shaped emptiness in his place; to have never touched
him.
Pulling the blankets over us both, I lean closer, kissing him softly,
then pulling his little body closer to my own. So beautiful..
I'll close my eyes, now. With one glance to the window, the star-
filled heavens, and then back to my love, holding him close. I
whisper those three words, smiling quietly as he nuzzles closer. The
universe seems so much smaller.. and it seems he's finally conquered.
My Zim.