This one was inspired by one of the stories over at LoganandRemy.com
(no, I won't tell you the title, because it's a NC-17).
Anyway, it's a 'insert your favourite character' story. And it's fluff in it's purest form,
so leave, if you prefer action.
Disclaimer: It's Marvel's X-Men. They don't belong to me, and I got no money, so spare me the suing.
Reviews: Pleeeaaaaaasee, with sugar and honey topping!
Rating: It's a bedtime-tale, so it's totally safe.
Slumber
Silky dark hair framed a slightly damp forehead in soft curls.
One aimless hand flew up and was draped across the closed eyes with the long, black lashes,
hiding orbs of the brightest colour.
Every sinew, muscle and limb, every single movement was equal power and grace
in the most innocent, genuine of ways.
Only now, with consciousness bound by sleep and mind tangled in dreams,
the beauty which lay hidden in awareness, came to manifestation.
She stood at the side of the bed, watching this fallen, sleeping angel,
as moonlight danced across peaceful features.
Bending, she tenderly kissed half-parted lips and whispered:
"Sleep tight my dear, and sweet dreams."
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Sigh, so sweet, it actually hurts. Well, remember to review!
(no, I won't tell you the title, because it's a NC-17).
Anyway, it's a 'insert your favourite character' story. And it's fluff in it's purest form,
so leave, if you prefer action.
Disclaimer: It's Marvel's X-Men. They don't belong to me, and I got no money, so spare me the suing.
Reviews: Pleeeaaaaaasee, with sugar and honey topping!
Rating: It's a bedtime-tale, so it's totally safe.
Slumber
Silky dark hair framed a slightly damp forehead in soft curls.
One aimless hand flew up and was draped across the closed eyes with the long, black lashes,
hiding orbs of the brightest colour.
Every sinew, muscle and limb, every single movement was equal power and grace
in the most innocent, genuine of ways.
Only now, with consciousness bound by sleep and mind tangled in dreams,
the beauty which lay hidden in awareness, came to manifestation.
She stood at the side of the bed, watching this fallen, sleeping angel,
as moonlight danced across peaceful features.
Bending, she tenderly kissed half-parted lips and whispered:
"Sleep tight my dear, and sweet dreams."
************************************************************************************
Sigh, so sweet, it actually hurts. Well, remember to review!