A little drabble written on the edge of sleep. Seriously. I had just flicked the light off and was stumbling blindly to my bed when I thought of this. So I stumbled back to the light switch, flicked it back on, and dove for a pen and paper. Muses have a sucky sense of timing...

No intended pairing. Well, there's one in my mind, but I left this a bit vague so you can cater it to your whims. Meant to be slashy.

~ I wonder as I watch you. I look at your lips, slightly chapped and red because you don't give a damn about how you look. Your body, lean and muscled. Lithe. Sometimes your chest. Sometimes your stomach. I can't believe the muscles in your back sometimes. I've even watched your hands. As strong and as capable of the rest of you. Your face mostly. Gleaming hair surrounding bright eyes. Sleepy eyes. Smiling eyes. Eyes that have even shed tears. I listen to you laugh. Talk. I hear your face and eyes crinkle when you laugh. I even hear you when you're silent. I know your movements, your nuances and habits. Quirks. I know you. I've watched you hurt and then heal. I watched you despair and gain hope. I've watched you when you're awake. Asleep. I've watched you watch me back. And I wonder if you wonder too. ~