Rating: K+ (PG)
Written: January 3, 2006
Summary: From the depths of misery come the victories of the self. SorenxIke
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They would go about it as inconspicuously as they could manage. Soren had always been early waking, and he and Ike needed their private time to discuss matters that were only for the ears of the Commander and his tactician. What the others didn't know was that a great deal more was said in the brisk silence of the morning hours than anyone could hear.
For no words could do service to those feelings, secret and swift-moving like the brush of an anxious artist. Flesh tingled at the touch and whispers of vibrantly coloured hair would mix, a sea-green swash against the pallor and demanding nature of their outside skins. Their mornings together were demanding as well, but neither of them ever noticed. The demand for unadulterated joy is rarely a chore.
Soren always looked forward to the morning reports—perhaps even more so than Ike.
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