Summary: Another drabble for 31(underscore)days at LJ.
Antiquity
(Theme- september 15; your eyes closed)
His index finger slides around the smooth, cream colored skin of her bare shoulder. His middle and ring finger trace up the barely notable jugular vein in her neck. His pinky hovers across her fleshy, pale rose mouth before his thumb combs her long black tresses.
Finally, his lips whisper a kiss to her closed, black-rimmed eyelids just before she opens them. A quietly curious stare appears on her face where seconds ago it seemed to be peacefully lifeless.
In the hazy morning light, he thinks she glows while lying next to him, the white sheets pooled behind her and then spreading out at the base of her naked shoulder blades. Like wings, he thinks, and imagines he's just captured an angel.
The End
Notes: No notes this time; I just wanted to express a big, warm THANK YOU to everyone who's reviewed any of my fics! It is truly appreciated and really does make me blush and stammer like an aborigine with some sort of bohemian flu (read: makes me very happy indeed). So, thank you!