Setting: Silver Millennium
Theme: Dawn
"It will be dawn soon," she murmurs against his chest.
Pallid rays of light have sneaked through their window's blinds and crept onto the bare skin of her back. The sun is on its way up.
Dawn. The sign that her time on Earth is almost up.
When no reply comes, she looks up and finds him still peacefully asleep. A soft smile graces her face as she runs her fingertips over his chin and gently to the scruff of his stubble. She loves the way it brushes against her skin, when they kiss, when his mouth grazes the most sensitive spots of her body.
Her touch trails up to his eyebrows, smoothing the furrowed lines. Even in dreams he has no peace. Silently she places a kiss on his forehead.
The burden of leadership is not something anyone could bear. Of course, Venus knows it better than most. It is why she can never stay once the sun rises, why they can only see each other in the dark of the night, why she will never know what time he gets up for training, what kind of food he eats for breakfast, and how his silver hair shimmers under the sunlight.
She places her head back on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart.
He must have been really tired after last night. Her surprise visit caught him in the middle of his work, even though the moon was already up high when she came. Parchments were jumbled on the floor, ink spilled across his table. That was not a good sight, for Kunzite adheres strictly to his own principle of order and discipline. He didn't send her away, but instead welcomed the untimely distraction.
Their nighttime activity seems to exhaust every bit of his remaining energy of the day, which might be why he's always deep in his sleep when she leaves.
Perhaps it is a good thing. Goodbye is difficult. They never know how long it would be before they could see each other again. Days. Weeks. Months. Or even never.
Every dawn could be the last.
Quietly she gets out of bed and gathers the scattered pieces of her clothes.
She turns around to pull up his blanket before teleporting away, as the sun begins to shine brightly through his windows.
He opens his eyes to the empty room. Not glancing once to vacant spot beside him that is still warm with her touch and her scent, he gets up and prepares for the new day.
Kunzite always rises before the sun, on days when Venus is not here. Also on those that she is.
- Fin -