I PROMISE GOLDEN SLUMBERS

hmm. Third and last chapter of this I suppose. I hope you enjoy, it took me a while to find a lullaby I like enough to use.

It was like a rope being pulled between the two of them, held tight. There was something tense about the way they kissed, even though they had come to a supposed truce. At night, things seemed a little softer, a little easier.

That soft singing voice, distorted but still sweet. Those soft promises. He almost couldn't understand them

"Golden slumbers kiss your eyes"

his hollow did just that, his dry lips pressed against his closed eyelids. It was a kind touch, a little unfitting of the soulless bastard, yet perfect for him at the same time. Maybe it was because of his hollow, but he slept a little more peacefully, nowadays.

Never mind it had been the hollow's fault that he hadn't been getting any sleep in the first place.

"Did you know king, that there is more to things that meets the eye?"

He wondered what that meant, but he let it go when he started singing again, his voice ringing so clearly, like ocean waves. It was a rather addictive sound, and he almost couldn't sleep unless his hollow sung to him.

Like an insomniac without music. It wasn't like it had to make sense. It didn't. He almost didn't want it to. Because if it did, the beauty of it would be lost.

"Smiles await you when you rise."

Which was true enough, strangely. His hollow was always there, greeting him with that insane smile. It was comforting and unnerving at the same time. Like being greeted with a cup of tea and a kiss. Strange but so very welcomed.

He didn't mind waking up like that every morning. Those harsh kisses he'd become addicted to. Or was it the taste of those lips? Who knew, who cared?

"Sleep pretty baby, do not cry."

There was nothing to cry about, not anymore. He snuggled deeper into his hollow's lap, almost smiling. Just almost, because he would never admit that the soulless creature kissing him right now made him smile.

He reached up, pulling the hollow's head down. He needed a kiss. Loved the way those lips and tongue felt and tasted. He paused in his singing to comply. Sweet kiss that he loved.

"And I'll sing you a lullaby."

Now that was a nostalgic line. Wasn't all of this caused from that line? The one that had haunted him so bad he'd been afraid to even close his eyes? Now it had such a nice tone to it, the way it rolled off his hollow's lips, those addictive lips. Sounded good. Sweet and soft, full of promises.

Like everything he said.

Sleep pretty darling, do not cry."

"Love you." he whispered, curling up, finally giving into the urge to sleep. His hollow ran his fingers through his hair.

"And I'll sing you a lullaby."

What a beautiful thought to fall asleep to. That promise of nothing yet everything. off of those lips, he'd believe anything.

OWARI

done (scratches head) thank god. Hope you enjoyed. The lullaby is called golden slumbers, btw.