Quick note: There probably isn't going to be any consistency to when or how much this gets added to...I hadn't planned this one it just came to me while I was not sleeping at 4am (yay for insomnia)... so I'm going to keep saying this story is complete on the off chance I never think of anything else to put up...I probably will though...my imagination has this habit of doing things just to spite me
Deep midnight, the darkest point of the night; with moonlight coming through the window he found himself watching her sleeping next to him. Amazed, as always, that something so fragile looking could contain so much power. Then again, as he well knew, appearances could be deceiving.
Curled against his body as she was with fiery hair lying haphazardly around her face and pale skin in stark contrast with the darkness which filled the room it was hard to believe she was real...that she was his.
He almost considered leaving...just for a second when the knowledge of how much danger his presence put her in overwhelmed him... but he couldn't.
Too damn selfish for that she'd joked once while at the same time squeezing his hand with a look in her eye that told him she wouldn't let him leave.
He eyed his jacket as it hung innocently on the chair in the corner of her room, where he'd left it moments ago after sliding through the open window. She'd wear it again tomorrow no matter how much he protested.