disclaimer: No..still not owning them ;;
A/N: As I said in the AN of the previous chap, the update of this one would be quite soon xDDD So here it is
Thanks for reading (and thanks to my reviewers! -happy- reviews are love!) I hope you'll still like it...only three more parts to come!
Mindfields II
3.45 am.
That was the time the gleaming display of the alarm clock was presenting to him.
Softly sighing the boy closed his eyes again, trying to get back into the lovingly embrace of sleep, but the attempt was in vain as sleep refused to take him back right now.
He slightly rubbed his exes and blinked a few times, so his eyes could to get used to the dull darkness, which was engulfing him.
Not that this was very useful if you want to sleep again.
Just…why did he just wake up at this unholy hour? He couldn't tell, as there were no disturbing or loud noises; no clattering of roller blinds, which were pushed too hard by the wind; no traffic sounds; nothing.
The only sound his could perceive was the barely audible breath of his friend, which repeated itself in regular intervals. Well, and his own breath, somehow restive. At least one who could sleep peacefully.
He didn't recognize the moment his hand reached out; it happened unconsciously, but when he finally realized what he was about to do exactly, his fingertips already had reached their aim, softly stroking some silky strands of hair out of the sleeping one's eyes. Cold fingertips brushing against warm, soft skin by accident- the sensation, and the fact that the distance between their both faces had decreased in some definable way, caused him to twitch slightly and he pulled away his hand immediately.
His eyebrows narrowed slightly when he asked himself what he was just doing there. And why.
But his mind still seemed to be clouded, not fully awake…
Hopefully, he thought, the other one wouldn't wake up now; Exhaling as quietly as possible he recognized that after stirring just a little bit, the other's slow and calm pace of breathing started anew.
His eyes still remained on the sleeping figure in front of him; on the long eyelashes, which rested on smooth skin; the slightly parted lips…
And suddenly, he became aware of the moment's vulnerability, which could break every further seconds- like a raindrop which finally crashed down on dusty concrete.
A few moments passed by slowly before he felt weariness leaning down on him again and when he sunk into his pillow, the image he'd seen before still lasted on his mind.
Since when had those touches, which had been so normal between the two of them, started to feel that tingly? And since when did they send shivers down his spine?
Things were developing in an unexpected way, he realized, feeling like an invalid who had forgotten to take his medicine; it felt like his heart was wrenching. But then there was eclipse.
The night bears the hidden secrets of those, who fear to be caught; it the black velvet, which is laid down on those things, which shall remain unseen; it's the extension of the days arms, which aren't able to catch the ones falling down; maybe it's also the fulfilment of hidden dreams or the moment to finally break free.
There's no control. But maybe absolution.
