We stood silently underneath the half full moon.
The wind whistled through our hair, a slight annoyance. My hair's always been somewhat of a nuisance to me.
But his hair floats like gossamer. Night doesn't dim the color, it enriches it.
He's staring away, eyes fixed on the terra below us, making sure Stork landed on the right spot.
I'm staring at him, eyes fixed on his earlobe, his temples, his cheeks.
And I remember how in love I am.
OOO
A/N: Thanks Ambrel, for pumping my head chock full with drabble ideas. I can't write 'em down fast enough.
Oh, and...one more thing...
Piper's PoV. 'He' is ambiguous. Because I'm evil like that.