"Silent Lucidity"
I Will be watching over you I am gonna help you see it through I Will protect you in the night I am smiling next to you
In silent lucidity... ~ Queensryche
Sea breezes left the taste of salt on everything. Kruger was in a moment of distraction thinking about his place. More than his place in the world it was where he fit with Nilan, there were always worries that would come along. Could he manage to find his way through them without losing his mind" He'd been on both sides now, the left and the leaving. Moving on had nearly destroyed him every time. "I'm afraid to fall for you too hard my Nilanoch. Afraid that if this ends it will take away the last of me that I have been able to hold onto."
He did his best not to move much, keeping his words as quiet as he could. He wondered what was going on inside her head as she slept. "Do you know how beautiful you are" How you catch my attention and never have to do anything harder than walk across the room?" He looked at her from the flicker of the fire light and the movement of shadows. A world of chaos in the night illuminated her face for him. The peaceful expression on her face only served to make his breath catch every time he saw it. The crackles of the flames weren't enough to drown out the small breaths Nilan gave. Kruger was trapped in a war, it raged inside of him. On the one side the man who was falling for her and lost watching her sleep. He wanted nothing more than for her to get through the night and wake to him, pull herself as close to him as possible. The other side though was so tempted, to pepper her face with kisses, to wake her passionately and prove to her exactly how much he desired her. For now that side was losing. For now he could hold his self at a distance because it was good for her. This required Kruger ignoring so much though, the smoothness of her hair, and the way it shone even in this low light. The heat of a hip that was closer to him than any other part of her. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the pound in his chest instead, trying anything to slow it down to something more normal. "Why can I never seem to get enough of you?"
The balance of power was a fragile thing though. In his world the press of a palm to a warm abdomen could send the scales rocking out of control. The feel of smooth skin and tight muscles might send the intentions of one poor smith careening into the oblivion want and forget need. Wanting was easy, it was selfish and it was a cruel companion for a singular mind. Wanting was easy, it pulsed with his blood and had him biting his lip as he considered Nilan critically. It was warm, which served to make things worse for him, because parts of her were pushed out of the blankets and even in the darkness he could remember how they looked. He could every curve, and cord of muscle in the ghost of his memory.
Perhaps a single kiss wouldn't hurt, a light brush of his lips to her shoulder. That was a lie his temptation was feeding him, that kiss would linger. That kiss would press harder into her warmth and become two, then three. That kiss would have him exploring her with his hands again and telling himself the entire time that he was selfish, but she made him feel good. It would swallow up every argument against waking her and leave them abandoned in a back alley. It would shove its way roughly through his mind, and run over any argument that could stop the inevitable. That kiss had already come and gone, along with Kruger's will to fight it.
Nilanoch"
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I Will be watching over you I am gonna help you see it through I Will protect you in the night I am smiling next to you
In silent lucidity... ~ Queensryche
Sea breezes left the taste of salt on everything. Kruger was in a moment of distraction thinking about his place. More than his place in the world it was where he fit with Nilan, there were always worries that would come along. Could he manage to find his way through them without losing his mind" He'd been on both sides now, the left and the leaving. Moving on had nearly destroyed him every time. "I'm afraid to fall for you too hard my Nilanoch. Afraid that if this ends it will take away the last of me that I have been able to hold onto."
He did his best not to move much, keeping his words as quiet as he could. He wondered what was going on inside her head as she slept. "Do you know how beautiful you are" How you catch my attention and never have to do anything harder than walk across the room?" He looked at her from the flicker of the fire light and the movement of shadows. A world of chaos in the night illuminated her face for him. The peaceful expression on her face only served to make his breath catch every time he saw it. The crackles of the flames weren't enough to drown out the small breaths Nilan gave. Kruger was trapped in a war, it raged inside of him. On the one side the man who was falling for her and lost watching her sleep. He wanted nothing more than for her to get through the night and wake to him, pull herself as close to him as possible. The other side though was so tempted, to pepper her face with kisses, to wake her passionately and prove to her exactly how much he desired her. For now that side was losing. For now he could hold his self at a distance because it was good for her. This required Kruger ignoring so much though, the smoothness of her hair, and the way it shone even in this low light. The heat of a hip that was closer to him than any other part of her. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the pound in his chest instead, trying anything to slow it down to something more normal. "Why can I never seem to get enough of you?"
The balance of power was a fragile thing though. In his world the press of a palm to a warm abdomen could send the scales rocking out of control. The feel of smooth skin and tight muscles might send the intentions of one poor smith careening into the oblivion want and forget need. Wanting was easy, it was selfish and it was a cruel companion for a singular mind. Wanting was easy, it pulsed with his blood and had him biting his lip as he considered Nilan critically. It was warm, which served to make things worse for him, because parts of her were pushed out of the blankets and even in the darkness he could remember how they looked. He could every curve, and cord of muscle in the ghost of his memory.
Perhaps a single kiss wouldn't hurt, a light brush of his lips to her shoulder. That was a lie his temptation was feeding him, that kiss would linger. That kiss would press harder into her warmth and become two, then three. That kiss would have him exploring her with his hands again and telling himself the entire time that he was selfish, but she made him feel good. It would swallow up every argument against waking her and leave them abandoned in a back alley. It would shove its way roughly through his mind, and run over any argument that could stop the inevitable. That kiss had already come and gone, along with Kruger's will to fight it.
Nilanoch"
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