Ozai knows that the brazen warrior who shouts along the line with swords aloft is just as much a mask as the black velvet that slips behind enemy lines- or into a lower officer’s tent, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues and ink just dripping to be stroked onto court-martial documents.
If you kiss me, you might stay
The lamp is out, and at a deliberate footfall, he breathes just enough to light the candle nestled between his palms. She stays on the edge of the light, midnight clinging to her curves like water.
If you stay, then I might love you
Her hair falls down, and he aches to see one more layer gone, one more mask laid aside- one more facet laid bare. He wants to see her as no one has- as no one else will.
If I love you, who’s to say?
He feels her breath tease over his chest, blowing along his skin, and the candle goes out.
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Date: 2009-12-04 08:11 am (UTC)Ozai knows that the brazen warrior who shouts along the line with swords aloft is just as much a mask as the black velvet that slips behind enemy lines- or into a lower officer’s tent, away from prying eyes and wagging tongues and ink just dripping to be stroked onto court-martial documents.
If you kiss me, you might stay
The lamp is out, and at a deliberate footfall, he breathes just enough to light the candle nestled between his palms. She stays on the edge of the light, midnight clinging to her curves like water.
If you stay, then I might love you
Her hair falls down, and he aches to see one more layer gone, one more mask laid aside- one more facet laid bare. He wants to see her as no one has- as no one else will.
If I love you, who’s to say?
He feels her breath tease over his chest, blowing along his skin, and the candle goes out.
His sigh is swallowed up by the dark.