Rating: G
Rimilod
Eyes, the color of a storm tossed sea, regarded him curiously, as if he were the most fascinating creature on the planet; and in some ways, he mused, he might just be. At least, he was the first person not to poke or prod her.
There was a strength in her tiny limbs, and he knew that even in her most frail gestures there would be things which would enclose him. She would demand truth and would carelessly command his soul, never realizing how passionately he would serve her. He knew he would never be able to deny her anything. He would conquer planets and raze cities if that were her whim.
He ran his finger ever-so-gently down her arm and into the palm of her hand, smiling when it closed instinctively around his finger. He had never seen such tiny perfection, never dreamed that he could be part of something that created such flawlessness. Nobody, not even the rain, had such small hands or such perfect fingernails.
An unnamed and previously unknown emotion welled up within him, frightening him. A part of him wanted to examine it, but he knew he could not touch it because it was too new, too fragile. Was this love? Knowing that if anything were ever to happen to her that his life would shut, suddenly.
She gurgled at him reassuringly. He didn't know what it was about her that opened and closed doors within his soul. He only knew there was something inside of him which understood. She would rule him with love, and through that love he would be healed.
~End~