Late night ruminations.
Sep. 18th, 2007 09:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
longlonghairRapunzel couldn’t sleep. The object of her sleeplessness was snoring lightly beside her, making her lips twitch up into a smile. Somewhere along the line she had found that it was easier for her to sleep with the rhythmic sound of his breathing than without it. When she was sleeping alone, she often found herself thinking that it was too quiet in the room.
When had this happened?
Things had started out simply between them: an invitation to a Christmas party on his part, and an invitation back to her room on her part. Things had gone from there, with an understanding that they would be friends first and foremost. Friends with benefits had seemed so simple, and had suited both of them. Friendship, lust, and a little in common had made them a good team.
Love wasn’t supposed to have entered the equation. When had it crept in? What was she supposed to do about it?
She was practically immortal, and aged so slowly as to be imperceptible. He would age at the rate of all Mundies, doing what he loved and opening the eyes of anyone who read his work. Would he grow to resent her over time for her seemingly endless youth? Would it break her heart to seem him grow old? The idea scared her.
She loved his enthusiasm for life. He had an incredible willingness to try new things, was always ready to help a friend, had a joke or advice to those who needed both or either…he was very simply a Good Man.
He turned in his sleep and reached for her while she was studying him, and she settled down into his arms with a sigh, feeling comforted by his warmth.
“Oh Alex,” she whispered into the quiet, “what am I going to do with you?”
The only answer she could think of was the obvious one: love him.
When had this happened?
Things had started out simply between them: an invitation to a Christmas party on his part, and an invitation back to her room on her part. Things had gone from there, with an understanding that they would be friends first and foremost. Friends with benefits had seemed so simple, and had suited both of them. Friendship, lust, and a little in common had made them a good team.
Love wasn’t supposed to have entered the equation. When had it crept in? What was she supposed to do about it?
She was practically immortal, and aged so slowly as to be imperceptible. He would age at the rate of all Mundies, doing what he loved and opening the eyes of anyone who read his work. Would he grow to resent her over time for her seemingly endless youth? Would it break her heart to seem him grow old? The idea scared her.
She loved his enthusiasm for life. He had an incredible willingness to try new things, was always ready to help a friend, had a joke or advice to those who needed both or either…he was very simply a Good Man.
He turned in his sleep and reached for her while she was studying him, and she settled down into his arms with a sigh, feeling comforted by his warmth.
“Oh Alex,” she whispered into the quiet, “what am I going to do with you?”
The only answer she could think of was the obvious one: love him.
