his face upon mine
his thoughts
they flood my ears
like his warmth and life
breathing fire into my very bones
i can smell the blood
streaming down his skin
i can smell my fear
and his happiness
what I know as a curse
he sees as a blessing
how blind he is
have I taken his sight too?
for I can see his imperfections
his belief in my innocence
and his faith that it will be preserved
for all time
like him
his trust in my goodness and youth
his certainty in his harshness and course ways
he does not see how old I have become
how much I have been tainted by the memories
trapped in my mind
his eyes fail to tell him how soft he is
since meeting the runaway with the stench
of fear and desperation
with knowledge that the desperation will never be
quelled
how soft he has become
since meeting His Marie.
The Wolverine & Rogue Fanfiction Archive
Barely Legal Since 2000
Author's Chapter Notes:
My first post so bear with me. Feedback is welcome but be gentle. I'd love to hear critisism but I'm such a wimp so tread lightly! Please.