Stand Down


He stood at the window, his shape silhouetted in the moonlight, looking intently out at nothing in particular and no one at all.

She walked up behind him, placed a kiss between his blades and whispered
Stand down, my love
Lie down

What had they done to him.. She knew the stories behind the scars, the visible ones anyway. The Rangers had bartered for his soul and won it would seem.. Unspeakable deeds, many not documented, not written. No annals of history would have them. They are recorded only as lines on his forehead and a faraway look in his eyes on nights such as this..

How many soft kisses would it take to unravel that knitted brow tonight..
Seven.
More than usual...

We are perfect companions.. Creatures of the night standing firm against a door threatening to crash open.. Atoning in each other's arms for sins long past..

You be my salve..
I'll be your salvation
We can save each other
Stave off the demons that come by night
By the light of this moon
Dawn will come again soon
Silver will shed to umber
Let us borrow slumber
But first..
Make me swoon