Warning: dark themes
Disclaimer: I would like to own, but my lawyer sais I have no chance.
A/N1: Now rewritten and partially blamed on Andrannath
I watch you lying so helplessly in the sterile white bed. White is really your color, you know. Highlights your beautiful long hair to the point where it seems to be composed of frozen rivulets of blood.
I comb through the soft strands with my fingers. I like it when it is washed clean and spread out like this. Makes you seem so young and vulnerable, my lovely Turk.
I like it when you are at my mercy like this. Sedated and sleeping, unaware of the world around you… Unaware of the kisses I place on your pale lips, my fingertips caressing your tattooed cheeks.
Would you kill me if you knew about it? Probably. Although every time you are here you never cease to make the nurses blush with your brazen flirting, all of us knows by now that you swing the other way.
But at such rare moments like this, I can trace the lines in the palm of your hand with my fingers, I can breathe in your scent, caress the soft skin of your wrists and feel the blood pulsate under my fingertips…
Mine.
Sometimes I wish you wouldn't wake up, so I can have you with me forever… Is it cruel of me, my beautiful Endymion?
I gently place my hands on your throat, stroking slowly, red life running under the silk skin… It is so unbelievably easy to put an end to a life. It would only need a little force, you know…
A/N2: Endymion in Greek mythology is a shepherd so beautiful that Selene, godess of the Moon falls in love with him and puts him to eternal sleep to keep him by her side forever.