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Good night f-list!
Title: Thunder
Pairing: C/Z
Rating: PG
Ravening thunder rumbles
burning energy lightning up the sky
flickers piercing...
raindrops pouring...
Freedom in chaos -
fascinating!
"Zeke!!! Zeke?"
I find him in the cellar,
hidden in a corner
between bikes, boxes and tools
sitting on an old mattress...
Wincing
hugging his knees
head buried in his arms
breathing fast...
"Zeke?"
His gaze ...
mysterious gypsy crystals -
fear...
Toes curling
eyes wide open
cupping his ears
with his hands.
Stroking his back...
"you are not alone anymore, Zeke..."
He's leaning into the touch,
voice deep and low...
"Darkness,
Loneliness,
Desperation,
Crying,
Shadows -
I can't touch away those memories,
Casey...
Fears from childhood emerge...
it's a feeling of terror...
pain...
Thunder rumbling in my ears...
in my head...
Emotions flow.
We are sitting here for hours
snug and warm
until the thunderstorm becomes distant,
until he feels safe...
Looking up at me
drawing his lips softly to mine
welcoming me
with fire and lightning in his eyes ...
this sensual thunderstorm
he doesn't fear.
Good night, f-list. Sleep sweet!
Love you,
Julchen
burning energy lightning up the sky
flickers piercing...
raindrops pouring...
Freedom in chaos -
fascinating!
"Zeke!!! Zeke?"
I find him in the cellar,
hidden in a corner
between bikes, boxes and tools
sitting on an old mattress...
Wincing
hugging his knees
head buried in his arms
breathing fast...
"Zeke?"
His gaze ...
mysterious gypsy crystals -
fear...
Toes curling
eyes wide open
cupping his ears
with his hands.
Stroking his back...
"you are not alone anymore, Zeke..."
He's leaning into the touch,
voice deep and low...
"Darkness,
Loneliness,
Desperation,
Crying,
Shadows -
I can't touch away those memories,
Casey...
Fears from childhood emerge...
it's a feeling of terror...
pain...
Thunder rumbling in my ears...
in my head...
Emotions flow.
We are sitting here for hours
snug and warm
until the thunderstorm becomes distant,
until he feels safe...
Looking up at me
drawing his lips softly to mine
welcoming me
with fire and lightning in his eyes ...
this sensual thunderstorm
he doesn't fear.
Good night, f-list. Sleep sweet!
Love you,
Julchen
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