Drabbles and Containment by A Forum User

Drabble Twenty-Two - His Aggele Mou

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~Silas~

I looked at my Aggele Mou, her beautiful face so kind and loving, so accepting of me. I'd never quite found anyone like her, who takes in all my rough edges, all my mistakes and sees them as just another part of me. And I loved her for it, that was certain.

You touch these tired eyes of mine,

And map my face out line by line,

And somehow growing old feels fine.

She smiled up at me, tracing my jaw gently, lovingly, brushing her thumb across my cheekbone, like I was something wonderful. Her face was framed by her hair that changed in the light, glittering and ever evolving, just like her. Getting old, growing frail, had never appealed to me. I always wanted this life, the one with my brothers and adrenalin, but looking into her face, I realized as long as she was there it would be perfect. As long as she stayed with my brothers, with me.

I listen close for I'm not smart,

You wrap your thoughts in works of art,

And they're hanging on the walls of my heart.

I knew I wasn't as intelligent or as bright as her and Kota. I wasn't dumb, but I wasn't the intellectual type like her. The idea that she could still love me was...Brilliant.

Every word she said was beautiful, philosophical, filled with meaning, a wonderful painting portraying every thought she had. I hung onto every single one, storing them away in my mind, like I was capturing a piece of her.

I may not have the softest touch,

I may not say the words as such,

And though I may not look like much,

I'm yours.

I brushed her cheek with my hand, tucking her hair behind her ear. She froze at the rough feeling of my fingers, and to my relief smiled and rested against it. I tried to think of something to say, to tell her how much she means to me, but she pressed her lips to my palm and then turns to me, her hair hiding her face shyly again.

"I love you, Silas," she whispered.

And though my edges may be rough,

I never feel I'm quite enough,

It may not seem like very much,

But I'm yours.

"I love you too, Aggele."

You healed these scars over time,

Embraced my soul,

You loved my mind,

You're the only angel in my life.

And I did. She changed me, fixed me, taken every part of me and loved it. She was my angel.

The day news came my best friend died,

My knees went weak and you saw me cry,

Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes.

She'd seen me happy, content, joyful, and I was glad for those things. When she saw me cry at points, however, I felt weak. But no, she still looked to me as her hero.

"Silas?"

I may not have the softest touch,

I may not say the words as such,

And though I may not look like much,

I'm yours.

"Yes?"

And though my edges may be rough,

I never feel I'm quite enough,

It may not seem like very much,

But I'm yours.

"This is usually the point where you kiss me."

I may not have the softest touch,

I may not say the words as such,

I know I don't fit in that much,

But I'm yours.

I laughed slightly, and she stood on her tiptoes, and I leaned down my head, and our lips touched. Fitting together perfectly.

She was exactly how she should be. Sweet, soft, warm.

I pulled away, only a centimeter and leaned my forehead on hers, our breaths mingling together.

"I love you, Aggele Mou," I told her.

"I love you, Superman."

And everything was right.