His arm is cramped.
He should move.
He needs to, but he doesn't.
He just can't stop staring at her sleeping features.
Her hair all over his pillow.
Her lips slightly open letting out her silent snores.
Her eyelashes fanning her cheeks.
She looked nearly innocent, if you looked past the strands of her hair stuck to her forehead or the way her lips were slightly swollen or traces of some sticky substance on her chin.
He too was exhausted, but he just watched as she slept.
His demon in a peaceful, almost heavenly slumber.
Paradoxical.
The demon who threw him off his horse.
She single handedly brought his reign of terror to an end. Stole something he didn't even know he had.
But that wasn't even the worst part.
The fact she didn't give anything back, was.
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Pandora
General FictionYou ever wanted not to want someone so bad, even though you need them? Ever hated how easily you gave into them? Ever loathed how much you loved them? You probably have. He did too.
