Title: Peace of Night
Characters: Elden/Misham
Series: Another Life: Blessings Home
The calm of the night seeped into Misham's soul, a welcomed
intruder. Looking up to the stars, he
let the absence of emotion wash over him.
The moons and stars lived in harmony in the dark sky. Harmony and peace within the darkness. He
wondered if Enoch was finding some peace tonight. If Chandir and Wryn were helping the fragile
sub find solace.
The visions of the destroyed temples had overwhelmed Enoch time
and time again. As Enoch saw the sacred
places burned, bombed, torn asunder,
Misham felt the emotions. Fear
and confusion from Enoch; sadness, sorrow and despair from the believers. Enoch's visions brought seizures that left
his body sore and aching for days. Even though Misham felt the rush of grief and anguish of the believers, once the
emotions left him, he felt nothing but exhaustion.
Like a gentle wind, care and concerned filled Misham's soul. Giving a soft smile, he turned to see Elden
kneeling to sit beside him.
"The night has always soothed you," Elden said.
"Yes," Misham agreed.
"The night cloaks me in peace."
"She may cloak you, but when you leave our bed, a coldness
settles around me," Elden retorted.
Misham's smile grew into a grin when Elden's shoulder bumped
him. The small bump was Elden's way of
saying that he was half joking.
"You just desire to put your cold feet against my warm body."
"Of course. That is how it has always been," Elden
teased. Then growing more serious said,
"You are so troubled, yet deny me the chance to comfort you."
"There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the
moon howls*," Misham said in despair. "The visions harm him. The
sorrow of so many squeeze my heart, but it's Enoch's pain that tears at my
soul."
"Your guidance as he records his visions mends the
tear," Elden said. The teasing of
moments before had turned to compassion.
"My love for you heals it."
Misham tilted his head.
His eyes met those of the man he'd opened his heart to. The wounds of his heart caused by the pain
and suffering of others had always been healed by his dominant.
When Elden held out a hand, Misham reached out and grabbed
it. The strong hand that caressed him,
brought him to the heights of pleasure, and at times the pain of
punishment. The hand that helped him up
when he was down. Getting to his feet,
Misham leaned into Elden.
"Come, agape," Elden whispered. "Come to our bed
and let me heal you."
Walking beside his dominant, Misham left the stars and moons to
the quiet of the night. He would find
his own peace with Elden. Together they
would heal the tears in his soul.
*quote by George Carlin
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