Her gentle slumber had been waken by that of a prince. He moved slightly to reposition himself in the rather uncomfortable chairs, yet even so his princess was held into the highest regards to see she was comfortable and well treated. She had forgotten the other name of He. This was a prince, She was his princess. She felt the breathing of their bodies fall to one rythym. She smiled and returned once more to her trusted sleep in his warm embracing arms. She was picked up and brushed off by him. Others walked past. He didn't. His outstreched hand was calloused and was painted with scars, but it was gentle. She smiled and took it. He smiled back.
<center> heart My tired Jedi... heart </center>
 Made27 · Mon Feb 21, 2005 @ 09:53pm · 0 Comments |
