On to Chapter 2 [There Were Two]
Author: Regency
Title: Twilight Eyes
Season/Spoilers/sequel: None
Pairing: S/J
Category: Romance/drama/angst
Author's Notes: This is a little epilogue to a story I haven't posted yet. Oh, if there was a word-limit, I blew it. I have a tendency to do that.
Archiving: Go for it, anywhere.
Feedback: Would like it, but I don't expect it.
Disclaimer: I only own the child.
Summary: I've never owned him, nor ever had the right to her, so what justification do I give for being here?
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I'm sitting here on the roof of a house that is not my own, bit was very nearly my home. I sit here with my back to the man I betrayed with my heart in his hands.
I sit here and hold the little girl with dark curls, delicate skin, and light freckles. She doesn't even look like me. She coos a little and shifts towards me in her sleep, starting to such her fist with a puckering sound.
I stroke the back of her tiny fist with my finger, but she isn't disturbed. She continues to sleep. She cuddles closer to me, I think she's cold. Where's her blanket, I almost ask, but I don't. I'll keep warm. I'm her mother, it's my job.
I readjust her so that her head rests just over my heart, where she's always been. I settle her into the folds of my leather jacket and zip it up halfway. She buries her head into my chest and stills. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I feel him behind me, but not the critical gaze I'd expected from him. Since I came, he hasn't said a single unnecessary word to me, yet he hasn't left me cold. He watches me with interest, but not contempt. He just watches...I can still feel him. His eyes, eyes I fell in love with. I find my body turning against this mind's will, but am powerless to stop it. You know that breath I just let go of, my lungs just ran after it.
His eyes caught the muted twilight of the clouded half-moon and caused them to shine and light up every nuance of his love for the scene before him. Just as I find myself about to speak the little one in my arms makes a move to wake up. She lifts her small head from its resting place and gets a familiar confused and disoriented look on her face. She looks over my shoulder to her daddy and sticks a little hand out to wave. Then, she looks at me and I get an answer to my an unasked question of many months. She got his eyes. Her eyes catch the muted twilight of the clouded half-moon and cause them to shine with love for the father in front of her and interest and suspicion for the woman who holds without her consent.
...This could get very interesting.
