"Its time", he said. There was no cajoling, no asking, no pretence of loving. That is all he said.
She walked in the dark of the night, awake in a daze of jet lag with a hazy picture and an out-of-focus image of everything she passed by. The 10 step towards a bed that promised to keep her warm in an unusually cold country. As she tucked herself under the comforter, she slid btw his skin and the bone, unknowingly.
It was the most natural action of a subconscious mind.
The Storm Bearer walked in empty handed and calmed the cold winds with a whisper. With no spoken words, hands were held. Confidants were found and two exhausted souls slept in the warm fury of their new found bed of crimson joy.
