He gazed upon her, his eyes dark but his face impassive. "You can flirt
with disaster all you want, you won't get it, I'll make sure of that."
She liked the threat it implied. She liked taunting him. She wouldn't
get into trouble. Yet. She smirked. He sighed.
nighttime sounds: an owl in a tree, wind rustling the remaining leaves gnarly branches, black against the moon the sweetest dreams, taking residence in my heart you & I an impossible possibility the sheets will not reveal my secrets
never would there evermore a song upon a breeze for music has forsaken us went lost among the trees now darkness has surrounded us and vanquished all the light in silence now we just await the visitor in the night