Night Song [Estonia/Finland]
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roesslyngTitle: Night Song
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 250
Summary: During Estonia's Swedish period.
Other: Posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
Night Song
Clinging in the dark, we press together, and I do not know the difference between your breath and mine, your sighs and mine, your words and mine.
Ah, my beloved, my beloved. How I’ve missed you. Let me feel your touch, let me hear your voice, let me know you again.
Crusades and war and foreign rule tore at us. Though we resisted we finally bent, ragged and weary. Pressed at all sides, we were kept apart but in this night we are together again.
Yet I know I am here because he laid claim to me, as he did to you. There are invisible chains around our wrists, my friend, so softly now, softly. Does he suspect—no matter. He mustn’t hear.
The two of us have changed and I must know you again. Let every fumbling touch be another line on the pages of the book that holds our story. My grazing fingertips will be quill pens writing. Open to me and we will regain what we have lost.
Ah, you. I see. Pages don’t suit you. You are all wind and foxfire. Whisper your song to me then, and I will whisper mine. Let our words be no louder than the sound of two hearts beating.
Though distance and time may separate us, this spring will not run dry. Now let our songs be hushed as the lights that sang on our first night. Let it be so, my love, as I am yours completely.
Characters/Pairing: Estonia/Finland
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 250
Summary: During Estonia's Swedish period.
Other: Posted in my personal journal. (Original entry)
Night Song
Clinging in the dark, we press together, and I do not know the difference between your breath and mine, your sighs and mine, your words and mine.
Ah, my beloved, my beloved. How I’ve missed you. Let me feel your touch, let me hear your voice, let me know you again.
Crusades and war and foreign rule tore at us. Though we resisted we finally bent, ragged and weary. Pressed at all sides, we were kept apart but in this night we are together again.
Yet I know I am here because he laid claim to me, as he did to you. There are invisible chains around our wrists, my friend, so softly now, softly. Does he suspect—no matter. He mustn’t hear.
The two of us have changed and I must know you again. Let every fumbling touch be another line on the pages of the book that holds our story. My grazing fingertips will be quill pens writing. Open to me and we will regain what we have lost.
Ah, you. I see. Pages don’t suit you. You are all wind and foxfire. Whisper your song to me then, and I will whisper mine. Let our words be no louder than the sound of two hearts beating.
Though distance and time may separate us, this spring will not run dry. Now let our songs be hushed as the lights that sang on our first night. Let it be so, my love, as I am yours completely.
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