Silver and light plz
Silver | Light
Summary: Silver fell asleep again.
You’ve heard of the term sun-kissed skin. Along with the term comes a warm and bright atmosphere that surrounds the person, full of vigour and vitality.
On the contrary, the moon had instead kissed upon his skin. One could mistake him as a mirage—delicate and intangible to the slightest touch of hand with the way the moonlight was hitting the right places on his face to give him the most ethereal look you’ve ever seen yet. Your brave and gentle hands stroked his head gently as you marvelled the beauty that laid on your lap. His eyelash fluttered a few times, revealing the pair of eyes that held an infinite array of hues as he stared back at you.
Silver raised his hand to cup your cheeks, seemingly in a daze.
“Have you finally woken up from your deep slumber, my prince?”
“You made it sound like the old fairy tales.” He mumbled, his voice barely catching up with him from the grogginess of rousing awake. “How long was I out?”
“Not too long.” you combed your hand through his silvery locks of hair; it was as silky as you imagined it to be. “You could’ve stayed asleep anyways, it’s already late.”
And true to your words, a glance at the clock that adorned the wall indicates it’s the time where people would’ve tucked themselves to rest within their abode. Silver stared back at you, whose face laid atop his. Your lap provides the proximity and warmth that tempts him to leap back to his dreamland, yet he forces his eyes to look at the smile across your face.
“I was hoping we could talk a bit longer…” he trailed off, feeling a yawn about to leave his mouth.
“We have all the time tomorrow.” you giggled, moving away from him, before you repositioned yourself to lay by his side on the bed. “For now, let’s sleep.”
He couldn’t be more happy than to agree.