Quiet Contemplation
He sat in the dim lit room as the fire flickered back and forth over and over again- dancing with the wick to which it devoured while the shadows cast a scenery against the wall. As he sat there, a glass of whisky in his hand, Killian contemplated those life long friends of his. They aided him, soothed him, keep him company on the long quiet nights. The shadows need no speak to him and he need not speak to them. Leaning his head back against the chair to which he sat in, he closed his eyes. It had been such a long day and thus he’d been in that room to enjoy a moment’s peace- dressed down from the full suit he’d worn that day in exchange for his shirt to be untucked, his tie discarded and even his shoes kicked off. Hunting- he could get behind that. Serving in his father’s court where suits were expected? Perhaps his father should have had another child for such a thing. He signed quietly and took in another sip of the amber fire that would soon rest on his tongue for a moment. He held that glass up still, resting it there idly as he smile. The burn- he enjoyed that burn as the shadows moved from the wall, against the chair and soon, brushing against his skin. It was not like the touch of his sweet Sionnach, but rather the touch of a loved one; a sibling long beyond the need for words. Just their presence was a joy to the man. A smile was soon to be tugging on his lips. “You dinnae give up, do ya?” He asked of them with that lilt rolling the words off of his tongue. Again, no words, but he could feel them. He could feel the answer they gave him. Never in their long years of his life did they turn their back to him. If anything they were glad he was sharing his life again. Sharing it with his sweetest love. Suddenly, she filled his thoughts. Shifting slightly in his seat, he fished out his phone. Soon, Killian was taking a photo of the drink in his hand and then he opened his text chain with his wife. “Not the best thing my tongue has tasted, but since you’re not here it’s a close second.. I miss you.” Then, he hit send. Given the glow of the room, and then the area rug of his sitting room it would be easy for her to find him if she so much as chose to. Old was Killian, but damn if she didn’t make him feel young and foolish again. If she didn’t pull the chaos from his body only to dance a sensual tango with it- a dance filled with fire, passion, and desire. That old man did place his phone down face first on the arm of the chair. With the idea of just how she’d perceive that text, he grinned and returned to enjoying the quiet. @velvetnviolentviolets
