Work Text:
Everyday Angel
by Fallen Angel
June 1999
Mulder's POV
I'm watching you. Peacefully asleep. Peacefully? Maybe. The night's darkness is your friend, has always been your companion. Maybe it can offer you sheltering peace, the quiet asylum I wanted to be for you.
I pull away the curtain to welcome the moonlight. Its silvery beams caress your naked chest. Your skin glistens and the pale light paints a picture on it. An iridescent painting made of a dance of light and shadow. Shadows - they are forming your halo. The light paints fragile wings which carry me so high that I can almost touch eternity.
I always thought that angels were creatures of gentleness and innocence. You are not innocent - not even now that you are asleep. I am sure that your dreams are cruel and ruthless. Exhausting. Your purity of heart has been robbed irretrievably. I wish I could give it back to you.
I cannot tell how much I want to touch you now. How much I want to feel your body's heat. But I draw back my hand. I'm afraid I could wake you up. Afraid I could disturb your peaceful sleep - brake your gentle wings which make you look like an angel - at least for these few minutes.
The moon lightens your face. You look satisfied. Maybe sleep beguiles me. Asleep, everybody seems to be peaceful, innocent and satisfied.
Quiet. The sound of the passing cars gets to my eyes through a wall of cotton. The universe around us blurs. We two stay. Unmovable rocks in a stormy sea.
I watch your chest move up and down. I try to adjust my breathing to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
I walk towards the bed. I bend down and blow a kiss on your forehead.
Good Bye, my love.
I step into the street's darkness. The dark mantle of the night envelops me. Safely. It's the only message which is left from you. The scary night comforts me.
Comfort - that is what angels do.
I raise my head to face the moon.
I whisper: "Send my love to him. Send my love to my everyday angel."
End