I prize, I treasure, I savor, that sound.

Silence. Moments stretching into minutes and no rush, no impatience, just the certainty that there was a soul on the other end of that silence worth waiting for. Comfortable silence, the kind you can lean into and close your eyes and just be.

Echoes, static, and the thought that once again comes to mind, an echo of an old poem... static sounds the same everywhere. It's like Canadian traffic. *grins faintly*

I feel as if I'm drowning in music and moments and gods, that voice... it matches the eyes that I still see in my dreams, matches the eyes I see on screen as well. Perfect blend of reality and some lace-clad fantasy that I haven't even dared release into my waking moments until now.

Beauty.

I imagine fingertips trailing over skin, curling through dark hair, the music that I now associate with that voice and that face and that name playing quietly in the background. I imagine the taste of chocolate, kisses enhanced by the creamy flavor, hands and eyes dancing over bodies, mutual satisfaction... mutual contentment...

I find myself hoping that someday I hear other words, spoken in that tone, hesitant, nervous, timid... my gods, the triggers that timidity pushed... me? Salivate just over a pretty voice and a prettier spirit? HELL yes.

But those words, I want to hear them even more, now. I want to lay claim to that prettiness, that voice... I want it to be mine. *sighs softly... and is smiling, happy, content for the moment*

Someday.

For now... for now I am simply pleased to have listened. Talked. Communicated.

*grins*

Screw the depression I'd been sinking into. Screw my worries. Throw 'em all out the window. A few words and suddenly all I can feel is this warm glow overlaying everything.

*purrs softly, happy*