There is only darkness, and the sound of bells. They are miniscule, attached lightly to the silver chain of her necklace, but their ringing is clear and true, no matter how soft. The faint glow of the fire’s last dying embers illuminates one corner, and the flickering dances to a beat unheard.
There is only darkness, and the sound of bells. The tiny, velvet box still lies open and forgotten beside her knee, the scribbled note invisible in the shadows. The firelight, a dull resistance to the night, leaps close once, warming them.
There is only darkness, and the sound of bells. Darkness, but warmth; the room is cozy and comfortable, peaceful and still in the dead of night. The bells are quiet, jingling as a whisper, to the rhythm of her slow heartbeat and deep breathing. Even after the last remain of the once lively flames has gone, the comfort will remain, the sense of belonging will not vanish.
There is only darkness, and the sound of bells. They dream not of sugarplums dancing an intricate ballet, but of their own dearest fantasies, those rarest things that are wondrous in their eyes. His arm is curled securely around her waist, his hand coming to rest entwined in the metal of his gift to her, where she lets it remain.
There is only darkness, and the sound of bells, and then there is a voice, cast into the silence, the words riding on a mere whisper. He loves her, he says. He always has. And somehow, in her dreams, she hears him, for her lips turn up in a smile against his chest. The bells speak for her, moving with the beat of her heart below. She knows she will keep the bells close to her heart forever, and with them, his own heart.
And then, once again, the room sinks into silence, and there is only darkness and the sound of bells.
This is not for the fic exchange, this is my Christmas gift to you all. The 12 most common ships of AF, a chapter for each, one a day starting on the 13th for the 12 traditional days of Christmas. Hope you guys like it, and happy holidays to you all, whatever you celebrate!