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dolevalanThis week's 15 minute ficlet is, for a change, not about Arthur Sloane. Shocking, I know. The drabbles are coming, by the way, I promise, as is my Sweeney fic. Maybe some Tony celebration stuff soon. Heh. Regardless, here we go.
Title: Too Far
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG for mention of blood/death
This was ludicrous. Things had gotten so quickly and completely out of hand, and he didn’t know how to stop it. It had all been so simple, to begin with. Simple to the point of stupidity. An idle boast, little more than a schoolboy’s bet. He’d win it, he’d have the leverage to free his parents, and then wash his hands of the whole affair before conveniently ducking back out of reach.
Well, it would have been simple. It would have been simple if the one who broke her heart in the first place had just stayed away, like he’d anticipated. It would have been simple if she hadn’t gone running back to him, even in her guilt and remorse. It would have been simple if her eyes didn’t have that ring of green around the pupil.
And now? He’d lost the bet, but he didn’t really care. His parents were free and together… and he cared about that, a little, but not as much as he should. The one she’d run to was gone and, this time, was not coming back. Not ever, and she was beginning to accept it. It tore him up, not to be able to comfort her, to, from a distance, watch her cry over another man who’d never loved her anyway.
And now Fate had decided to make a mockery of him. Because as soon as he was beginning to see a faint glimmer of hope that she might forgive him, might perhaps even come one day to trust him... she went flinging her heart at yet another man who could not give his in return.
He wanted to break something. No… he wanted to hurt something. To kill it. To watch its blood spill on the ground and soak into the dirt. To know that he had taken its life.
But she had robbed him of even that, because he knew that she would be repulsed by his need for the hunt, need for the kill. Just as she would never forgive him if she ever found out about the bet. And so she had not only stolen his heart with her half-tentative smile and her quiet, almost foolish concern for others. She had also managed to steal a part of himself. And he knew that he could never hate her for it.
Fate was a bitch, though.
Title: Too Far
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG for mention of blood/death
This was ludicrous. Things had gotten so quickly and completely out of hand, and he didn’t know how to stop it. It had all been so simple, to begin with. Simple to the point of stupidity. An idle boast, little more than a schoolboy’s bet. He’d win it, he’d have the leverage to free his parents, and then wash his hands of the whole affair before conveniently ducking back out of reach.
Well, it would have been simple. It would have been simple if the one who broke her heart in the first place had just stayed away, like he’d anticipated. It would have been simple if she hadn’t gone running back to him, even in her guilt and remorse. It would have been simple if her eyes didn’t have that ring of green around the pupil.
And now? He’d lost the bet, but he didn’t really care. His parents were free and together… and he cared about that, a little, but not as much as he should. The one she’d run to was gone and, this time, was not coming back. Not ever, and she was beginning to accept it. It tore him up, not to be able to comfort her, to, from a distance, watch her cry over another man who’d never loved her anyway.
And now Fate had decided to make a mockery of him. Because as soon as he was beginning to see a faint glimmer of hope that she might forgive him, might perhaps even come one day to trust him... she went flinging her heart at yet another man who could not give his in return.
He wanted to break something. No… he wanted to hurt something. To kill it. To watch its blood spill on the ground and soak into the dirt. To know that he had taken its life.
But she had robbed him of even that, because he knew that she would be repulsed by his need for the hunt, need for the kill. Just as she would never forgive him if she ever found out about the bet. And so she had not only stolen his heart with her half-tentative smile and her quiet, almost foolish concern for others. She had also managed to steal a part of himself. And he knew that he could never hate her for it.
Fate was a bitch, though.
