Ficlet: Regrets
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dolevalanTitle: Regrets
Fandom/original: original
Rating: PG
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rougen has to work a crazy shift today, so as a present, here is the last of her ficlets that she prompted while I was on vacation. The prompt was "famous last words."
“Don’t touch me, don’t – ” Stella twisted away, out of her brother’s reach. “You and your wants and your hunger, always hunger, and your hate, you hate so much, you don’t – ”
“Stella, Stella…” Nicolas raised his hands, as if he were trying to calm a skittish horse. “Please.”
“Please!” She laughed, jittery and unbalanced. “Please. You ask me to calm down, to be quiet, like the good little girl I always was. So calm, so bloody well behaved. The smart one, the fucking perfect… get off me!” she shrieked as he caught her arm.
“Stella, look at me.” He tried to catch her eyes. “Look at me.”
“Why, why? So I can be calm and quiet?” Her eyes locked on his, too wide, almost too sharply focused. “You can do whatever you like, because at least the other half of you is a decent human being? I don’t have children to neglect, or lovers to spurn or…” She pulled hard against him, stumbling back a few steps. “How arrogant can you be?”
“Gods damn it. Why are you acting like this?”
“Acting,” she echoed hollowly. “You might think so. Why didn’t you just let me go? I should have been done. Gods, gods…” Stella sank to her knees. “The moment he shot me, I thought ‘Thank the gods that’s done with.’ But you couldn’t leave it alone…”
Nicolas sank down as well, though only to one knee. “Stella… I…”
“Just go. Get out. Leave me to pick up your bloody mess like you wanted, if that will get you to leave me alone.”
He tried to reach out to her, but she wouldn’t let him.
“Get on with it, if you would,” she said quietly, as if she were quoting something. He looked pained, but finally took the opening and fled.
Fandom/original: original
Rating: PG
A/N:
rougen has to work a crazy shift today, so as a present, here is the last of her ficlets that she prompted while I was on vacation. The prompt was "famous last words." “Don’t touch me, don’t – ” Stella twisted away, out of her brother’s reach. “You and your wants and your hunger, always hunger, and your hate, you hate so much, you don’t – ”
“Stella, Stella…” Nicolas raised his hands, as if he were trying to calm a skittish horse. “Please.”
“Please!” She laughed, jittery and unbalanced. “Please. You ask me to calm down, to be quiet, like the good little girl I always was. So calm, so bloody well behaved. The smart one, the fucking perfect… get off me!” she shrieked as he caught her arm.
“Stella, look at me.” He tried to catch her eyes. “Look at me.”
“Why, why? So I can be calm and quiet?” Her eyes locked on his, too wide, almost too sharply focused. “You can do whatever you like, because at least the other half of you is a decent human being? I don’t have children to neglect, or lovers to spurn or…” She pulled hard against him, stumbling back a few steps. “How arrogant can you be?”
“Gods damn it. Why are you acting like this?”
“Acting,” she echoed hollowly. “You might think so. Why didn’t you just let me go? I should have been done. Gods, gods…” Stella sank to her knees. “The moment he shot me, I thought ‘Thank the gods that’s done with.’ But you couldn’t leave it alone…”
Nicolas sank down as well, though only to one knee. “Stella… I…”
“Just go. Get out. Leave me to pick up your bloody mess like you wanted, if that will get you to leave me alone.”
He tried to reach out to her, but she wouldn’t let him.
“Get on with it, if you would,” she said quietly, as if she were quoting something. He looked pained, but finally took the opening and fled.
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Date: 2009-08-19 11:33 am (UTC)