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[Feb 24] [The 10th Kingdom] Metaphorical Doors
Title: Metaphorical Doors
Day/Theme: Feb. 24 - "I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned"
Series: The 10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia/Wolf
Rating: PG
Keeping him at arm’s length was so much harder than it should’ve been. She was good at keeping her distance. She had spent most of her life behind that locked door, waiting for the one who came knocking to be someone she could trust. Her walls were made of solid brick.
And then Wolf showed up, with his huffs and puffs, and his insistence on loving her. She spent most of her time around him with her whole body pressed against that door to keep him from blasting it open. Her excuse was that he couldn’t be trusted. And of course, he couldn’t!
He couldn’t control himself, all his doors were flung wide, and probably all his windows too. It served him right to be rejected. If she broke his heart, then that’s what he deserved for not taking care of it. Her own heart was well-guarded and well-hidden, behind the brick walls and the locked door. He wouldn’t be able to hurt it there. No one would.
She couldn’t stop his voice from whispering through the keyhole, though. It promised her all the sunshine and moonlight and rainfall and nightfall and storm winds and sweet breezes she couldn’t feel inside her walls. It begged her to come out, or at least to let him in.
She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not until she was sure. Who knew what was really lurking in his intentions? If he was so careless with his own heart, how could she trust him with hers? She had to wait until she knew for sure what he wanted from her.
A nagging little voice also whispered that she would have to wait for her to know for certain what it was that she wanted from him. And while she was a little ashamed of the truth in that, it didn’t change the situation. She still had to wait and hope the bricks held until she could sort everything out. How was she supposed to read his heart, when she couldn’t decipher her own?
Day/Theme: Feb. 24 - "I cannot read and therefore wish all books burned"
Series: The 10th Kingdom
Character/Pairing: Virginia/Wolf
Rating: PG
Keeping him at arm’s length was so much harder than it should’ve been. She was good at keeping her distance. She had spent most of her life behind that locked door, waiting for the one who came knocking to be someone she could trust. Her walls were made of solid brick.
And then Wolf showed up, with his huffs and puffs, and his insistence on loving her. She spent most of her time around him with her whole body pressed against that door to keep him from blasting it open. Her excuse was that he couldn’t be trusted. And of course, he couldn’t!
He couldn’t control himself, all his doors were flung wide, and probably all his windows too. It served him right to be rejected. If she broke his heart, then that’s what he deserved for not taking care of it. Her own heart was well-guarded and well-hidden, behind the brick walls and the locked door. He wouldn’t be able to hurt it there. No one would.
She couldn’t stop his voice from whispering through the keyhole, though. It promised her all the sunshine and moonlight and rainfall and nightfall and storm winds and sweet breezes she couldn’t feel inside her walls. It begged her to come out, or at least to let him in.
She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Not until she was sure. Who knew what was really lurking in his intentions? If he was so careless with his own heart, how could she trust him with hers? She had to wait until she knew for sure what he wanted from her.
A nagging little voice also whispered that she would have to wait for her to know for certain what it was that she wanted from him. And while she was a little ashamed of the truth in that, it didn’t change the situation. She still had to wait and hope the bricks held until she could sort everything out. How was she supposed to read his heart, when she couldn’t decipher her own?