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[September 5] [Silent Hill 3] Sketches
Title: Sketches
Day/Theme: September 5/3 a.m. on a school night
Series: Silent Hill 3
Character/Pairing: Heather/Douglas
Rating: PG
A.N.: Slight May/December, major spoilers for SH3 and implied for SH1. Also written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
7rainbowprompts prompt "Angel Fallen From Above."
Word Count: 500
"Heather, it's 3 a.m. on a school night," said Douglas, his arms crossed over his chest. "What exactly are you doing awake?"
"You look nice in your pajamas," Heather said, eyeing the plain blue fabric with a bit of a theatrical leer.
He wished he had thought to put on a bathrobe but he was so used to living alone. "Are you drunk?" he asked her, though he knew she wasn't.
"No!"
"Then don't act ridiculous," he said. She was dressed for bed too, in an orange nightgown that was short and a little transparent. And now Douglas was sorry he had noticed.
"I'm drawing," she said, holding up a sketchpad and a box of pastels. The picture she was showing him was of a woman with long hair in a flowing robe, descending from the sky. She looked like an angel, maybe, but with no wings.
"What is that...? I mean, who is she?"
"It's the god."
Douglas backed away slightly. "Are you OK, Heather?"
"I keep telling you to call me Cheryl. And I'm fine. I'm not-- there's no god inside me anymore. You know that. And I still... hate what happened. But I just felt like if I drew it I could deal with being Alessa."
Douglas nodded slightly. For himself he tried to forget Silent Hill most of the time, but it would be unfair to ask Heather – Cheryl – to do the same. She had to work it out in her own way.
"I drew Alessa too," she said, turning the page to show a young girl. "And I drew Cheryl... the one who came before."
"You know, these drawings are really good," Douglas said sincerely. "You could probably be an artist, if you wanted to be."
"I'd have to think of something else to draw though. I don't want people seeing these," she pointed out.
"I'm a person," he said mildly.
"You don't count," she replied, putting the sketchpad down and reaching for his hand. "Because you went through all of it with me."
"Not anywhere near all of it. I had my leg broken trying--"
"Trying to save me. Like Superman." She squeezed his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was about to tell her to stop flirting with him, but she'd only look innocent and tell him she didn't know what he was talking about.
When she turned the next page, he saw himself. And oddly enough, it wasn't a more handsome version of himself either. He still had thinning hair, a patchy beard, and a bit of a paunch, and she'd drawn him in one of his old suits.
"Very... realistic," he muttered.
"Good, because I looked at you for a long time trying to get it all right."
"So that's why you look at me," he said.
She leaned over and put her head on his shoulder. "Not the only reason," she said.
He ran his fingers through her hair and didn't try to scold her.
Day/Theme: September 5/3 a.m. on a school night
Series: Silent Hill 3
Character/Pairing: Heather/Douglas
Rating: PG
A.N.: Slight May/December, major spoilers for SH3 and implied for SH1. Also written for the
7rainbowprompts prompt "Angel Fallen From Above."Word Count: 500
"Heather, it's 3 a.m. on a school night," said Douglas, his arms crossed over his chest. "What exactly are you doing awake?"
"You look nice in your pajamas," Heather said, eyeing the plain blue fabric with a bit of a theatrical leer.
He wished he had thought to put on a bathrobe but he was so used to living alone. "Are you drunk?" he asked her, though he knew she wasn't.
"No!"
"Then don't act ridiculous," he said. She was dressed for bed too, in an orange nightgown that was short and a little transparent. And now Douglas was sorry he had noticed.
"I'm drawing," she said, holding up a sketchpad and a box of pastels. The picture she was showing him was of a woman with long hair in a flowing robe, descending from the sky. She looked like an angel, maybe, but with no wings.
"What is that...? I mean, who is she?"
"It's the god."
Douglas backed away slightly. "Are you OK, Heather?"
"I keep telling you to call me Cheryl. And I'm fine. I'm not-- there's no god inside me anymore. You know that. And I still... hate what happened. But I just felt like if I drew it I could deal with being Alessa."
Douglas nodded slightly. For himself he tried to forget Silent Hill most of the time, but it would be unfair to ask Heather – Cheryl – to do the same. She had to work it out in her own way.
"I drew Alessa too," she said, turning the page to show a young girl. "And I drew Cheryl... the one who came before."
"You know, these drawings are really good," Douglas said sincerely. "You could probably be an artist, if you wanted to be."
"I'd have to think of something else to draw though. I don't want people seeing these," she pointed out.
"I'm a person," he said mildly.
"You don't count," she replied, putting the sketchpad down and reaching for his hand. "Because you went through all of it with me."
"Not anywhere near all of it. I had my leg broken trying--"
"Trying to save me. Like Superman." She squeezed his hand and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He was about to tell her to stop flirting with him, but she'd only look innocent and tell him she didn't know what he was talking about.
When she turned the next page, he saw himself. And oddly enough, it wasn't a more handsome version of himself either. He still had thinning hair, a patchy beard, and a bit of a paunch, and she'd drawn him in one of his old suits.
"Very... realistic," he muttered.
"Good, because I looked at you for a long time trying to get it all right."
"So that's why you look at me," he said.
She leaned over and put her head on his shoulder. "Not the only reason," she said.
He ran his fingers through her hair and didn't try to scold her.