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[March 4] [ORIGINAL] [little heart]
Title: little heart
Day/Theme: 4. you become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed
Series: Original
Rating: PG13
Summary: And she said to him, "I am not yours," and he said to her, "I am only what you make of me."
And in bitter night she dreamt of him; he whom she had lost, he whom she had loved, he whose heart she had driven the black knife home in.
("Shadows under your eyes," her human acquaintances told her when she met them to keep up appearances, "do you need medicine? Do you need therapy?"
"Do you need me to kill someone?" Robin asks her on a disposable cell phone at midnight, and the smile that touches her lips feels so unfamiliar it might crack her skin.)
And now he comes to find her through fault of her own, she who took a demon's heart all unknowing and swallowed it down; it burns in her still, she might carve it out and offer it back but for the folly of picking apart the leash that keeps her fragile world--the grass the sun the earth each living breathing life--whole around her, sheltered from his madness.
("You caught 'im, you keep him," Mattheus says with brutal lack of sympathy; Lucinda elbows him viciously in the head and says, "if you need us, we're there."
"I don't know how to write an immortal superpower a Dear John letter," Pamela says mournfully, ice clinking in her glass of lemonade.
"Pain?" Ben suggests.
"Decapitation," Vanessa counters. Judging them all generally unhelpful, she departs.)
What might the unbeating heart possessed! Each night she feels it draw him closer until the scent of the desert brushes through her hair; she draws the curtains, sings low in her throat, books a ticket for Germany.
Once she said to him, "I am not yours," and he said to her, "I am only what you make of me."
Once she killed him. It didn't take.
She'll come up with answers soon. She'll face him down, find in his words the snake in the core of the apple, find the way and the weapon and the will, pick the shreds of true gems from the desiccated corpse of his deceit. But not for a while yet.
The grenade launchers have to come by special order.
Day/Theme: 4. you become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed
Series: Original
Rating: PG13
Summary: And she said to him, "I am not yours," and he said to her, "I am only what you make of me."
And in bitter night she dreamt of him; he whom she had lost, he whom she had loved, he whose heart she had driven the black knife home in.
("Shadows under your eyes," her human acquaintances told her when she met them to keep up appearances, "do you need medicine? Do you need therapy?"
"Do you need me to kill someone?" Robin asks her on a disposable cell phone at midnight, and the smile that touches her lips feels so unfamiliar it might crack her skin.)
And now he comes to find her through fault of her own, she who took a demon's heart all unknowing and swallowed it down; it burns in her still, she might carve it out and offer it back but for the folly of picking apart the leash that keeps her fragile world--the grass the sun the earth each living breathing life--whole around her, sheltered from his madness.
("You caught 'im, you keep him," Mattheus says with brutal lack of sympathy; Lucinda elbows him viciously in the head and says, "if you need us, we're there."
"I don't know how to write an immortal superpower a Dear John letter," Pamela says mournfully, ice clinking in her glass of lemonade.
"Pain?" Ben suggests.
"Decapitation," Vanessa counters. Judging them all generally unhelpful, she departs.)
What might the unbeating heart possessed! Each night she feels it draw him closer until the scent of the desert brushes through her hair; she draws the curtains, sings low in her throat, books a ticket for Germany.
Once she said to him, "I am not yours," and he said to her, "I am only what you make of me."
Once she killed him. It didn't take.
She'll come up with answers soon. She'll face him down, find in his words the snake in the core of the apple, find the way and the weapon and the will, pick the shreds of true gems from the desiccated corpse of his deceit. But not for a while yet.
The grenade launchers have to come by special order.