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[October 30th] [Original] To each his own
Title: To each his own
Day/Theme: October 30: This world my prison
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #30)
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana, Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a harsher timeline
Diana slammed her fist into the wall. It didn’t help. But that was ok; she hadn’t really expected it to. She decided to sulk instead, and headed off to the other side of the room to do so.
She let her eyes unfocus, to see past the physical reality of that world she was trapped in, trying to find a way through the layers of space in front of her. But there were no cracks or jogs to slip through. So she slept until Belle found her, half dead with cold.
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Evan was doodling, drawing sharp, vicious lines on his paper. He looked down at them in surprise when his pencil snapped. Jonathan walked over and frowned at the evidence of his love’s suppressed rage. He shook his head, handed him a fresh pencil, and went back to his research.
Evan’s lilting voice broke the silence:
“’O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.’”
”You wouldn’t fit in a infinite space,” Jonathan whispered. And his hand shook when he turned the page.
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“I’m sorry, I still can’t find the signature,” Diana said, face downcast. She hated to disappoint Belle, but nothing she did could bring her love’s world into focus.
“It’s not your fault,” Belle whispered, but she pulled away when Diana touched her arm.
“I guess I’m stuck here, then,” Belle said, unable, unwilling to hide the bitterness in her voice. Diana looked like she’d been slapped, but only for a moment. Then the hurt melted into a stony rage.
“I’m so sorry it’s such an inconvenience for you. I guess you’ll just have to go find something better to do with your time and energy then hang around here.” And with that she left. And Belle felt the slamming of the door was the closing of her own heart.
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“I can’t leave you,” Jonathan said, pleading for Evan not to ask him to.
“You really don’t want to stay,” his love told him, with a twist in his voice, commanding Jonathan to obey, to bend to his will. Instead, Jonathan slapped him.
“Do not ever do that again,” he said, all the steel he had in him in those words. “It is my choice, and if you take that away from me, you’ve become even more of a monster than I thought.”
“So you want to stay with a monster?” Evan taunted, trying to get him to feel foolish, to back down.
“I can love a monster. I can’t love a puppet master. If you want a toy to play with, you won’t find it in me.”
“You don’t love me. You don’t even know who I am. And I don’t love you.” Evan tossed the words out into the space between them like they were nothing. Jonathan stiffened, but he didn’t give in. Instead, he took Evan’s hand, clawed in anger, and placed it loosely around his own neck. Looking Evan right in the eyes, he challenged:
“Maybe you don’t love me, maybe you don’t want me. Maybe you don’t even care I exist. But you will respect my feelings for you. Maybe I don’t know who you are, but you sure as hell don’t either. And I’m going to stick around until I do. And you can’t stop me.” Evan tightened his grip around Jonathan’s throat. Jonathan didn’t struggle or look away from those bright eyes. And oh, how Evan wanted to kill the bastard who would not submit, who had wounded his pride. Who dared to care about him.
“Do it now or forever hold your peace, monster,” he dared him. Evan couldn’t do it. His hand slid away, and he started to cry. And Jonathan, shaking himself, carried him gently to bed and held him until he had sobbed himself to sleep.
Day/Theme: October 30: This world my prison
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #30)
Character/Pairing: Belle/Diana, Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: In a harsher timeline
Diana slammed her fist into the wall. It didn’t help. But that was ok; she hadn’t really expected it to. She decided to sulk instead, and headed off to the other side of the room to do so.
She let her eyes unfocus, to see past the physical reality of that world she was trapped in, trying to find a way through the layers of space in front of her. But there were no cracks or jogs to slip through. So she slept until Belle found her, half dead with cold.
__________
Evan was doodling, drawing sharp, vicious lines on his paper. He looked down at them in surprise when his pencil snapped. Jonathan walked over and frowned at the evidence of his love’s suppressed rage. He shook his head, handed him a fresh pencil, and went back to his research.
Evan’s lilting voice broke the silence:
“’O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.’”
”You wouldn’t fit in a infinite space,” Jonathan whispered. And his hand shook when he turned the page.
__________________
“I’m sorry, I still can’t find the signature,” Diana said, face downcast. She hated to disappoint Belle, but nothing she did could bring her love’s world into focus.
“It’s not your fault,” Belle whispered, but she pulled away when Diana touched her arm.
“I guess I’m stuck here, then,” Belle said, unable, unwilling to hide the bitterness in her voice. Diana looked like she’d been slapped, but only for a moment. Then the hurt melted into a stony rage.
“I’m so sorry it’s such an inconvenience for you. I guess you’ll just have to go find something better to do with your time and energy then hang around here.” And with that she left. And Belle felt the slamming of the door was the closing of her own heart.
________________
“I can’t leave you,” Jonathan said, pleading for Evan not to ask him to.
“You really don’t want to stay,” his love told him, with a twist in his voice, commanding Jonathan to obey, to bend to his will. Instead, Jonathan slapped him.
“Do not ever do that again,” he said, all the steel he had in him in those words. “It is my choice, and if you take that away from me, you’ve become even more of a monster than I thought.”
“So you want to stay with a monster?” Evan taunted, trying to get him to feel foolish, to back down.
“I can love a monster. I can’t love a puppet master. If you want a toy to play with, you won’t find it in me.”
“You don’t love me. You don’t even know who I am. And I don’t love you.” Evan tossed the words out into the space between them like they were nothing. Jonathan stiffened, but he didn’t give in. Instead, he took Evan’s hand, clawed in anger, and placed it loosely around his own neck. Looking Evan right in the eyes, he challenged:
“Maybe you don’t love me, maybe you don’t want me. Maybe you don’t even care I exist. But you will respect my feelings for you. Maybe I don’t know who you are, but you sure as hell don’t either. And I’m going to stick around until I do. And you can’t stop me.” Evan tightened his grip around Jonathan’s throat. Jonathan didn’t struggle or look away from those bright eyes. And oh, how Evan wanted to kill the bastard who would not submit, who had wounded his pride. Who dared to care about him.
“Do it now or forever hold your peace, monster,” he dared him. Evan couldn’t do it. His hand slid away, and he started to cry. And Jonathan, shaking himself, carried him gently to bed and held him until he had sobbed himself to sleep.