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[Aug. 5th] [Original; Peter Pan]
[Aug. 5th: a boy] [Original Fiction] The Nameless Love of Her Life
Title: The Nameless Love of Her Life
Day/Theme: Aug. 5th, a boy
Series: n/a
Character/Pairing: n/a
Rating: G
It's the second time this week that she's sat beside a boy, a cute boy. His eyes draw her to him even as she fights a middle-aged lady for the seat. His eyes, so much like her former love. All their eyes looked the same, she thought. And look where that got you.
She watches the television mounted up front and gets annoyed when people crowd around it. The bus is cold, her hands are itching to touch his arm, or maybe put her own coat around him. He covers his hands with what looks like a pillowcase. She stifles a giggle and pretends to stare out the window to see how far they've gone. The truth is she's looking at his reflection. The truth is, right now, as he's drifting off to sleep, the girl beside him is pretending that he knows her darkest secrets. She's pretending that he knows what she fears, that the clouds make her lonely, and the rain makes her remember. She's pretending that at any moment she can hold his hand and say that she's sorry, that they've had a spat and that they'll be talking any moment. She's dying to ask for his name. But the bus lurches steadily forward, and she refuses to move her lips or form the words. She begs him with her mind to say something to her, but he doesn't.
She pretends that he fills the void in her heart that another boy had left there open. She pretends that he knows how brave she's been so far. Her voice burns inside her throat; she pretends he knows that she sings. And in her mind she sings to him, she sings sad love songs. It's not easy to hide that you're still in love with him when you sing.
As the bus slows to a halt she gets up from her seat and alights. She looks around with weary eyes at the puddles of mud and the darkness of the city. There are shadows moving, faceless people leer at her as she passes. She remembers what it was like to feel protected even when her protector was nowhere near her side. At that time she could not be touched. Tonight she has her sister's switchblade, and the world hurts her when she moves with sharpened edges, much like the silver of the knife in her bag. The bus she'd just ridden goes on to the next stop. And the boy she'd made into the love of her life becomes a memory. Just like the memory of the real love of her life. The one who had a name.
[Aug. 5th: a boy] [Peter Pan] Defiance
Title: Defiance
Day/Theme: Aug. 5th, a boy
Series: Peter Pan
Character/Pairing: Peter x Wendy
Rating: PG
When Wendy picked up the sword it was hot. She gripped it to hide her flinch and stood at the ready. His eyes were like flint, she thought. Hard, like steel and shining with murder. The expression satisfied her.
He was spitting words she could barely hear. And then they danced to the rhythm of steel banging against steel. The earth beneath her bare feet felt as if it were cracking open. He smelled of dry grass and sweat and the rain. When his weapon flashed to her throat she caught the scent of blood.
She spat her words out with all the elegant disdain of an insulted noblewoman.
"How am I deficient?" he asked her.
And even in her anger she loved him desperately. "You're just a boy," she declared softly. The words hung on the air like dead weights. Ten seconds of humming, shimmering silence had her wondering if she had kept the love out of her voice.
Title: The Nameless Love of Her Life
Day/Theme: Aug. 5th, a boy
Series: n/a
Character/Pairing: n/a
Rating: G
It's the second time this week that she's sat beside a boy, a cute boy. His eyes draw her to him even as she fights a middle-aged lady for the seat. His eyes, so much like her former love. All their eyes looked the same, she thought. And look where that got you.
She watches the television mounted up front and gets annoyed when people crowd around it. The bus is cold, her hands are itching to touch his arm, or maybe put her own coat around him. He covers his hands with what looks like a pillowcase. She stifles a giggle and pretends to stare out the window to see how far they've gone. The truth is she's looking at his reflection. The truth is, right now, as he's drifting off to sleep, the girl beside him is pretending that he knows her darkest secrets. She's pretending that he knows what she fears, that the clouds make her lonely, and the rain makes her remember. She's pretending that at any moment she can hold his hand and say that she's sorry, that they've had a spat and that they'll be talking any moment. She's dying to ask for his name. But the bus lurches steadily forward, and she refuses to move her lips or form the words. She begs him with her mind to say something to her, but he doesn't.
She pretends that he fills the void in her heart that another boy had left there open. She pretends that he knows how brave she's been so far. Her voice burns inside her throat; she pretends he knows that she sings. And in her mind she sings to him, she sings sad love songs. It's not easy to hide that you're still in love with him when you sing.
As the bus slows to a halt she gets up from her seat and alights. She looks around with weary eyes at the puddles of mud and the darkness of the city. There are shadows moving, faceless people leer at her as she passes. She remembers what it was like to feel protected even when her protector was nowhere near her side. At that time she could not be touched. Tonight she has her sister's switchblade, and the world hurts her when she moves with sharpened edges, much like the silver of the knife in her bag. The bus she'd just ridden goes on to the next stop. And the boy she'd made into the love of her life becomes a memory. Just like the memory of the real love of her life. The one who had a name.
[Aug. 5th: a boy] [Peter Pan] Defiance
Title: Defiance
Day/Theme: Aug. 5th, a boy
Series: Peter Pan
Character/Pairing: Peter x Wendy
Rating: PG
When Wendy picked up the sword it was hot. She gripped it to hide her flinch and stood at the ready. His eyes were like flint, she thought. Hard, like steel and shining with murder. The expression satisfied her.
He was spitting words she could barely hear. And then they danced to the rhythm of steel banging against steel. The earth beneath her bare feet felt as if it were cracking open. He smelled of dry grass and sweat and the rain. When his weapon flashed to her throat she caught the scent of blood.
She spat her words out with all the elegant disdain of an insulted noblewoman.
"How am I deficient?" he asked her.
And even in her anger she loved him desperately. "You're just a boy," she declared softly. The words hung on the air like dead weights. Ten seconds of humming, shimmering silence had her wondering if she had kept the love out of her voice.