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[10 April] [James Bond] Pour Qui
Title: Pour Qui
Day/Theme: April 10th - We used to be friends, a long time ago
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: ?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Adult language.
For some reason, as I write this, all I can picture is you laughing. I don't know why. You were never vindictive, I don't think. Not that I knew you. Not that anyone did.
I really thought - not that it matters. I could have thought anything; I could have thought you were an aristocrat, I could have thought you were a convict. I couldn't have been more wrong. Everything was a lie.
If you loved me, you'd've stayed. I finally realised that. Nobody loves someone so much they have to get away. The idea is ridiculous, yet people believe it and other things even more ridiculous because they are comforting. Sometimes you don't want comfort, you just want the truth. Now is one of those times. I want to ask you why, even though I know the answers can't possibly satisfy. People do things. They don't always make sense. You were always so goddamned mysterious.
I was hardly virginal when I met you, but I might as well have been. I want to say "you opened up my eyes" without sounding like a million other unoriginal lovers, but I can't, so I'll just leave it at that. You opened up my eyes, darling, you opened up my eyes and pinned them open and I can't make them shut again. I'm different now. You'd probably cry if you could see me now.
I met someone else. This is where I can see you laughing. I can see you laughing, because you already know how it's going to turn out. If it turned out happily what the hell would I be doing here, writing to you? I think it would amuse you, the sadist in you, to know that I tried to find happiness without you and failed.
I met someone like you, but different. Someone dark and tragic and energetic and frightening and bittersweet. At first it didn't work out, but then we met up again and it was all so effortless and before I knew it we were engaged. A breath later we were married. Is that so unbelievable? I was ready to marry you, remember.
And what do you think happened?
It's not polite to laugh.
They killed her. Just yesterday, they shot her through the head.
Now I really think I could have forgiven you, Vesper. It's easy to say that now, of course. I'm drunk. Vin triste. I just miss you. I miss the girl I knew, which I suppose wasn't you at all.
Give me the girl I loved, dammit.
Give me the girl I loved and I'll quit this godforsaken post and give up drink and smoking and my own goddamned soul. I'll never look at another woman. I'll never break another heart. I'll never fuck another Parisian whore.
Give me the girl I loved and nobody gets hurt.
Day/Theme: April 10th - We used to be friends, a long time ago
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: ?
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Adult language.
For some reason, as I write this, all I can picture is you laughing. I don't know why. You were never vindictive, I don't think. Not that I knew you. Not that anyone did.
I really thought - not that it matters. I could have thought anything; I could have thought you were an aristocrat, I could have thought you were a convict. I couldn't have been more wrong. Everything was a lie.
If you loved me, you'd've stayed. I finally realised that. Nobody loves someone so much they have to get away. The idea is ridiculous, yet people believe it and other things even more ridiculous because they are comforting. Sometimes you don't want comfort, you just want the truth. Now is one of those times. I want to ask you why, even though I know the answers can't possibly satisfy. People do things. They don't always make sense. You were always so goddamned mysterious.
I was hardly virginal when I met you, but I might as well have been. I want to say "you opened up my eyes" without sounding like a million other unoriginal lovers, but I can't, so I'll just leave it at that. You opened up my eyes, darling, you opened up my eyes and pinned them open and I can't make them shut again. I'm different now. You'd probably cry if you could see me now.
I met someone else. This is where I can see you laughing. I can see you laughing, because you already know how it's going to turn out. If it turned out happily what the hell would I be doing here, writing to you? I think it would amuse you, the sadist in you, to know that I tried to find happiness without you and failed.
I met someone like you, but different. Someone dark and tragic and energetic and frightening and bittersweet. At first it didn't work out, but then we met up again and it was all so effortless and before I knew it we were engaged. A breath later we were married. Is that so unbelievable? I was ready to marry you, remember.
And what do you think happened?
It's not polite to laugh.
They killed her. Just yesterday, they shot her through the head.
Now I really think I could have forgiven you, Vesper. It's easy to say that now, of course. I'm drunk. Vin triste. I just miss you. I miss the girl I knew, which I suppose wasn't you at all.
Give me the girl I loved, dammit.
Give me the girl I loved and I'll quit this godforsaken post and give up drink and smoking and my own goddamned soul. I'll never look at another woman. I'll never break another heart. I'll never fuck another Parisian whore.
Give me the girl I loved and nobody gets hurt.