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[13 April] [James Bond] Tous le Chats
Title: Tous les Chats
Day/Theme: April 13th - When are you going to love you as much as I do?
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond/Tracy
Rating: PG
Notes: Makes sense if you have read/seen OHMSS.
All cats are grey in the dark. True or false?
James Bond was in love, but he'd never let that impair his judgement before. How much can someone really change in so little time? The girl who made a show of drowning herself and the mild housecat to whom he was engaged hardly seemed related, except in the passionate press of the body that moulded itself to his. She wanted to pretend she was a virgin 'til their wedding night, but Bond knew better. He would never forget her hunger and enthusiasm that first time, that second time, the way she loved him only when he was lost in her, and how she hated him when she remembered they were two separate people. So lonely, so isolated. It was the classic case of a girl who had been given more money than love.
And through it all, he still didn't understand how she had ended up so desolate that she despised her own existence. So it had been a phase. So it was over. He still wanted to know why. At the same time he knew that no explanation she could offer would make sense to him - who was he going to ask? Her shrink?
Sir, please tell me what drove her mad.
I need to know.
He wanted to believe that she trusted him, loved him unconditionally, but he wasn't sure that she could. Perhaps this was his own paranoia.
Vesper.
He had never been suicidal; why did he always love women who were? What was it about that dark, tragic beauty that attracted him so much? To be driven to the extremes of pain, to realise that you cannot go on - these were feelings he had experienced only through physical torture. Perhaps in this way he sought his counterpart - he wouldn't want a woman who'd been beaten half to death. But emotionally?
Perhaps.
And still he feared that, without him, she would not survive. That somehow her soul was bound up with his, that with his unwitting help she was making herself whole. Yes, he was afraid of what marriage would do to him, but he was even more afraid of what it would do to her. If she couldn't comprehend why he loved her, how could they ever understand each other as lovers ought?
He could see it now: the tearful fights, the guilt, the mistrust she would feel. The painful separation. The bitter end.
He missed her already.
James Bond, fatalist, pessimist, thinker, got up and poured himself a drink.
Would she ever love herself as much as he did?
Day/Theme: April 13th - When are you going to love you as much as I do?
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond/Tracy
Rating: PG
Notes: Makes sense if you have read/seen OHMSS.
All cats are grey in the dark. True or false?
James Bond was in love, but he'd never let that impair his judgement before. How much can someone really change in so little time? The girl who made a show of drowning herself and the mild housecat to whom he was engaged hardly seemed related, except in the passionate press of the body that moulded itself to his. She wanted to pretend she was a virgin 'til their wedding night, but Bond knew better. He would never forget her hunger and enthusiasm that first time, that second time, the way she loved him only when he was lost in her, and how she hated him when she remembered they were two separate people. So lonely, so isolated. It was the classic case of a girl who had been given more money than love.
And through it all, he still didn't understand how she had ended up so desolate that she despised her own existence. So it had been a phase. So it was over. He still wanted to know why. At the same time he knew that no explanation she could offer would make sense to him - who was he going to ask? Her shrink?
Sir, please tell me what drove her mad.
I need to know.
He wanted to believe that she trusted him, loved him unconditionally, but he wasn't sure that she could. Perhaps this was his own paranoia.
Vesper.
He had never been suicidal; why did he always love women who were? What was it about that dark, tragic beauty that attracted him so much? To be driven to the extremes of pain, to realise that you cannot go on - these were feelings he had experienced only through physical torture. Perhaps in this way he sought his counterpart - he wouldn't want a woman who'd been beaten half to death. But emotionally?
Perhaps.
And still he feared that, without him, she would not survive. That somehow her soul was bound up with his, that with his unwitting help she was making herself whole. Yes, he was afraid of what marriage would do to him, but he was even more afraid of what it would do to her. If she couldn't comprehend why he loved her, how could they ever understand each other as lovers ought?
He could see it now: the tearful fights, the guilt, the mistrust she would feel. The painful separation. The bitter end.
He missed her already.
James Bond, fatalist, pessimist, thinker, got up and poured himself a drink.
Would she ever love herself as much as he did?