When the bunnies attack....
they do it with a vengeance and will not be stopped, so I don't even try (we all remember Monty Python and the Holy Grail...right?) Posted chronologically in regards to the story.
Inside: Vala
She remembers too much and too little about those days.
Blood.
Pain.
Fear.
Laughter that is not hers.
Red.
Laughter that is hers.
Anger.
Blood.
Blood.
Endless pain.
And she remembers him. His eyes.
His voice.
We’re coming.
We’ll find you.
Vala.
She’s not waking up.
We’re coming.
I’m here.
I love you.
I got her.
I got you.
She remembers too much about those days.
Red.
Blood.
Pain.
Laughter; sometimes it’s hers, sometimes it’s not.
When it is hers it sounds gurgled, like she’s laughing underwater, expect the water is red. Blood.
She always thought it’d be Adria and the Ori who would eventually kill her, not Kali who always hated Quetesh for fickle reasons like beauty, power and stolen lovers.
She remembers too little about those days.
We’re coming.
We’ll find you.
His eyes.
Vala.
I’m here.
After she tries to be who she used to be. She can’t.
She wants to fade away.
She wants to sleep forever, but her dreams are all nightmares.
She wants to laugh, but when she does she never hears her own.
She wants to flirt and touch him again, but all she sees are red and blood.
We’re coming.
I’m here.
She can’t anymore.
She wants to, but she just can’t.
When she finds herself at his doorstep she doesn’t even remember how she got there.
All she remembers is:
I got you.
Inside
Inside: Lines in the Dark
She was currently curled up on the other side of his bed.
For someone who normally filled every inch of space she occupied she looked surprisingly small at the moment. But then again, she hadn’t been ‘normal’ in some time. Ever since they got her back.
She was clutching her pillow, wrapped in her blanket, with her back to him. She didn’t even try to touch him; they weren’t even sharing the same covers. Even so, he knew she wasn’t asleep, just like she knew he wasn’t either. They were both pretending, both too afraid to stop.
He wanted to reach out and touch her, but couldn’t… part of him still held back. Reaching across the dozen or so inches that separated them, meant crossing a line he had told himself (albeit unrealistically) that he would never cross.
Back when he saw her as a flirt and thief it would have been easier to maintain the space (although, honestly, he probably would have never let her in the first place). But now it was different, he knew her; he understood her better. He now saw past the space vixen and saw the woman she hid. The incredibly fragile, caring, strong and beautiful woman she hid, because for a long time in her life most of those things had been weaknesses.
Turning his head carefully, as not to startled her or give away his wakefulness, he let his eyes wander over her as she tired to make herself as small as possible. He let out a careful sigh. She was still healing from her ordeal with Kali, but he also knew it was much more than that.
Kali had just been the straw that broke the camel’s back so to say. Athena, Tomin, Adria, the Ori, the fake memory (which he knew still bothered her), everything that had been building up broke in those days. It was too much for even the most seasoned warriors to handle, but she had. She was so much stronger than anybody (himself included) gave her credit for.
And now that she had come to him looking for solace he couldn’t bring himself to do or say anything.
God, he was a coward. He stared at the ceiling.
He was disgusted with himself. He wanted to help her, he just couldn’t. It meant crossing a line. And there would be no going back after it was crossed. He hated to admit it scared him.
Then he felt it. Shaking. The bed was shaking…no… not the bed- she was. Turning to look at her he saw the small racks of her body made under the blanket. She was trying not to let him know. And he understood: she too, was hiding from what this moment could bring.
He made his choice.
He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. He had been expecting her to tense or flinch but she managed to surprise him (like she always did) and instantly relaxed. Without another thought he brought her body flush to his. His chest spooned against her back as he tried to offer his comfort and support. Her shaking subsided, but only a little, and now he could hear her quite sobs. She was letting herself break in front of him. Instinctively he pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. She let out a wet sob as she moved in his arms to bury her face into the crook of his neck while her arms wrapped around him and her legs tangled with his.
She clung to him like a child, like a friend, like a lover.
He let her, embracing her just as fiercely.
She was alive, warm, broken and in his arms. But he wasn’t whole either.
She fit with him and him with her, two broken pieces of glass to be melded together and become stronger.
He then realized that he had crossed the line long ago; he just needed to recognize it.
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A/N: Try and guess which one I wrote on post-its, it's actually kinda disgusting how may of my fic/ficlets start on post-its. *sigh*
Inside: Vala
She remembers too much and too little about those days.
Blood.
Pain.
Fear.
Laughter that is not hers.
Red.
Laughter that is hers.
Anger.
Blood.
Blood.
Endless pain.
And she remembers him. His eyes.
His voice.
We’re coming.
We’ll find you.
Vala.
She’s not waking up.
We’re coming.
I’m here.
I love you.
I got her.
I got you.
She remembers too much about those days.
Red.
Blood.
Pain.
Laughter; sometimes it’s hers, sometimes it’s not.
When it is hers it sounds gurgled, like she’s laughing underwater, expect the water is red. Blood.
She always thought it’d be Adria and the Ori who would eventually kill her, not Kali who always hated Quetesh for fickle reasons like beauty, power and stolen lovers.
She remembers too little about those days.
We’re coming.
We’ll find you.
His eyes.
Vala.
I’m here.
After she tries to be who she used to be. She can’t.
She wants to fade away.
She wants to sleep forever, but her dreams are all nightmares.
She wants to laugh, but when she does she never hears her own.
She wants to flirt and touch him again, but all she sees are red and blood.
We’re coming.
I’m here.
She can’t anymore.
She wants to, but she just can’t.
When she finds herself at his doorstep she doesn’t even remember how she got there.
All she remembers is:
I got you.
Inside
Inside: Lines in the Dark
She was currently curled up on the other side of his bed.
For someone who normally filled every inch of space she occupied she looked surprisingly small at the moment. But then again, she hadn’t been ‘normal’ in some time. Ever since they got her back.
She was clutching her pillow, wrapped in her blanket, with her back to him. She didn’t even try to touch him; they weren’t even sharing the same covers. Even so, he knew she wasn’t asleep, just like she knew he wasn’t either. They were both pretending, both too afraid to stop.
He wanted to reach out and touch her, but couldn’t… part of him still held back. Reaching across the dozen or so inches that separated them, meant crossing a line he had told himself (albeit unrealistically) that he would never cross.
Back when he saw her as a flirt and thief it would have been easier to maintain the space (although, honestly, he probably would have never let her in the first place). But now it was different, he knew her; he understood her better. He now saw past the space vixen and saw the woman she hid. The incredibly fragile, caring, strong and beautiful woman she hid, because for a long time in her life most of those things had been weaknesses.
Turning his head carefully, as not to startled her or give away his wakefulness, he let his eyes wander over her as she tired to make herself as small as possible. He let out a careful sigh. She was still healing from her ordeal with Kali, but he also knew it was much more than that.
Kali had just been the straw that broke the camel’s back so to say. Athena, Tomin, Adria, the Ori, the fake memory (which he knew still bothered her), everything that had been building up broke in those days. It was too much for even the most seasoned warriors to handle, but she had. She was so much stronger than anybody (himself included) gave her credit for.
And now that she had come to him looking for solace he couldn’t bring himself to do or say anything.
God, he was a coward. He stared at the ceiling.
He was disgusted with himself. He wanted to help her, he just couldn’t. It meant crossing a line. And there would be no going back after it was crossed. He hated to admit it scared him.
Then he felt it. Shaking. The bed was shaking…no… not the bed- she was. Turning to look at her he saw the small racks of her body made under the blanket. She was trying not to let him know. And he understood: she too, was hiding from what this moment could bring.
He made his choice.
He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. He had been expecting her to tense or flinch but she managed to surprise him (like she always did) and instantly relaxed. Without another thought he brought her body flush to his. His chest spooned against her back as he tried to offer his comfort and support. Her shaking subsided, but only a little, and now he could hear her quite sobs. She was letting herself break in front of him. Instinctively he pressed a gentle kiss on her shoulder. She let out a wet sob as she moved in his arms to bury her face into the crook of his neck while her arms wrapped around him and her legs tangled with his.
She clung to him like a child, like a friend, like a lover.
He let her, embracing her just as fiercely.
She was alive, warm, broken and in his arms. But he wasn’t whole either.
She fit with him and him with her, two broken pieces of glass to be melded together and become stronger.
He then realized that he had crossed the line long ago; he just needed to recognize it.
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A/N: Try and guess which one I wrote on post-its, it's actually kinda disgusting how may of my fic/ficlets start on post-its. *sigh*