Drabble: That Perches In The Soul
AU, implied non-con threats from Smokey, set season 5, title is Emily Dickinson. Feel free to take this as a prompt if you feel like expanding on it <3
The monster wearing Locke's face was pinning Ben against the cave wall. "Maybe I'll just keep you down here," he growled, expression dark, tone promising all manner of unspeakable things.
Ben pressed his hands flat to the rough sandstone behind him. "I'm aware that is the function of an oubliette," he parried, dryly. "It also means you should go away and forget about me." Suddenly there were hands on his face. "You have my answer. I won't kill Jacob. Since John, I'm done with killing."
The hands didn't twist and break his neck. They trembled on his cheeks. "I don't want to go, Ben, please." The voice was entirely different; scared, pitiful, close to tears.
Ben's hands rose to clutch at Locke's shoulders. "John? You're still in there?"
The monster wearing Locke's face was pinning Ben against the cave wall. "Maybe I'll just keep you down here," he growled, expression dark, tone promising all manner of unspeakable things.
Ben pressed his hands flat to the rough sandstone behind him. "I'm aware that is the function of an oubliette," he parried, dryly. "It also means you should go away and forget about me." Suddenly there were hands on his face. "You have my answer. I won't kill Jacob. Since John, I'm done with killing."
The hands didn't twist and break his neck. They trembled on his cheeks. "I don't want to go, Ben, please." The voice was entirely different; scared, pitiful, close to tears.
Ben's hands rose to clutch at Locke's shoulders. "John? You're still in there?"