Millirific Week 7
Title: What my father had to say
Author: adam_bat
Summary: for Week 7: an item the character carries that has a story
Rating: PG
Characters: Hellboy, Liz (Hellboy)
Spoilers: kind of for the 1st movie
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me.
The beads click in his hand, one by one as he pushes them through his curled fingers with his thumb.
He doesn't say the prayers, the feel of the Rosary is enough.
Sitting on a bench in the rain, his eyes stare out over the grey ocean in front of him.
With this weather and the hour, the pier is empty and he has time to think.
People give him crap that he never does, and maybe he doesn't often enough, but cold lonely nights set the wheels in Red's head turning the same as anyone else.
The beads belonged to his father, and Red remembers the old man's fingers working the strand, how his lips moved in silent prayer, the calm set of his features as he did it.
Hellboy remembers his father teaching him the significance of the Rosary, helping him memorize the order and the prayers, but Red never had any patience for it.
His father had patience. Infinite it seems, considering how much he put up with, with Red.
If there's one thing Red was ever sorry for, it's for being so headstrong and unreachable by his father sometimes.
He didn't listen, and he should have. His father had a lot to tell him.
"Red?"
Hellboy looks up, and Liz is standing a few feet away, wearing a long coat, her arms wrapped across her chest.
"Hey."
"Hey." She looks at him, then moves closer. "What are you doing?"
He turns to look back out at the water.
"Thinkin'."
"You?" Her voice is gently teasing, and his eyes fall back to his hand.
"Yeah."
There's a space of silence, and then she sits down beside him.
"Thinking's okay, but... " Her hand falls on his wrist, her thumb stroking his lightly. "The professor always told me there's better places to do it than in the rain."
His fingers stop moving on the beads, and he looks over at her.
"He did?"
She nods, and gives him a small smile.
Returning the smile, he straightens up, then stands. The Rosary goes back into his pocket, and he holds his empty hand out towards her.
She takes it and wraps her arm around his, leaning close as they walk back down the pier.
Author: adam_bat
Summary: for Week 7: an item the character carries that has a story
Rating: PG
Characters: Hellboy, Liz (Hellboy)
Spoilers: kind of for the 1st movie
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me.
The beads click in his hand, one by one as he pushes them through his curled fingers with his thumb.
He doesn't say the prayers, the feel of the Rosary is enough.
Sitting on a bench in the rain, his eyes stare out over the grey ocean in front of him.
With this weather and the hour, the pier is empty and he has time to think.
People give him crap that he never does, and maybe he doesn't often enough, but cold lonely nights set the wheels in Red's head turning the same as anyone else.
The beads belonged to his father, and Red remembers the old man's fingers working the strand, how his lips moved in silent prayer, the calm set of his features as he did it.
Hellboy remembers his father teaching him the significance of the Rosary, helping him memorize the order and the prayers, but Red never had any patience for it.
His father had patience. Infinite it seems, considering how much he put up with, with Red.
If there's one thing Red was ever sorry for, it's for being so headstrong and unreachable by his father sometimes.
He didn't listen, and he should have. His father had a lot to tell him.
"Red?"
Hellboy looks up, and Liz is standing a few feet away, wearing a long coat, her arms wrapped across her chest.
"Hey."
"Hey." She looks at him, then moves closer. "What are you doing?"
He turns to look back out at the water.
"Thinkin'."
"You?" Her voice is gently teasing, and his eyes fall back to his hand.
"Yeah."
There's a space of silence, and then she sits down beside him.
"Thinking's okay, but... " Her hand falls on his wrist, her thumb stroking his lightly. "The professor always told me there's better places to do it than in the rain."
His fingers stop moving on the beads, and he looks over at her.
"He did?"
She nods, and gives him a small smile.
Returning the smile, he straightens up, then stands. The Rosary goes back into his pocket, and he holds his empty hand out towards her.
She takes it and wraps her arm around his, leaning close as they walk back down the pier.