Drabble: Mellie/November/Madeline & Paul - Dress
A drabble that I wrote for i_am_girlfriday's prompt yesterday. Though it's too long to be technically considered a drabble, so I guess it's more like a mini fic. It's also the first thing I've written in what feels like forever...
Fandom: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairing: Mellie/November/Madeline & Paul
Prompt: Dress
Spoilers: Up to Omega
As hard as it was, Paul forced himself to remain seated and watch the exchange between Miss Dewitt and the woman who had once been the doll they called November. He knew that the person only a few feet away from him was no longer Mellie, but his mind had a hard time relaying that message to his heart. When he looked at her standing there, wearing a dress so like the others he’d seen her wear, it pulled at his heart.
Mellie, the woman he had thought he’d known, was stored in a hard drive somewhere down in the belly of the dollhouse. Paul knew she was gone to him forever, but that didn’t stop him from seeing fragments of her before him now. The way this woman held herself, the inflections in her voice, even the way she grasped the paper in her hand… it was all so familiar to him.
For a brief second Paul wondered how much of her had made it into the fabricated personality of his lover. Was it possible that they had modeled Mellie after her, hardly changing anything? He threw the thought away, preferring the notion that it had all been a lie. Any alternative would merely make it harder for him to let happen what must.
As the woman walked by his chair, heading for the door, Paul rose to his feet. There was one last thing that he needed to know. Only then would he be able to fully commit to the decision he’d already made.
“Excuse me,” he said quietly, causing her to turn and face in his direction. “I don’t think I got your name.”
The woman held out her hand and Paul took it gently in his, shaking it as he listened to her reply. “Madeline. Madeline Costly.”
Paul felt a small tug of a smile on his lips. “Madeline,” he repeated. “That’s a lovely name.” He didn’t even know if that had been one of the many that had popped up during his search of the FBI database. It didn’t matter. All he wanted was to know the name of the woman he hoped he was helping.
“And you are?” She asked, interrupting his thoughts.
There was a part of him that urged to tell her, but he couldn’t. Once a man signed a contract with the devil there was no option but for him to uphold his end. Paul pursed his lips and shook his head, letting Madeline’s hand drop from his. “I’m nobody.”
Fandom: Dollhouse
Characters/Pairing: Mellie/November/Madeline & Paul
Prompt: Dress
Spoilers: Up to Omega
As hard as it was, Paul forced himself to remain seated and watch the exchange between Miss Dewitt and the woman who had once been the doll they called November. He knew that the person only a few feet away from him was no longer Mellie, but his mind had a hard time relaying that message to his heart. When he looked at her standing there, wearing a dress so like the others he’d seen her wear, it pulled at his heart.
Mellie, the woman he had thought he’d known, was stored in a hard drive somewhere down in the belly of the dollhouse. Paul knew she was gone to him forever, but that didn’t stop him from seeing fragments of her before him now. The way this woman held herself, the inflections in her voice, even the way she grasped the paper in her hand… it was all so familiar to him.
For a brief second Paul wondered how much of her had made it into the fabricated personality of his lover. Was it possible that they had modeled Mellie after her, hardly changing anything? He threw the thought away, preferring the notion that it had all been a lie. Any alternative would merely make it harder for him to let happen what must.
As the woman walked by his chair, heading for the door, Paul rose to his feet. There was one last thing that he needed to know. Only then would he be able to fully commit to the decision he’d already made.
“Excuse me,” he said quietly, causing her to turn and face in his direction. “I don’t think I got your name.”
The woman held out her hand and Paul took it gently in his, shaking it as he listened to her reply. “Madeline. Madeline Costly.”
Paul felt a small tug of a smile on his lips. “Madeline,” he repeated. “That’s a lovely name.” He didn’t even know if that had been one of the many that had popped up during his search of the FBI database. It didn’t matter. All he wanted was to know the name of the woman he hoped he was helping.
“And you are?” She asked, interrupting his thoughts.
There was a part of him that urged to tell her, but he couldn’t. Once a man signed a contract with the devil there was no option but for him to uphold his end. Paul pursed his lips and shook his head, letting Madeline’s hand drop from his. “I’m nobody.”