Listen - Sam/Leah; Twilight
Title: Listen
Fandoms: Twilight
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Leah
Rating: pg13
Warnings/Spoilers: cursing; for chimbomba @ tw_wishes
Summary: She can't not listen to him; thoughts becoming one as human becomes monster.
He tells her to listen, listen to his heart.
She screams and shoves him away, so unsure of what to do.
She can't not listen to him; thoughts becoming one as human becomes monster.
"Lee-lee, don't walk away from me," he pleads, grasp loose around her wrist.
Head hangs down, because she wants to listen; primal knowledge tells her to stay.
Gaze turns dangerous as she recognizes the tone; that damned tone.
"You're using it! How am I supposed to know if it's free will? This need in me," she shouts, slaps him.
Animal in her screams to be let out, shouts that he deserves every hit she has in her.
He shakes his head, silent and still. His face slowly blooms a red hand print and still his grip is loose.
She loves Sam, it's useless to deny the truth; so useless.
Free hand impatiently wipes at her face, because she won't cry.
Refuses to cry until in the safe confines of her room, thoughts just her own.
"The pack needs you Leah," he whispers, only to comfort her.
The pack needs her; not him, never him. Not anymore.
Smiles bitterly; likes the feel of it upon her lips.
"Of course the pack, always the pack," she murmurs, allowing him to guide her.
She'll listen as long as he speaks.
His damned little dog until he grew tired of her, it was bond to happen.
Fandoms: Twilight
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Leah
Rating: pg13
Warnings/Spoilers: cursing; for chimbomba @ tw_wishes
Summary: She can't not listen to him; thoughts becoming one as human becomes monster.
He tells her to listen, listen to his heart.
She screams and shoves him away, so unsure of what to do.
She can't not listen to him; thoughts becoming one as human becomes monster.
"Lee-lee, don't walk away from me," he pleads, grasp loose around her wrist.
Head hangs down, because she wants to listen; primal knowledge tells her to stay.
Gaze turns dangerous as she recognizes the tone; that damned tone.
"You're using it! How am I supposed to know if it's free will? This need in me," she shouts, slaps him.
Animal in her screams to be let out, shouts that he deserves every hit she has in her.
He shakes his head, silent and still. His face slowly blooms a red hand print and still his grip is loose.
She loves Sam, it's useless to deny the truth; so useless.
Free hand impatiently wipes at her face, because she won't cry.
Refuses to cry until in the safe confines of her room, thoughts just her own.
"The pack needs you Leah," he whispers, only to comfort her.
The pack needs her; not him, never him. Not anymore.
Smiles bitterly; likes the feel of it upon her lips.
"Of course the pack, always the pack," she murmurs, allowing him to guide her.
She'll listen as long as he speaks.
His damned little dog until he grew tired of her, it was bond to happen.