Fic; Eyes on Fire
Title: Eyes on Fire
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They are going to fillet each other alive.
Spoilers: None
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Their dynamic used to involve constant contact. Now not so much.
They still exchange texts. Though, they're few and far inbetween.
Some nights, Santana looks down at her phone, and reads a hurried message. She's being blown off again. With narrowed eyes, she hisses out a crude "Cunt".
It wasn't something she used to say about her. Years ago, back in high school, they were best friends. (Sometimes more than that.) Now, a slur of hateful words would come out from the Latina's lips, like word vomit. She wouldn't take a single one back. There wouldn't be any apologies. (Things changed far too fast.)
In her temper, she tosses the phone on the counter, watching it skid and topple off the edge to the floor. She doesn't bother going over to pick it up. She just leaves it there.
Never bothering to look back.
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Their dynamic used to be Brittany and Santana. Now, it's just just two serperate people crossing paths every now and then.
They still make calls to each other. But the sound of heavy breathing drowns out any words they say.
Some nights, when Brittany is most tired, Santana calls. She holds the reciever to her ear and puts up with all of the harsh words being tossed in her direction. The sick feeling in the pit of Brittany's stomach bubbles over, and all that comes out is a weak sniffle.
The bitching is relentless, no matter how many "I'm sorry"s are muttered.
She misses the soft whispers that used to be exchanged years ago. (Before they turned their backs on one another and decided to split apart and live. ) Brittany won't ever tell Santana what she missed, so she just yells back.
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They used to link pinkies, but now the only contact made is seething glares.
There's days when they meet up, and have coffee. Like nothing is wrong. That only ever lasts until they wind up at a hotel room. (Another one bound to be destroyed.)
The trigger is always the same, some mentioning of the past and all the wrong doings involved.
Santana flies off the hinge, as she always does. Big bark, tough bite. Her temper flairs and it's aimed all toward Brittany. At one point in time it never would have been. She aims her first at the dry wall above the blond's head, making a dent in the wall. It doesn't matter how many holes are made, or how many cuts litter her hand. She's pissed.
So she continues punching, and throwing her fit, leaving Brittany to stand stuck to the floor emotionless, like a statue.
They always pay for the damages and leave. When they depart, they don't bother to speak a word.
Because there isn't anything to say anymore.
Pairing: Santana/Brittany
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They are going to fillet each other alive.
Spoilers: None
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Their dynamic used to involve constant contact. Now not so much.
They still exchange texts. Though, they're few and far inbetween.
Some nights, Santana looks down at her phone, and reads a hurried message. She's being blown off again. With narrowed eyes, she hisses out a crude "Cunt".
It wasn't something she used to say about her. Years ago, back in high school, they were best friends. (Sometimes more than that.) Now, a slur of hateful words would come out from the Latina's lips, like word vomit. She wouldn't take a single one back. There wouldn't be any apologies. (Things changed far too fast.)
In her temper, she tosses the phone on the counter, watching it skid and topple off the edge to the floor. She doesn't bother going over to pick it up. She just leaves it there.
Never bothering to look back.
----
Their dynamic used to be Brittany and Santana. Now, it's just just two serperate people crossing paths every now and then.
They still make calls to each other. But the sound of heavy breathing drowns out any words they say.
Some nights, when Brittany is most tired, Santana calls. She holds the reciever to her ear and puts up with all of the harsh words being tossed in her direction. The sick feeling in the pit of Brittany's stomach bubbles over, and all that comes out is a weak sniffle.
The bitching is relentless, no matter how many "I'm sorry"s are muttered.
She misses the soft whispers that used to be exchanged years ago. (Before they turned their backs on one another and decided to split apart and live. ) Brittany won't ever tell Santana what she missed, so she just yells back.
-----
They used to link pinkies, but now the only contact made is seething glares.
There's days when they meet up, and have coffee. Like nothing is wrong. That only ever lasts until they wind up at a hotel room. (Another one bound to be destroyed.)
The trigger is always the same, some mentioning of the past and all the wrong doings involved.
Santana flies off the hinge, as she always does. Big bark, tough bite. Her temper flairs and it's aimed all toward Brittany. At one point in time it never would have been. She aims her first at the dry wall above the blond's head, making a dent in the wall. It doesn't matter how many holes are made, or how many cuts litter her hand. She's pissed.
So she continues punching, and throwing her fit, leaving Brittany to stand stuck to the floor emotionless, like a statue.
They always pay for the damages and leave. When they depart, they don't bother to speak a word.
Because there isn't anything to say anymore.