All in the Timing (The Incredibles; Sydrome/Mirage; #7)
Title: All in the Timing
Author: rhianwen_24601
Fandom: The Incredibles
Pairing: Syndrome x Mirage
Theme: #7 - blossom
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I'm sure they're both off somewhere, laughing hysterically at me over this one.
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Let it never be mistaken, a relationship with Buddy Pine was in no way mundane or ordinary.
Different in almost every conceivable way from the other men she had been with - a large number, although she was never sure if she was proud or ashamed of it - it was a difference she never grew tired of.
Everything he did, he did whole-heartedly. If his interest wasn't consumed entirely, he would refuse flatly to do it. There was a certain amount of fundamental honesty about him, if only insofar as his inability to disguise his true feelings on anything for long.
One of many reasons, she thought indifferently, that she found herself acting as his public face so often; manipulation is impossible without the ability to disguise one's motives.
The difference in their relationship, nevertheless, was not entirely in him; she could feel the differences in herself, too.
Most notably, she found herself picking up his inability to pretend interest - to him, at any rate - when she had none.
And so, they found themselves locked in a strange pattern, varying wildly from near indifference to one another, to need so intense it neared physical pain.
The times in between these two were nearly her favourite, when they were friends but so used to the physical intimacy that remained even when emotional interest was temporarily missing that the benefits just came naturally.
When the interest wasn't there, it quickly became an unspoken agreement that neither would try to feign it, whatever the reason, and would merely wait until their interest coincided again.
As it invariably would, for their cycles and rhythms, their internal seasons, quickly adapted to fit the other's, and their timing was improving with every moment they spent together.
It was strange - almost as though they each only had so much affection to give, and preferred to give it all in a short, extravagant burst than to have a constant, steadily monotonous relationship of lukewarm affection.
Like a blossom tree, flowering for a short time, but so abundantly and beautifully that the memory could last until next spring.
And now that she has only memories of him left, she thinks that if they could do it again, she would want them to do the same, and love in the short, intense bursts that consumed thought and logic and left them clinging desperately to one another.
It's only too bad, she thinks dully, staring in rapt fascination down at one of the few photos he ever let her take and tracing that familiar face with one gentle fingertip, that her internal seasons have yet to realize that he won't be here to share them anymore.
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Author: rhianwen_24601
Fandom: The Incredibles
Pairing: Syndrome x Mirage
Theme: #7 - blossom
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I'm sure they're both off somewhere, laughing hysterically at me over this one.
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Let it never be mistaken, a relationship with Buddy Pine was in no way mundane or ordinary.
Different in almost every conceivable way from the other men she had been with - a large number, although she was never sure if she was proud or ashamed of it - it was a difference she never grew tired of.
Everything he did, he did whole-heartedly. If his interest wasn't consumed entirely, he would refuse flatly to do it. There was a certain amount of fundamental honesty about him, if only insofar as his inability to disguise his true feelings on anything for long.
One of many reasons, she thought indifferently, that she found herself acting as his public face so often; manipulation is impossible without the ability to disguise one's motives.
The difference in their relationship, nevertheless, was not entirely in him; she could feel the differences in herself, too.
Most notably, she found herself picking up his inability to pretend interest - to him, at any rate - when she had none.
And so, they found themselves locked in a strange pattern, varying wildly from near indifference to one another, to need so intense it neared physical pain.
The times in between these two were nearly her favourite, when they were friends but so used to the physical intimacy that remained even when emotional interest was temporarily missing that the benefits just came naturally.
When the interest wasn't there, it quickly became an unspoken agreement that neither would try to feign it, whatever the reason, and would merely wait until their interest coincided again.
As it invariably would, for their cycles and rhythms, their internal seasons, quickly adapted to fit the other's, and their timing was improving with every moment they spent together.
It was strange - almost as though they each only had so much affection to give, and preferred to give it all in a short, extravagant burst than to have a constant, steadily monotonous relationship of lukewarm affection.
Like a blossom tree, flowering for a short time, but so abundantly and beautifully that the memory could last until next spring.
And now that she has only memories of him left, she thinks that if they could do it again, she would want them to do the same, and love in the short, intense bursts that consumed thought and logic and left them clinging desperately to one another.
It's only too bad, she thinks dully, staring in rapt fascination down at one of the few photos he ever let her take and tracing that familiar face with one gentle fingertip, that her internal seasons have yet to realize that he won't be here to share them anymore.
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