Mal/Cobb- Siren
Title: Siren
Author: butterflys_fics/blacksouledbutterfly
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Mal/Cobb
Word Count: 600
Summary: He dreams of her nightly, the only way he can see her.
Warnings: None
You're beautiful.
It was one of the first things he said to her, the words spilling out of his mouth as though all filters have been turned off. He couldn’t imagine not saying it to her. from the very second he saw her he felt that and only that fact in his heart. (Soft skin, shimmering eyes, dark hair. A raven; a faerie; a siren leading him towards the rocks, towards his possible demise. But he didn’t mind. Her song was addicting.)
You're elegant.
He used to watch her dancing across the wooden floorboards in their house, bare feet arched, skirt swirling around her, hair slapping against her face, moving away, slapping against her face, moving away, spinning to a tune that no one but she could hear. she would smile and laugh and when she was done, when her energy had been all but used up she would tumble into his lap, long legs resting on his, one arm wrapped around his neck. (Her heart would thump in her chest and he could almost taste in on his tongue, her breath warm against his neck, fingers brushing against his skin. they'd get lost in their own world; they'd get lost in the sound of each other's breathing and hearts beating as one.)
I love you.
It had been a simple utterance that he couldn’t deny, simple word with enough importance behind them that they could move mountains, drain oceans dry. The verbal expression of something that dwelled inside of him, a reality that he had come to accept, that he thrived in. (He had never felt that way about anyone else before; had never wanted anyone the way he did her. he took comfort in the gentle rising and falling of her chest, the sound of her gentle accent, the way she would utter French words into his ear knowing he didn’t understand a lot of it but understood the meaning behind it. nothing had ever been so comforting to him before.)
This isnt real.
It was a fact that he had tried to drill into her brain, had tried to reinforce. They were the first words that he had ever uttered that fell upon deaf ears. He had never worried that she wouldn’t believe what he said before, had never felt as though she would think he was lying. Her trust in him had been absolute; her trust in him had been unshakeable. (The look on her face when he said that had pulled his heart into pieces. Her hands no longer held his with love but with fear, contempt. The beauty inside of her fell to pieces, flesh decaying and falling away from muscle and bone even she remained whole. He watches her slowly dying while still living. And when he watched her jump from that ledge his heart fell with her.)
I'm sorry.
He dreams of her nightly, the only way he can see her. her voice haunts his mind, he sees her around every corner, the graceful movements that she held before they had gotten lost. He had turned her into a ghost of her former self, a beautiful ghost in his heart, in his mind, brushing against his skin, her fingers icy cold, freezing him to the core. (Her voice still calls out to him, trying to bring him to her once more. her siren's call hadn’t diminished upon death but grew stronger, louder, more beautiful.)
We'll see each other again soon.
It’s the only promise he's ever made that he's not sure he can keep.
But she keeps calling him to the rocks.
Author: butterflys_fics/blacksouledbutterfly
Rating: PG
Pairing(s): Mal/Cobb
Word Count: 600
Summary: He dreams of her nightly, the only way he can see her.
Warnings: None
You're beautiful.
It was one of the first things he said to her, the words spilling out of his mouth as though all filters have been turned off. He couldn’t imagine not saying it to her. from the very second he saw her he felt that and only that fact in his heart. (Soft skin, shimmering eyes, dark hair. A raven; a faerie; a siren leading him towards the rocks, towards his possible demise. But he didn’t mind. Her song was addicting.)
You're elegant.
He used to watch her dancing across the wooden floorboards in their house, bare feet arched, skirt swirling around her, hair slapping against her face, moving away, slapping against her face, moving away, spinning to a tune that no one but she could hear. she would smile and laugh and when she was done, when her energy had been all but used up she would tumble into his lap, long legs resting on his, one arm wrapped around his neck. (Her heart would thump in her chest and he could almost taste in on his tongue, her breath warm against his neck, fingers brushing against his skin. they'd get lost in their own world; they'd get lost in the sound of each other's breathing and hearts beating as one.)
I love you.
It had been a simple utterance that he couldn’t deny, simple word with enough importance behind them that they could move mountains, drain oceans dry. The verbal expression of something that dwelled inside of him, a reality that he had come to accept, that he thrived in. (He had never felt that way about anyone else before; had never wanted anyone the way he did her. he took comfort in the gentle rising and falling of her chest, the sound of her gentle accent, the way she would utter French words into his ear knowing he didn’t understand a lot of it but understood the meaning behind it. nothing had ever been so comforting to him before.)
This isnt real.
It was a fact that he had tried to drill into her brain, had tried to reinforce. They were the first words that he had ever uttered that fell upon deaf ears. He had never worried that she wouldn’t believe what he said before, had never felt as though she would think he was lying. Her trust in him had been absolute; her trust in him had been unshakeable. (The look on her face when he said that had pulled his heart into pieces. Her hands no longer held his with love but with fear, contempt. The beauty inside of her fell to pieces, flesh decaying and falling away from muscle and bone even she remained whole. He watches her slowly dying while still living. And when he watched her jump from that ledge his heart fell with her.)
I'm sorry.
He dreams of her nightly, the only way he can see her. her voice haunts his mind, he sees her around every corner, the graceful movements that she held before they had gotten lost. He had turned her into a ghost of her former self, a beautiful ghost in his heart, in his mind, brushing against his skin, her fingers icy cold, freezing him to the core. (Her voice still calls out to him, trying to bring him to her once more. her siren's call hadn’t diminished upon death but grew stronger, louder, more beautiful.)
We'll see each other again soon.
It’s the only promise he's ever made that he's not sure he can keep.
But she keeps calling him to the rocks.