Resident Evil: 'November Rain *Claire/Wesker*
Title:November Rain
Rating/warnings: PG
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Beta: A huge thank you to cariel for beta reading this so it looks all spiffy and makes sense! =D
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's tales Running up that Hill Part 1 and part 2 as well as Draw a line in the Horizon which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed!
*pokes her into posting a full out Claire/Wesker fic listing* There are more that all Claire/Wesker fans must read!!
On that note this tale takes place during the final scene of Draw a Line In the Horizon. Any mistakes in the personalities and setting are entirely my own and I apologize in advance *blushes*
Also this ficlet/drabble was written and inspired by knune's universe (as they have given me permission) so credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! =D
As such this tale is for her.
Claire sat across from Albert, but was mentally a million miles away. Her legs were perched, resting heavily against the mahogany table’s edge, a desperate attempt to further distance herself from him.
The truth reflected in her bloodshot and weary blue eyes and Albert knew he could no longer deny what he had known all along. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked. His hands were clasped in self-defence. He couldn’t change the past anyone than Claire could change the present.
Red-orange cat eyes settled onto the sacrificial hamburger that sat now between them. It had long since gone cold, much like the conversation they never had. She picked at the bun’s crust her expression stoic, detached, and distant. In the past, Claire had always been so easy to read. Now she was closed off, a perfect mask of flesh and bone. Only her eyes spoke the volumes neither could speak. “I don’t know,” she quietly answered.
Her answer was not the one he needed to hear. For years, Albert knew this moment would come. Now that it was upon them, he knew it could not let it end. It was no longer his decision to make. His palms settled against the glossy finish of the table next to his sunglasses. The last of his walls were lowered and he was at her mercy. “You need to eat-to keep your strength up.”
Food was the least of either of their problems, yet they could speak of nothing else.
Her eyes briefly flashed revealing a mix of hardness, weariness, and pain. He had inadvertently crossed a line and nearly broke the fragile thread that held them together; it as a mistake he would not make again. As soon as the emotions surfaced in her eyes, they were buried, hidden behind walls he never witnessed before tonight.
“Do you want a bite?”
They both already knew the answer; the question was only a mask for what Claire intended to say. It was not much, but it was something and that was enough for him.
“No, thank-you,” he politely answered. He never could lie to her, even when she needed it most.
She accepted it, as he hoped she would.
The hamburger went untouched; their bed remained cold.
Rating/warnings: PG
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Beta: A huge thank you to cariel for beta reading this so it looks all spiffy and makes sense! =D
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's tales Running up that Hill Part 1 and part 2 as well as Draw a line in the Horizon which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed!
*pokes her into posting a full out Claire/Wesker fic listing* There are more that all Claire/Wesker fans must read!!
On that note this tale takes place during the final scene of Draw a Line In the Horizon. Any mistakes in the personalities and setting are entirely my own and I apologize in advance *blushes*
Also this ficlet/drabble was written and inspired by knune's universe (as they have given me permission) so credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! =D
As such this tale is for her.
Claire sat across from Albert, but was mentally a million miles away. Her legs were perched, resting heavily against the mahogany table’s edge, a desperate attempt to further distance herself from him.
The truth reflected in her bloodshot and weary blue eyes and Albert knew he could no longer deny what he had known all along. “Are you going to eat that?” he asked. His hands were clasped in self-defence. He couldn’t change the past anyone than Claire could change the present.
Red-orange cat eyes settled onto the sacrificial hamburger that sat now between them. It had long since gone cold, much like the conversation they never had. She picked at the bun’s crust her expression stoic, detached, and distant. In the past, Claire had always been so easy to read. Now she was closed off, a perfect mask of flesh and bone. Only her eyes spoke the volumes neither could speak. “I don’t know,” she quietly answered.
Her answer was not the one he needed to hear. For years, Albert knew this moment would come. Now that it was upon them, he knew it could not let it end. It was no longer his decision to make. His palms settled against the glossy finish of the table next to his sunglasses. The last of his walls were lowered and he was at her mercy. “You need to eat-to keep your strength up.”
Food was the least of either of their problems, yet they could speak of nothing else.
Her eyes briefly flashed revealing a mix of hardness, weariness, and pain. He had inadvertently crossed a line and nearly broke the fragile thread that held them together; it as a mistake he would not make again. As soon as the emotions surfaced in her eyes, they were buried, hidden behind walls he never witnessed before tonight.
“Do you want a bite?”
They both already knew the answer; the question was only a mask for what Claire intended to say. It was not much, but it was something and that was enough for him.
“No, thank-you,” he politely answered. He never could lie to her, even when she needed it most.
She accepted it, as he hoped she would.
The hamburger went untouched; their bed remained cold.