[fic]Liar
Ok, so...a break from my angsty little MCOD-world somehow snowballed into this mess...*headdesk* Kindly enjoy and tell me what you think!
title: Liar
author: creepy_crawly
rating: PG-13
Summary:
You know this. You don't care.
Liar, your mind chants.
Liar
When you tell him you love him, he smiles. At least, you think he smiles. Beneath that thrice-damned mask, who can tell?
(Another ANBU, your mind provides unhelpfully. You push the thought aside. You will never be his equal. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him to take care, he smirks. Almost as if he longs to say, ‘don’t I always?’
(No, you don’t, you feel like yelling. You push the thought aside. He will always take stupid risks. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him it will all be ok, he bites his lip. As if to say, ‘you are a lying bastard.’ Oddly, it hurts.
(Yes, I am you feel like screaming. You push the thought aside. He will always suffer like this. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him she’s dying, he breathes. It’s an oddly rhythmic action, and you realise that that’s why he’s doing it-to focus on something, anything else.
(I’m sorry, you feel like sobbing. You push the thought aside. Your traitorous mouth won’t say a thing. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him that he’s gone, his control slips. For a moment, his eyes widen and strain as in disbelief.
(Don’t! you feel like shrieking. Don’t feel! You push the thought aside. He will always feel for everyone else. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him that he’s been killed, his jaw clenches. It seems to shout for you to shut up, to shut up, to just fucking shut up.
(It hurts me, too, you feel like crying. You push the thought aside. He will need you, and hate you for his need. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him that she wants him, he frowns. You can read it, now, just that little twitch beneath the mask.
(You feel, you feel like whispering. You push the thought aside. He has always had his little secrets. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him you love him, he blushes. Red dances across ghost-pale cheeks and you realise the truth.
(K-I-S-S-I-N-G, you feel like singing. You push the thought away. You have a chance-no, more than a chance! He feels for you! You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind smirks.)
When they tell him you are dead, he cries. Tears slip and fall from both eyes, over the pale skin that you touched so lovingly, over the soft lips that touched you so sweetly. Rough sobs tear themselves from a throat that once sang your name in the night, drifting into the silence that was his and yours and yours together and alone. Trembling gasps shake his shoulders with the force of the mudslide that buried you, shaking their strong warmth as much as you always do.
(Gone, he feels like wailing. And because he does what he feels like, he does.
Slowly, however, he pushes the pain aside, where it can rest with all the other pains he has ever felt.
But because you’re persistent-always were and always will be-the pain keeps on resurfacing, keeps rising back to the top and pushing in on his sanity. You loved him, you chased him, you loved him, you won him. You deserve more than this.
He knows this.
He doesn’t care.
Liar, his mind chants.)
title: Liar
author: creepy_crawly
rating: PG-13
Summary:
You know this. You don't care.
Liar, your mind chants.
Liar
When you tell him you love him, he smiles. At least, you think he smiles. Beneath that thrice-damned mask, who can tell?
(Another ANBU, your mind provides unhelpfully. You push the thought aside. You will never be his equal. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him to take care, he smirks. Almost as if he longs to say, ‘don’t I always?’
(No, you don’t, you feel like yelling. You push the thought aside. He will always take stupid risks. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him it will all be ok, he bites his lip. As if to say, ‘you are a lying bastard.’ Oddly, it hurts.
(Yes, I am you feel like screaming. You push the thought aside. He will always suffer like this. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him she’s dying, he breathes. It’s an oddly rhythmic action, and you realise that that’s why he’s doing it-to focus on something, anything else.
(I’m sorry, you feel like sobbing. You push the thought aside. Your traitorous mouth won’t say a thing. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him that he’s gone, his control slips. For a moment, his eyes widen and strain as in disbelief.
(Don’t! you feel like shrieking. Don’t feel! You push the thought aside. He will always feel for everyone else. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him that he’s been killed, his jaw clenches. It seems to shout for you to shut up, to shut up, to just fucking shut up.
(It hurts me, too, you feel like crying. You push the thought aside. He will need you, and hate you for his need. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him that she wants him, he frowns. You can read it, now, just that little twitch beneath the mask.
(You feel, you feel like whispering. You push the thought aside. He has always had his little secrets. You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind chants.)
When you tell him you love him, he blushes. Red dances across ghost-pale cheeks and you realise the truth.
(K-I-S-S-I-N-G, you feel like singing. You push the thought away. You have a chance-no, more than a chance! He feels for you! You know this. You don’t care.
Liar, your mind smirks.)
When they tell him you are dead, he cries. Tears slip and fall from both eyes, over the pale skin that you touched so lovingly, over the soft lips that touched you so sweetly. Rough sobs tear themselves from a throat that once sang your name in the night, drifting into the silence that was his and yours and yours together and alone. Trembling gasps shake his shoulders with the force of the mudslide that buried you, shaking their strong warmth as much as you always do.
(Gone, he feels like wailing. And because he does what he feels like, he does.
Slowly, however, he pushes the pain aside, where it can rest with all the other pains he has ever felt.
But because you’re persistent-always were and always will be-the pain keeps on resurfacing, keeps rising back to the top and pushing in on his sanity. You loved him, you chased him, you loved him, you won him. You deserve more than this.
He knows this.
He doesn’t care.
Liar, his mind chants.)