Bonds
Title: Bonds
Author:tehkandrewfan
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Anna, Bates; Anna/Bates
Warnings: None. Except that this was hard to fit into 300 words!
Word Count: 300.
“Do you…do you ever wish that sometimes your life was different?”
It’s late. They’re tired. She shouldn’t have asked.
Slowly, though, he answers.
“I suppose everyone wishes that. There are things about my life that I wish I could change. There are times that I wish I could forget. But there have been some good things, too. And, despite everything has led me here.”
She fancies that there is more hanging onto the end of his sentence than he lets on.
“And you’re glad to be here? Even with all of Thomas’ and Miss O’Brien’s horrid scheming?”
“Yes,” he answers, and she can sense that he is closing off again, replacing his mask, erecting his steel barriers. She will get no more out of him tonight. He has already said too much.
It is of little consequence. He has opened up more to her in the course of one short evening than he has in the course of his entire time in the house so far. If she has to take it step by tiny step, then she will. With time, she will show him that he can trust her.
Before they part for the night, she has one more thing to say.
“I had a really nice time this evening.” The words spill from her mouth in an almost incoherent stream, knowing that if she doesn’t say them now, then she never will.
“So did I.” She can’t see his expression in the darkness, but he sounds sincere. The thought comforts her.
“Perhaps we can do it again sometime,” she offers, wondering if he thinks her too presumptuous.
A moment’s pause.
“I’d like that,” he says finally. “Very much so.”
He turns to leave.
“I’d like that, too,” she whispers into the darkness. “I’d like that a lot.”
Author:tehkandrewfan
Rating: K
Characters/Pairings: Anna, Bates; Anna/Bates
Warnings: None. Except that this was hard to fit into 300 words!
Word Count: 300.
“Do you…do you ever wish that sometimes your life was different?”
It’s late. They’re tired. She shouldn’t have asked.
Slowly, though, he answers.
“I suppose everyone wishes that. There are things about my life that I wish I could change. There are times that I wish I could forget. But there have been some good things, too. And, despite everything has led me here.”
She fancies that there is more hanging onto the end of his sentence than he lets on.
“And you’re glad to be here? Even with all of Thomas’ and Miss O’Brien’s horrid scheming?”
“Yes,” he answers, and she can sense that he is closing off again, replacing his mask, erecting his steel barriers. She will get no more out of him tonight. He has already said too much.
It is of little consequence. He has opened up more to her in the course of one short evening than he has in the course of his entire time in the house so far. If she has to take it step by tiny step, then she will. With time, she will show him that he can trust her.
Before they part for the night, she has one more thing to say.
“I had a really nice time this evening.” The words spill from her mouth in an almost incoherent stream, knowing that if she doesn’t say them now, then she never will.
“So did I.” She can’t see his expression in the darkness, but he sounds sincere. The thought comforts her.
“Perhaps we can do it again sometime,” she offers, wondering if he thinks her too presumptuous.
A moment’s pause.
“I’d like that,” he says finally. “Very much so.”
He turns to leave.
“I’d like that, too,” she whispers into the darkness. “I’d like that a lot.”