For Now - Charmed
Title: For Now
Fandom: Charmed
Characters: Chris
Rating: G
Prompt: #30 Denial
Word Count: 404
Spoilers: None really.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for
psych_30
Chris felt a wave of drowsiness come over him as he struggled against his desire to keep listening and his desire to block out everything that he was hearing. He tightly shut his eyes and hoped that sleep would come soon, even though he knew it wouldn’t.
The voices upstairs in the attic would keep him awake. He would try and forget them as soon as he heard them. He would try and block them out. He would do anything as long as it kept him from admitting the obvious.
One of the voices belonged to his brother. He didn’t think about to whom the other voice might belong. He already had an idea of who it might belong to and he didn’t want to know anything beyond that. He didn’t even want to know that. He had heard the voice before. Many times. It had an oily, sinister quality to it. It used to make Chris shiver whenever he heard it. He had grown used to it now. It wasn’t the voice itself that had made Chris shiver. He had heard many far more threatening ones before. It was who the voice was speaking with that bothered Chris more than anything else. The sinister voice was speaking with his older brother, Wyatt in a calm, civilized - even friendly - tone.
Wyatt and the mystery voice had met several times. He’d never met who it belonged to and he didn’t want to. If he met him it met facing the possibility that Wyatt might be… And he could accept that. Wyatt was the Twice-Blessed. How could he be anything, but good?
Chris refused to accept that his older brother could be anything but good. It was a subject he didn’t like to think about. Anytime, he came close, he would push it away to the back of his mind. Wyatt had been a little off since their mother’s death. But that was expected. Their mother had died. She had died. How could anyone expect them to go back to normal after that? Their aunts had died the year before their mom. Their dad was barely around. All they had was their grandpa and each other. They were the last Halliwells left. They had to stick together. Right? That’s the reason Chris pretended he couldn’t hear the voices down the hall. Wyatt was good. Family sticks together. That was all Chris needed to know. For now.
Fandom: Charmed
Characters: Chris
Rating: G
Prompt: #30 Denial
Word Count: 404
Spoilers: None really.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Written for
psych_30
Chris felt a wave of drowsiness come over him as he struggled against his desire to keep listening and his desire to block out everything that he was hearing. He tightly shut his eyes and hoped that sleep would come soon, even though he knew it wouldn’t.
The voices upstairs in the attic would keep him awake. He would try and forget them as soon as he heard them. He would try and block them out. He would do anything as long as it kept him from admitting the obvious.
One of the voices belonged to his brother. He didn’t think about to whom the other voice might belong. He already had an idea of who it might belong to and he didn’t want to know anything beyond that. He didn’t even want to know that. He had heard the voice before. Many times. It had an oily, sinister quality to it. It used to make Chris shiver whenever he heard it. He had grown used to it now. It wasn’t the voice itself that had made Chris shiver. He had heard many far more threatening ones before. It was who the voice was speaking with that bothered Chris more than anything else. The sinister voice was speaking with his older brother, Wyatt in a calm, civilized - even friendly - tone.
Wyatt and the mystery voice had met several times. He’d never met who it belonged to and he didn’t want to. If he met him it met facing the possibility that Wyatt might be… And he could accept that. Wyatt was the Twice-Blessed. How could he be anything, but good?
Chris refused to accept that his older brother could be anything but good. It was a subject he didn’t like to think about. Anytime, he came close, he would push it away to the back of his mind. Wyatt had been a little off since their mother’s death. But that was expected. Their mother had died. She had died. How could anyone expect them to go back to normal after that? Their aunts had died the year before their mom. Their dad was barely around. All they had was their grandpa and each other. They were the last Halliwells left. They had to stick together. Right? That’s the reason Chris pretended he couldn’t hear the voices down the hall. Wyatt was good. Family sticks together. That was all Chris needed to know. For now.