Challenge #38, part two -- Hex, Thelma/Ella.
For anyone who feels like reading/likes these pairings: I've taken up the fanfic100 challenge with two sets of characters because I'm clearly crazy, Cassie & DD (She Spies) and Catherine & Warrick (CSI). &now to femslashier/challenge things...
Title: Snapshots.
Fandom: Hex.
Pairing: Thelma/Ella, Thelma POV.
MS W/Count: 250 (in five 50-word blocks).
Author Note: Spoilers for the current season.
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I trace the raised welts on her wrists as she sleeps and wonder what drove her to that point... which darkness finally overpowered her. Her skin is cool to the touch, bleached moonlight-pale, and her sleep is restless.
I watch over her, knowing I don't want to lose her too.
She wakes, screaming, from a nightmare; eyes wild, hair in disarray and body wracked with shivers. When she looks for me I'm there, waiting.
I ask questions she always refuses to answer, and can't decide whether to push her.
(When her nightmares become waking dreams, I realise that I'm scared.)
I want to scream that it isn't true, that I didn't do this and it isn't my fault.
But Azazeal has the stone. I gave it to him. And now he's using it to kill Ella.
"It'll be all right," I whisper as she whimpers in pain. "We'll beat this."
I'm living her memory and I can feel everything.
It makes me sick to my stomach (I can't believe she lives with this).
I go through the trial and torture with (as) her. She sees me, I know.
I smell burning flesh and realise it's hers (ours), and I scream.
I lost Cassie to Azazeal and I refuse to lose Ella too. Whatever the cost to me, I have to find a way to stop him from doing this. The world needs Ella -- there's still Cassie's demon-child to stop.
More importantly, I need Ella.
(It can't end like this.)
Title: Sacrificed.
Fandom: Hex.
Pairing: Thelma/Ella, Ella POV.
MS W/Count: 250.
Author Note: Spoilers for the current season.
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You hated watching the two of them together when Cassie was still alive. You hated how close they were and how affectionate and kind they were to each other. You don't have that with anyone, and it stung to see that kind of friendship maintained so effortlessly between them, even beyond death.
Now Thelma's sacrificed you to Azazeal by giving up the stone, even if she didn't know what he wanted it for when she did, just to see her precious Cassie one last time… and all you can think is that you don't want to die, not now, not like this.
You clutch at your head as pain stabs from all directions; reliving the worst day of your life, the day that scarred you more than any other you remember. You can feel the brush of the flames against your skin and hear your own screams ringing in your ears, undercut with the townsfolk's cheers.
Thelma's voice drowns them all out momentarily, as she whispers soft words of concern into your ear, her fingers ghosting across your skin to remind you of the present. You let her be your anchor, even though you're pissed at her, because you need something to hold onto.
You need to know someone cares, and Thelma does. Maybe not in the way she cared for Cassie (you're not sure you'll ever be first with her) but, right now, it's enough.
You aren't ready to die yet, and you're not going down without a fight.
Title: Snapshots.
Fandom: Hex.
Pairing: Thelma/Ella, Thelma POV.
MS W/Count: 250 (in five 50-word blocks).
Author Note: Spoilers for the current season.
*
I trace the raised welts on her wrists as she sleeps and wonder what drove her to that point... which darkness finally overpowered her. Her skin is cool to the touch, bleached moonlight-pale, and her sleep is restless.
I watch over her, knowing I don't want to lose her too.
She wakes, screaming, from a nightmare; eyes wild, hair in disarray and body wracked with shivers. When she looks for me I'm there, waiting.
I ask questions she always refuses to answer, and can't decide whether to push her.
(When her nightmares become waking dreams, I realise that I'm scared.)
I want to scream that it isn't true, that I didn't do this and it isn't my fault.
But Azazeal has the stone. I gave it to him. And now he's using it to kill Ella.
"It'll be all right," I whisper as she whimpers in pain. "We'll beat this."
I'm living her memory and I can feel everything.
It makes me sick to my stomach (I can't believe she lives with this).
I go through the trial and torture with (as) her. She sees me, I know.
I smell burning flesh and realise it's hers (ours), and I scream.
I lost Cassie to Azazeal and I refuse to lose Ella too. Whatever the cost to me, I have to find a way to stop him from doing this. The world needs Ella -- there's still Cassie's demon-child to stop.
More importantly, I need Ella.
(It can't end like this.)
Title: Sacrificed.
Fandom: Hex.
Pairing: Thelma/Ella, Ella POV.
MS W/Count: 250.
Author Note: Spoilers for the current season.
*
You hated watching the two of them together when Cassie was still alive. You hated how close they were and how affectionate and kind they were to each other. You don't have that with anyone, and it stung to see that kind of friendship maintained so effortlessly between them, even beyond death.
Now Thelma's sacrificed you to Azazeal by giving up the stone, even if she didn't know what he wanted it for when she did, just to see her precious Cassie one last time… and all you can think is that you don't want to die, not now, not like this.
You clutch at your head as pain stabs from all directions; reliving the worst day of your life, the day that scarred you more than any other you remember. You can feel the brush of the flames against your skin and hear your own screams ringing in your ears, undercut with the townsfolk's cheers.
Thelma's voice drowns them all out momentarily, as she whispers soft words of concern into your ear, her fingers ghosting across your skin to remind you of the present. You let her be your anchor, even though you're pissed at her, because you need something to hold onto.
You need to know someone cares, and Thelma does. Maybe not in the way she cared for Cassie (you're not sure you'll ever be first with her) but, right now, it's enough.
You aren't ready to die yet, and you're not going down without a fight.