The Rainbow Only Comes After The Storm - Elle (Heroes Fiction)
Title: The Rainbow Only Comes After The Storm
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Elle- mention of other characters
Word Count: 986
Summary: A scene from Elle's life before she manifested. I am not naming her parents, so her father could be Bob, but maybe it could be not...
Author's Notes:This was written for the challenge heroes-fest and the prompt : Elle's Life Before She Manifested.
Sorry,it's unbetaed...It's late, I was sleepy so please excuse any crappiness and mistakes! =D
Crossposted: At elle-tric, heroes-fic, heroes-fest
The Rainbow Only Comes After The Storm
Warm sunlight coming from the window bathed the little girl with the blonde locks and the piercing blue eyes.
She had been standing in front of the window for twenty minutes but still she hasn’t gotten enough of it. Enough of the warmth, the energy, the light coming from the sun.
When she heard her mother’s voice from downstairs, she reluctantly let go of the glorious view of flowers and freshly cut grass and guided herself down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
“Elle? Are you ready?” her mother asked.
The little girl nodded and a smile lit up her face.
“I’m always ready for grandma” she said sitting at the table, marveling at the pancakes and the jam on them.
Her mother turned skeptically to Elle and caressed the top of her head.
Maybe it was something in Elle's voice, need, something she could not conceal efficiently.
“I’m sorry, I’m not with you as much as you want me Elle. I wish I could” her mom's eyes ponds filled with guilt.
Elle put her small hand over her mother’s in an attempt to comfort her.
"It’s ok mommy, I know you have other things to do. You don’t have to be with me always” she muttered.
She had told herself that a long time ago. despite her young age, and it was easy.
It was easy to say it.
If only she could convince herself of it that easily, it would be the most consoling thing.
But to that moment, Elle hadn’t been able to. The truth was that she needed her mother.
She needed her close. She needed to be held, to be touched the way only a mother could touch.
There was something indescribable in a mother's touch, Elle would probably call it mystical if she fully understood the meaning of the word.
But it was there, intangible, elusive, abstract yet constant, reliable,comforting.
Ever since she could remember herself she had been missing her mother.
She had been missing her father.
She wasn’t that big yet, but Elle knew that her days of throwing a tantrum to get their attention were over.
She knew they cared for her.
She could see it in their eyes when they looked back at her.
She could feel it every moment they told her they loved her, that she was their little princess.
She was certain of it.
She was trying to capture it in unspoken words among them, even though spoken words found their immediate way to her heart, instead of having to seek them out.
Yes there were moments...
But, damn it, those moments were so brief and so scarce nowadays, that she felt tears brimming in her eyes.
She did her best to hide them, but she wasn’t born a child-actress.
Rather, Elle felt like a disaster.
Her mother noticed the shiny wetness around her eyes and hurried to embrace her daughter, planting soft kisses on her forehead.
“I’m sorry baby. I know I have to be with you always. I should be with you always.” Her mother’s voice halted as emotions run through her.
“But. It’s the damn situation. We need the money, baby. I have to work.” She admitted regretfully.
Elle wiped away her tears with the back of her palm and faked a laugh she would dub immature, since it would only fully form on her face, had she felt happier.
Happier than this.
She would undoubtedly be happy again. When she would get back for her grandmother’s house and her dad would be there too.
She could even picture him now, sitting in the armchair, the morning paper in his hands, his pretty green eyes hidden behind his glasses.
His voice soft and steady.
Never changing tone, like the only constant she had in her life. The only thing she could count on to remain like this forever.
There were moments at which Elle believed that her father was her point of reference.
She would do anything to please him. To make him look at her in the way he once did.
As if she were a miracle.
Maybe she once was, but not anymore.
But maybe she never was anything like that.
That was certainly not the way she felt now.
Now she felt like a failure, a disappointment.
Every time he looked at her she felt as if he were expecting something more of her. Something more of his seven-year-old daughter.
Something more than she could give, something more than she was prepared to search for inside herself.
His eyes would drift over her body and settle on her eyes. He would then stare at her intently for such long a moment that it made her head spin.
Yes, as if he were expecting something more of her.
More than her, more than a child, more than human even.
But she wasnt more than human? Was she?
For years she had tried to test herself, test her limits. See if there was something out of the ordinary she could do.
She would come back home woth bruises on her arms, grazed knees, sweat along her forehead but excitement and cheeky fascination on her face.
She wanted to live to the fullest even un-special as she was.
She calmly admitted that there was nothing special about her other than the fact that she had been blessed with a family that loved her.
But perhaps that very fact, that very quality made her more special than most people.
“Where’s dad?” she asked even though she knew the answer already.
It was with resignation she heard her mother answer.
“He had to leave earlier for work, honey. He told me to say ‘good morning’ to you for him and he asked me to do something else too!”
“What?” Elle played along, knowing what her mother would say.
It was a game they played almost every day for the last couple of years.
Ever since her dad started working for that company.
Or did he always work there?
Did he always leave the house with a smile and return frowning and hunched as if her were carrying the weight of the world or its sins magnified on his back?
Elle could not bring herself to remember...
Her mother’s voice brought her back to reality. “He asked me to give you lots and lots of kisses” she started and dashed forward to drown Elle in kisses.
The girl with the blonde locks framing her face giggled happily, carelessly as her mother tickled her, kissed her noisily and hugged her.
It was easy to make Elle happy at this age. It was easy to put a smile on her face. She already knew that it wasnt always rainbows and butterflies, but sometimes even a flower blooming on the grass helped.
Sometimes even a hug from her parents helped.
How she wished there could always be a rainbow in her sky....
But then she bitterly remembered something her father always said...
The rainbow only comes out after the rain, a storm and Elle didn't know if she was prepared for it...
So she knew...She knew already... This knowledge binding her, restricting her..
Another day would come and go with her seeing her parents only briefly, desperately yearning for more.
More attention, more games, more caresses, more kisses, more love knowing that she would not get any.
There wasn’t any time.
“I love you, Elle” her mother mouthed and the sound of her voice like the cure for everything mended the fractures in her little girls’ heart.
She had so much more to see. So much more to live, to experience, to say.
To say to them.
But instead all she could reply was “I love you too” knowing that it was enough at least for now….
~ Fin ~
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Elle- mention of other characters
Word Count: 986
Summary: A scene from Elle's life before she manifested. I am not naming her parents, so her father could be Bob, but maybe it could be not...
Author's Notes:This was written for the challenge heroes-fest and the prompt : Elle's Life Before She Manifested.
Sorry,it's unbetaed...It's late, I was sleepy so please excuse any crappiness and mistakes! =D
Crossposted: At elle-tric, heroes-fic, heroes-fest
The Rainbow Only Comes After The Storm
Warm sunlight coming from the window bathed the little girl with the blonde locks and the piercing blue eyes.
She had been standing in front of the window for twenty minutes but still she hasn’t gotten enough of it. Enough of the warmth, the energy, the light coming from the sun.
When she heard her mother’s voice from downstairs, she reluctantly let go of the glorious view of flowers and freshly cut grass and guided herself down the stairs and towards the kitchen.
“Elle? Are you ready?” her mother asked.
The little girl nodded and a smile lit up her face.
“I’m always ready for grandma” she said sitting at the table, marveling at the pancakes and the jam on them.
Her mother turned skeptically to Elle and caressed the top of her head.
Maybe it was something in Elle's voice, need, something she could not conceal efficiently.
“I’m sorry, I’m not with you as much as you want me Elle. I wish I could” her mom's eyes ponds filled with guilt.
Elle put her small hand over her mother’s in an attempt to comfort her.
"It’s ok mommy, I know you have other things to do. You don’t have to be with me always” she muttered.
She had told herself that a long time ago. despite her young age, and it was easy.
It was easy to say it.
If only she could convince herself of it that easily, it would be the most consoling thing.
But to that moment, Elle hadn’t been able to. The truth was that she needed her mother.
She needed her close. She needed to be held, to be touched the way only a mother could touch.
There was something indescribable in a mother's touch, Elle would probably call it mystical if she fully understood the meaning of the word.
But it was there, intangible, elusive, abstract yet constant, reliable,comforting.
Ever since she could remember herself she had been missing her mother.
She had been missing her father.
She wasn’t that big yet, but Elle knew that her days of throwing a tantrum to get their attention were over.
She knew they cared for her.
She could see it in their eyes when they looked back at her.
She could feel it every moment they told her they loved her, that she was their little princess.
She was certain of it.
She was trying to capture it in unspoken words among them, even though spoken words found their immediate way to her heart, instead of having to seek them out.
Yes there were moments...
But, damn it, those moments were so brief and so scarce nowadays, that she felt tears brimming in her eyes.
She did her best to hide them, but she wasn’t born a child-actress.
Rather, Elle felt like a disaster.
Her mother noticed the shiny wetness around her eyes and hurried to embrace her daughter, planting soft kisses on her forehead.
“I’m sorry baby. I know I have to be with you always. I should be with you always.” Her mother’s voice halted as emotions run through her.
“But. It’s the damn situation. We need the money, baby. I have to work.” She admitted regretfully.
Elle wiped away her tears with the back of her palm and faked a laugh she would dub immature, since it would only fully form on her face, had she felt happier.
Happier than this.
She would undoubtedly be happy again. When she would get back for her grandmother’s house and her dad would be there too.
She could even picture him now, sitting in the armchair, the morning paper in his hands, his pretty green eyes hidden behind his glasses.
His voice soft and steady.
Never changing tone, like the only constant she had in her life. The only thing she could count on to remain like this forever.
There were moments at which Elle believed that her father was her point of reference.
She would do anything to please him. To make him look at her in the way he once did.
As if she were a miracle.
Maybe she once was, but not anymore.
But maybe she never was anything like that.
That was certainly not the way she felt now.
Now she felt like a failure, a disappointment.
Every time he looked at her she felt as if he were expecting something more of her. Something more of his seven-year-old daughter.
Something more than she could give, something more than she was prepared to search for inside herself.
His eyes would drift over her body and settle on her eyes. He would then stare at her intently for such long a moment that it made her head spin.
Yes, as if he were expecting something more of her.
More than her, more than a child, more than human even.
But she wasnt more than human? Was she?
For years she had tried to test herself, test her limits. See if there was something out of the ordinary she could do.
She would come back home woth bruises on her arms, grazed knees, sweat along her forehead but excitement and cheeky fascination on her face.
She wanted to live to the fullest even un-special as she was.
She calmly admitted that there was nothing special about her other than the fact that she had been blessed with a family that loved her.
But perhaps that very fact, that very quality made her more special than most people.
“Where’s dad?” she asked even though she knew the answer already.
It was with resignation she heard her mother answer.
“He had to leave earlier for work, honey. He told me to say ‘good morning’ to you for him and he asked me to do something else too!”
“What?” Elle played along, knowing what her mother would say.
It was a game they played almost every day for the last couple of years.
Ever since her dad started working for that company.
Or did he always work there?
Did he always leave the house with a smile and return frowning and hunched as if her were carrying the weight of the world or its sins magnified on his back?
Elle could not bring herself to remember...
Her mother’s voice brought her back to reality. “He asked me to give you lots and lots of kisses” she started and dashed forward to drown Elle in kisses.
The girl with the blonde locks framing her face giggled happily, carelessly as her mother tickled her, kissed her noisily and hugged her.
It was easy to make Elle happy at this age. It was easy to put a smile on her face. She already knew that it wasnt always rainbows and butterflies, but sometimes even a flower blooming on the grass helped.
Sometimes even a hug from her parents helped.
How she wished there could always be a rainbow in her sky....
But then she bitterly remembered something her father always said...
The rainbow only comes out after the rain, a storm and Elle didn't know if she was prepared for it...
So she knew...She knew already... This knowledge binding her, restricting her..
Another day would come and go with her seeing her parents only briefly, desperately yearning for more.
More attention, more games, more caresses, more kisses, more love knowing that she would not get any.
There wasn’t any time.
“I love you, Elle” her mother mouthed and the sound of her voice like the cure for everything mended the fractures in her little girls’ heart.
She had so much more to see. So much more to live, to experience, to say.
To say to them.
But instead all she could reply was “I love you too” knowing that it was enough at least for now….
~ Fin ~