[mad muses] Super Special Valentine's Day prompt set. "Cross my heart."
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”Promise you’ll come see me tonight in the school play?” she asks. She’s beaming at him, her eyes filled with stars, because she’s going to play the princess in the play, and she gets to sing in it.
”Cross my heart,” he replies, and then leans down to hug her tightly in his arms. He wouldn’t miss it for the world. He might be President, but his daughter is more important to him. Now of course if something huge happens, he knows he’d have to leave, but other things, small things, they’ll be okay.
She’s not his, not really. She was first a Walker, but he killed her parents for cyrokinesis. Then she was Mohinder and Matt’s little girl, but they forgot about her. Mohinder sent her off to India and Matt found someone else, and he had to go get her, to show her that she could have a family again, someone that loved her. When it comes to fixing things, sometimes you have to take things away, and replace them with new things. That’s what he does after all, he’s a fixer, he fixes or replaces broken parts. She’s a broken little girl, and he needs to fix her.
“Promise you’ll come see me tonight, when you get home? No matter how late it is? You’ll wake me up if I’m sleeping?” she asks. She’s pouting, she always does when it’s not sure if he’ll be back to read to her before she goes to sleep. He always tries to though, whether he does it in bed with his arms curled around her, or via a webcam and her computer.
“Cross my heart,” he replies, leaning down to kiss her forehead, and he gets a kiss on the cheek in return before he has to go, even if he doesn’t want to. But it’s his job, and if he didn’t do it, he’d be found out for being a fraud, and he’d lose her.
She’s a broken little girl, and he needs to fix her; that’s why he takes away some memories, and replaces them with others. Memories of her being with him, they’re fabricated, and new, but it doesn’t matter, sometimes that’s what you have to do to make things better. To make things right. He took her parents away from her a long time ago, and he wants to make that right, he wants to give her a happy childhood, if that means that she forgets the truth and believes a lie… But she’s happy with that, and that’s what’s most important to him.
“Promise you’ll stay here tonight?” she asks. She’s trembling, there are tears in her eyes and her hair is damp with sweat. She’s had a nightmare, and like always he’s had to shake her awake so she’ll come out of the nightmare.
“Cross my heart,” he replies, shifting so he’s under the sheets as well, pulling her close to him so she can be against him, and he starts to run his fingers through her hair, knowing that that has a soothing effect on her.
She used to have them much more often, the nightmares, but he had it fixed. She told him that there was a man in a police uniform, and a man with scarves, and he had those removed from her mind. They were causing her pain after all, and he didn’t want her to be in pain. She’s his Princess, and he wants her to be happy.
“Promise you’ll never leave me?” she asks. Her eyes are wide and glossy as she looks up at him, her bottom lip trembling just a bit. He smiles at her, and pats her head, and then kneels in front of her.
”Cross my heart,” he replies, and then pulls her close for a hug, holding her tightly in his arms and sighing happily when she wraps her arms around his neck to return the hug.
She’s his Princess, and he’s going to fix everything. He promises her that, cross his heart. That’s what he does after all, he fixes things. He fixes or replaces broken parts. He’s not going to leave her, he would never leave something that wasn’t like new again, not even when he was his old self. Not even when he was Gabriel. He always strived for perfection, and until he achieved that with her, he wasn’t going to leave her, not that he would leave her then either.
“Promise you’ll love me forever?” she asks. She’s in his lap, her arms around him and her head buried against his neck.
“Cross my heart,” he replies, and he turns his head so that he can kiss and nuzzle her hair, squeezing her tightly against him and smiling.
She’s the love of his life. She’s his protégé, and he loves her. His heart may be broken, crushed into a fine powder, but every speck of his hearts dust, she holds in his hand. She’s a broken little girl, and he needs to fix her; and he hopes that on the way, he’ll fix himself, as well.
(( Molly is humanmapquest is used with permission and love))
”Promise you’ll come see me tonight in the school play?” she asks. She’s beaming at him, her eyes filled with stars, because she’s going to play the princess in the play, and she gets to sing in it.
”Cross my heart,” he replies, and then leans down to hug her tightly in his arms. He wouldn’t miss it for the world. He might be President, but his daughter is more important to him. Now of course if something huge happens, he knows he’d have to leave, but other things, small things, they’ll be okay.
She’s not his, not really. She was first a Walker, but he killed her parents for cyrokinesis. Then she was Mohinder and Matt’s little girl, but they forgot about her. Mohinder sent her off to India and Matt found someone else, and he had to go get her, to show her that she could have a family again, someone that loved her. When it comes to fixing things, sometimes you have to take things away, and replace them with new things. That’s what he does after all, he’s a fixer, he fixes or replaces broken parts. She’s a broken little girl, and he needs to fix her.
“Promise you’ll come see me tonight, when you get home? No matter how late it is? You’ll wake me up if I’m sleeping?” she asks. She’s pouting, she always does when it’s not sure if he’ll be back to read to her before she goes to sleep. He always tries to though, whether he does it in bed with his arms curled around her, or via a webcam and her computer.
“Cross my heart,” he replies, leaning down to kiss her forehead, and he gets a kiss on the cheek in return before he has to go, even if he doesn’t want to. But it’s his job, and if he didn’t do it, he’d be found out for being a fraud, and he’d lose her.
She’s a broken little girl, and he needs to fix her; that’s why he takes away some memories, and replaces them with others. Memories of her being with him, they’re fabricated, and new, but it doesn’t matter, sometimes that’s what you have to do to make things better. To make things right. He took her parents away from her a long time ago, and he wants to make that right, he wants to give her a happy childhood, if that means that she forgets the truth and believes a lie… But she’s happy with that, and that’s what’s most important to him.
“Promise you’ll stay here tonight?” she asks. She’s trembling, there are tears in her eyes and her hair is damp with sweat. She’s had a nightmare, and like always he’s had to shake her awake so she’ll come out of the nightmare.
“Cross my heart,” he replies, shifting so he’s under the sheets as well, pulling her close to him so she can be against him, and he starts to run his fingers through her hair, knowing that that has a soothing effect on her.
She used to have them much more often, the nightmares, but he had it fixed. She told him that there was a man in a police uniform, and a man with scarves, and he had those removed from her mind. They were causing her pain after all, and he didn’t want her to be in pain. She’s his Princess, and he wants her to be happy.
“Promise you’ll never leave me?” she asks. Her eyes are wide and glossy as she looks up at him, her bottom lip trembling just a bit. He smiles at her, and pats her head, and then kneels in front of her.
”Cross my heart,” he replies, and then pulls her close for a hug, holding her tightly in his arms and sighing happily when she wraps her arms around his neck to return the hug.
She’s his Princess, and he’s going to fix everything. He promises her that, cross his heart. That’s what he does after all, he fixes things. He fixes or replaces broken parts. He’s not going to leave her, he would never leave something that wasn’t like new again, not even when he was his old self. Not even when he was Gabriel. He always strived for perfection, and until he achieved that with her, he wasn’t going to leave her, not that he would leave her then either.
“Promise you’ll love me forever?” she asks. She’s in his lap, her arms around him and her head buried against his neck.
“Cross my heart,” he replies, and he turns his head so that he can kiss and nuzzle her hair, squeezing her tightly against him and smiling.
She’s the love of his life. She’s his protégé, and he loves her. His heart may be broken, crushed into a fine powder, but every speck of his hearts dust, she holds in his hand. She’s a broken little girl, and he needs to fix her; and he hopes that on the way, he’ll fix himself, as well.
(( Molly is humanmapquest is used with permission and love))