Yes, it is my only toon icon, shut up. Nobody has a toonverse Adeline.
Title: Sells the proud heart's citadel
Summary: Slade's relationship with Adeline is complicated.
Author's Notes: Look, I have a thing for Slade/Adeline even in toonverse, okay? Title from Rupert Brooke's Love.
He is not certain whether or not he hated Adeline, once he had outgrown the seventeen-year-old boy entranced by her that she had shaped and discarded, and made into something new.
He knows that he is grateful to her. No one else could have shown him the patterns of the world so clearly.
Before her he had thought the world complicated. Shadows and straight lines.
Things are simpler now, thoughts and actions and reactions expanded into 3-D predictability.
Even her.
Slade accepts the knife as her due, even as he knows it will lose him that eye, and through the pain and her triumphant smile he can see even through the blood running down his face, he pulls the trigger for a heart shot.
He knows she is dead. He pulls the trigger again regardless, and one more to her forehead.
She had not taught him to be anything less than thorough.
-- Finis
Summary: Slade's relationship with Adeline is complicated.
Author's Notes: Look, I have a thing for Slade/Adeline even in toonverse, okay? Title from Rupert Brooke's Love.
He is not certain whether or not he hated Adeline, once he had outgrown the seventeen-year-old boy entranced by her that she had shaped and discarded, and made into something new.
He knows that he is grateful to her. No one else could have shown him the patterns of the world so clearly.
Before her he had thought the world complicated. Shadows and straight lines.
Things are simpler now, thoughts and actions and reactions expanded into 3-D predictability.
Even her.
Slade accepts the knife as her due, even as he knows it will lose him that eye, and through the pain and her triumphant smile he can see even through the blood running down his face, he pulls the trigger for a heart shot.
He knows she is dead. He pulls the trigger again regardless, and one more to her forehead.
She had not taught him to be anything less than thorough.
-- Finis