"Foolish Lies," Nathan/Claire, PG-13
Title - Foolish Lies
Rating - PG-13
Pairing - Nathan/Claire
Challenge - 15minuteficlets, Word: fool
Spoilers/Warnings - Preview warnings for 1.19 ".07%;"
Summary - But it was more than all those things, more than her age, or her hair, or her relation to him; he thought he had changed.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of it; just so you know. I'm only borrowing the characters.
She fooled him.
Fooled him into believing that he wouldn't fall for those bedroom eyes and pretty blonde hair like he had so many times before.
She was different, with the broken sparkle in her eyes and lips that curled into a sly, secret smile whenever his mother spoke to her. She dared to toy with her hair and gasp when suggestions were made to shear away her locks; no one ever questioned his mother, and he watched her stand up to the woman with an honest mixture of envy, respect and awe.
But it was more than all those things, more than her age, or her hair, or her relation to him; he thought he had changed. He thought he would change because of her (for her, maybe), and her voice and her eyes and her lips all lied to him -- lied that he had changed.
He believed those lies until that night with the darkness, explosions and death. Believed the lies until through the falling rubble and fire he could only find a tiny blonde figure with charred hair and blank eyes. Believed the lies even as he pulled her away from Peter's lifeless body, hugged her to his weary frame and promised to protect her from everything (everything except himself).
Shining tears and full lips were the first signs of the lies she told to him (he told to her), and when she leaned up and into him, tugging, pulling and kissing, he gave into the lies -- the lie coated in the form of a beautiful daughter with bedroom eyes, bouncy blonde hair and a soul he was compelled to fix.
In the aftermath, he acknowledge she had never fooled him; the cool air on his chest as he swirls a misshapened "S" on her back as she sleeps soundly, curled next to him, clutching the thin sheet to her naked body, tells him of his own follies too surely for it to have ever been her.
He never changed and the lies he told were only to protect himself, never her like he wanted to believe, and she never fooled him (she never knew how); but she would live with the consequences as surely as he would and he wished a thousand times over that it wasn't so.
Because he had only ever fooled himself -- and now he was simply a fool.
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Rating - PG-13
Pairing - Nathan/Claire
Challenge - 15minuteficlets, Word: fool
Spoilers/Warnings - Preview warnings for 1.19 ".07%;"
Summary - But it was more than all those things, more than her age, or her hair, or her relation to him; he thought he had changed.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of it; just so you know. I'm only borrowing the characters.
She fooled him.
Fooled him into believing that he wouldn't fall for those bedroom eyes and pretty blonde hair like he had so many times before.
She was different, with the broken sparkle in her eyes and lips that curled into a sly, secret smile whenever his mother spoke to her. She dared to toy with her hair and gasp when suggestions were made to shear away her locks; no one ever questioned his mother, and he watched her stand up to the woman with an honest mixture of envy, respect and awe.
But it was more than all those things, more than her age, or her hair, or her relation to him; he thought he had changed. He thought he would change because of her (for her, maybe), and her voice and her eyes and her lips all lied to him -- lied that he had changed.
He believed those lies until that night with the darkness, explosions and death. Believed the lies until through the falling rubble and fire he could only find a tiny blonde figure with charred hair and blank eyes. Believed the lies even as he pulled her away from Peter's lifeless body, hugged her to his weary frame and promised to protect her from everything (everything except himself).
Shining tears and full lips were the first signs of the lies she told to him (he told to her), and when she leaned up and into him, tugging, pulling and kissing, he gave into the lies -- the lie coated in the form of a beautiful daughter with bedroom eyes, bouncy blonde hair and a soul he was compelled to fix.
In the aftermath, he acknowledge she had never fooled him; the cool air on his chest as he swirls a misshapened "S" on her back as she sleeps soundly, curled next to him, clutching the thin sheet to her naked body, tells him of his own follies too surely for it to have ever been her.
He never changed and the lies he told were only to protect himself, never her like he wanted to believe, and she never fooled him (she never knew how); but she would live with the consequences as surely as he would and he wished a thousand times over that it wasn't so.
Because he had only ever fooled himself -- and now he was simply a fool.
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Oh! I have new layout. ;) Check it out!