It's Just Dessert (Alphas, Rachel, G)
Title: It's Just Dessert
Fandom: Alphas
Characters: Rachel
Word Count: 437
Rating: G (Maybe a little angsty)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them for fun and no profit.
Synopsis: Rachel knows it's just dessert.
Author's Notes: This is my first time writing for Alphas, I hope it turned out well.
She used to love dessert but now it’s just too much for her senses. Once upon a time there was nothing more comforting or pleasurable than digging into a pint of ice cream, especially a special treat like Ben & Jerry’s. On a warm day that pint of ice cream could make her forget about everything, it was like one of those incredibly rare hugs from her mother turned into an edible treat. Now it creates this horrifically cloying taste that envelopes her tongue, coating her throat, battering her taste buds until she wants to scream and cry. Just thinking about it makes her feel claustrophobic. Rachel can’t help but think that it’s a perfect metaphor for so many things in her life. Things that grew more distasteful and harder to swallow as her powers intensified with age.
The list included touching, concerts, and an array of intensely flavored foods. At the top of the list sat her relationship with her parents. As she grew older they looked on the powers that should have made her special and all that they could see was something that would make their freak daughter even harder to get married off. It hurt so much to think about the disappointment in their eyes every time she would shy away from something that she used enjoy- or at least tolerate. She tried to pretend that she was normal. She tried to act as if she didn’t hear the hushed arguments they would have about her, the hurtful things they would say, the prayers they offered up that she would wake up and be just like everyone else- or that they could at least get her to act normal enough in front of a suitor that somebody would marry her. Then she would at least have a husband to take care of her, they never believed that she could take care of herself.
It’s painful to think about, hurting in a way that even digging razor sharp claws deep into her body couldn’t possibly approach. She was raised not to talk about her feelings, to keep everything that made her so strange locked away and that included emotions that might be frowned upon. So now she’s hurting and there’s no way she can talk about it which makes her feel even more alone. She’s hurting and she wishes more than anything that could dig into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s for comfort, but just like those incredibly rare hugs from her mother there’s no comfort to be found there anymore. She knows she shouldn’t read so much into it, it’s just dessert.
Fandom: Alphas
Characters: Rachel
Word Count: 437
Rating: G (Maybe a little angsty)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, just borrowing them for fun and no profit.
Synopsis: Rachel knows it's just dessert.
Author's Notes: This is my first time writing for Alphas, I hope it turned out well.
She used to love dessert but now it’s just too much for her senses. Once upon a time there was nothing more comforting or pleasurable than digging into a pint of ice cream, especially a special treat like Ben & Jerry’s. On a warm day that pint of ice cream could make her forget about everything, it was like one of those incredibly rare hugs from her mother turned into an edible treat. Now it creates this horrifically cloying taste that envelopes her tongue, coating her throat, battering her taste buds until she wants to scream and cry. Just thinking about it makes her feel claustrophobic. Rachel can’t help but think that it’s a perfect metaphor for so many things in her life. Things that grew more distasteful and harder to swallow as her powers intensified with age.
The list included touching, concerts, and an array of intensely flavored foods. At the top of the list sat her relationship with her parents. As she grew older they looked on the powers that should have made her special and all that they could see was something that would make their freak daughter even harder to get married off. It hurt so much to think about the disappointment in their eyes every time she would shy away from something that she used enjoy- or at least tolerate. She tried to pretend that she was normal. She tried to act as if she didn’t hear the hushed arguments they would have about her, the hurtful things they would say, the prayers they offered up that she would wake up and be just like everyone else- or that they could at least get her to act normal enough in front of a suitor that somebody would marry her. Then she would at least have a husband to take care of her, they never believed that she could take care of herself.
It’s painful to think about, hurting in a way that even digging razor sharp claws deep into her body couldn’t possibly approach. She was raised not to talk about her feelings, to keep everything that made her so strange locked away and that included emotions that might be frowned upon. So now she’s hurting and there’s no way she can talk about it which makes her feel even more alone. She’s hurting and she wishes more than anything that could dig into a pint of Ben & Jerry’s for comfort, but just like those incredibly rare hugs from her mother there’s no comfort to be found there anymore. She knows she shouldn’t read so much into it, it’s just dessert.