We Live With Our Secrets (The Quiet)
Title: We Live With Our Secrets
Challenge: femslash100 #90: remainder (going back to #83: strength)
Fandom: The Quiet
Pairing: Nina/Dot
Rating: R
Word Count: 248
Spoilers: Whole movie.
Warning: Implied incest/sexual abuse. Which is obvious in the movie, but it's not a well-known film, so.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Almost everyone whispers when Nina passes them. Sometimes it's "Her mother must've been fucking crazy," or "Do you think she's gonna get all their money?" but mostly they marvel at how well she seems to be handling everything. Even you marvel at her strength and you know her secrets.
(The secrets you will keep with her.)
You know that she refuses to go into her bedroom because that's where he'd fuck her; into her parents' room because that's where he died. You've been witness to her tears; on the receiving end of her tirades. You've parted your lips for a tender kiss; had her shove her hand down your pants without warning.
(Sometimes, you tell her she needs to talk to someone. She replies, "I have you.")
And really, she is the strongest person you know. You withdrew from the world for less substantial reasons, played voyeur as others gave in to sickness and denial. She is amazing, and one day, she'll be okay.
You whisper this knowledge to another, but not to an acquaintance or one of the people who stare at you and her. You can smell her perfume as Nina shakes her head almost imperceptibly in response. "I love you," you add. You think of a time only a few months before, when she would've called you a freak instead of taking your hand in hers and saying, "Thank you."
You wonder how long it'll take her to find the strength to love you back.
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Challenge: femslash100 #90: remainder (going back to #83: strength)
Fandom: The Quiet
Pairing: Nina/Dot
Rating: R
Word Count: 248
Spoilers: Whole movie.
Warning: Implied incest/sexual abuse. Which is obvious in the movie, but it's not a well-known film, so.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
*
Almost everyone whispers when Nina passes them. Sometimes it's "Her mother must've been fucking crazy," or "Do you think she's gonna get all their money?" but mostly they marvel at how well she seems to be handling everything. Even you marvel at her strength and you know her secrets.
(The secrets you will keep with her.)
You know that she refuses to go into her bedroom because that's where he'd fuck her; into her parents' room because that's where he died. You've been witness to her tears; on the receiving end of her tirades. You've parted your lips for a tender kiss; had her shove her hand down your pants without warning.
(Sometimes, you tell her she needs to talk to someone. She replies, "I have you.")
And really, she is the strongest person you know. You withdrew from the world for less substantial reasons, played voyeur as others gave in to sickness and denial. She is amazing, and one day, she'll be okay.
You whisper this knowledge to another, but not to an acquaintance or one of the people who stare at you and her. You can smell her perfume as Nina shakes her head almost imperceptibly in response. "I love you," you add. You think of a time only a few months before, when she would've called you a freak instead of taking your hand in hers and saying, "Thank you."
You wonder how long it'll take her to find the strength to love you back.
END