Twenty-One Drabbles
These are basically just a bunch of drabbles I wrote for a meme on Tumblr. People gave me prompts and I knocked all these out. Hope you enjoy!
Peter/Walter;
(MUSIC/PIANO)
When they move into their own house years later, the first thing they buy is a piano. For the past decade or so, he had rarely played, unless of course Walter had asked him to. It was something of an obligation that he felt for his father. But after Walter passed away, the music longed to be pulled from his fingertips.
Jazz was his specialty; the random notes, the starts and stops, erratic and unpredictable, just like he once was (but no longer is). Sometimes he finishes a piece and expects to see his face still there. Still beaming at him like he was the whole world (or maybe two).
But he’s gone, and there’s nothing left. Nothing but the ghost of him as they put on his old record player at night. Peter can still imagine him dancing. He laughs at the thought.
Eventually, there’s another Walter beaming at him from over the piano top. Peter pulls him on his lap and teaches him the scales. He remembers doing the same with his own father just like it was yesterday.
He marvels at how fast time has made him a father and not a son.
Jeff/Britta;
(YEARBOOK)
Jeff thinks yearbooks are dumb and Britta takes the whole thing maybe a little bit too seriously (although not as much as Annie who insists that everyone she knows must write in hers, and she in there’s).
But regardless, Jeff takes Britta’s book out of her hand without her even asking.
“I thought you were against the whole yearbook thing,” she says knowingly, a smug look on her face. He doesn’t tell her this but he sort of likes it when she’s domineering. It’s hot.
“I make special exceptions for friends.”
Who’s the righteous, self-sacrificing person now?
And yet, he’s not quite sure when everything became a competition between them.
So he spends thirty long minutes on her message.
All his words are genuine.
Abed/Troy;
(DICTIONARY)
Abed often likes to use the dictionary, not only because he feels like that’s some sort of quirky quality that TV show characters should have, but because he thinks the depth of his character is enhanced when people don’t understand him like when they look at him quizzically after he uses a word they just don’t know.
If life is a mystery, it follows that he should be a mystery too because he studies life, and gives it more meaning (he says this to Troy later, who after a befuddled expression, goes on to talk about the strange dream he had about eating his whole hand, and did Abed think that meant something because he’s starting to worry that he might just chew his whole hand off in his sleep one night if he is particularly hungry).
Abed doesn’t smile, but he feels the equivalent. See, he’d always surrounded himself with characters, but Troy….he’s a friend.
Peter/Olivia;
(HANDS)
His hands are strong and yet delicate all at the same time; she can’t believe she didn’t notice this before as he silently guided her, protected her, stabilized her over the past two years.
But now his hands are in her hair, on her neck, on her back, tracing soft circles all along her spine, and she’s dizzy with how much he makes her feel with just those simple acts.
His hands are weathered from hard work, and machinery, and all the tinkering he seems to be doing, but she likes the way they feel against her own.
(TEARS)
She thought she had cried enough tears in this year alone to last her a lifetime, but just when she was happy for the first time in what felt like eternity, she was ripped away once again.
To where, she wasn’t sure. She can’t even remember where she was before this. Before this dark corner, this dark cell. But she remembers him and the feel of his hand and the sound of his voice, and where was he now if he wasn’t with her?
A bell rings. Catapults her forward. She wakes with a start and he’s there before her with a smile on his face, and he says her name, and then as quickly as she has come, she is gone.
Back in her dark corner she cries.
(PUPPY)
“Mama, when are the pancakes going to be ready?” Charlie asks as he peeks at her over the counter with his puppy dog eyes.
“Just as soon as you wash up, baby,” she says softly. She laughs as Charlie sprints to the bathroom almost colliding with Peter as he walks into the kitchen.
Peter does a double take, laughing himself at his son’s ceaseless energy. “Oh to be that young again,” he says with a grin with just a touch of sarcasm in his tone, coming up to Olivia and pressing a kiss against her temple. He takes the spatula from her hand and begins flipping the pancakes as effortlessly as she had only seen one person do it before.
“You look just like your father when you do that,” she says with a grin.
“Please don’t tell him that.”
(PROPOSAL)
He doesn’t get down on one knee when he does it. He hadn’t even bought a ring. The fact was, he’d never imagined himself to be the guy who would get married at all in the first place. But things had changed for him, mostly for the worse, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he had left, despite his adamant claims that he would not be apart of that machine.
The night he proposes, he is watching her sleeping, unable to shut down his brain enough to allow him to drift off as well. And over and over, his thoughts come to this. It’s just like he said, people are lucky to have 40 years of memories and a life with the one they loved. And though he is making the most of their time together now, he suddenly feels like he should make it more permanant in some way. To make it clear that she is his, and he is hers, and nothing except for death would break them.
So when she stirs awake, and smiles softly at him, he whispers the words.
They are more than just yes.
(HANDCUFFS)
In this universe, he is more of a criminal and she is more of a cop. She’d been tracking him for the better part of three years in a string of con jobs that had easily made him millions and had swindled others out of millions more.
When she catches him, it comes as a shock to him. No one had ever been able to read him that easily, to know his tells and his secrets. To guess at what no one knew as fact.
She snaps the handcuffs on him and tightens them, but maybe not enough. There’s something in those blue eyes that she recognizes though she couldn’t tell you why or how.
“You’ll finally got me, sweetheart,” he says. And it’s a bit condescending and definitely cheeky, but he says it with a grin and a charm that she can’t help but appreciate even though it doesn’t register on her face.
“I always get my man,” she counters back.
He laughs at that.
(SNUGGLE)
She’s surprised by how much he actually likes to cuddle. Not that he doesn’t seem like the type who wouldn’t do it, but he often seeks it out. He’ll pull her close at night or wrap his arm protectively around her on the couch. She likes to think that he keeps her close now because he couldn’t before. Because they’d wasted so much time and now they could only have months when they should have had years to be together. But she knows that no matter how hard they hold on, there are just some forces that will always tear them apart. So the next night she holds tighter, and prays she never has to let go.
(WALL)
She’s not sure how she got here, but as he presses her against the wall, only a couple doors down from the lab, she can’t help but get wrapped up in the moment, in the feel of his warm body flush against hers. In him.
She laughs softly as he begins to kiss her neck. After a few weeks together, he knows exactly where her ticklish spot is, the one that sends a shiver down her whole body. She bucks against him.
“Walter could walk out any minute,” she whispers, smiling despite the worry.
Suddenly she feels his lips, his words, on her ear. Gentle, almost like a caress.
“I don’t care.”
(STRAWBERRIES)
He remembers vaguely one night that she told him strawberries are her favorite fruit, so on one afternoon when they both have the afternoon off, he makes her the perfect strawberry shortcake, and invites her over to share.
She sighs lightly as she takes the first bite, smiling softly in his direction. He grins with delight.
As she takes another bite, a small amount of whipped cream remains on the corner of her mouth and instead of telling her to wipe it off, he leans forward and kisses her slowly right where her lips meet.
“You had a bit of whipped cream,” he murmurs as he pulls back.
She beams and takes a dollop of cream from her bowl, smearing it on his nose.
“Two can play that game,” she says.
Lincoln/Alt!livia;
(QUARANTINE)
It’s just like all the ones before, standard protocol, the canisters set, until suddenly it isn’t. Olivia looks back and realizes Lincoln isn’t two steps behind (just like he always is). And it scares her. It scares her enough that she goes running back inside, despite Charlie’s calls for her to get out of there and that it was too late.
She finds him, blood pouring out of his head. A beam had fallen and knocked him nearly unconscious, and she never used to be this emotional or unwound, but she feels the tears behind her eyelids, and a small sense of relief that he is alive (although neither of them will be in that state for much longer if they don’t hurry).
She places his arm around her shoulder, hoisting him up as best as she can. He is almost completely dead weight, and he murmurs something, but she can barely understand him. “Come on, Lincoln,” she whispers. “You gotta help me out here.” He makes shaky steps forward.
They beat the quarantine by mere seconds and as Charlie helps her carry Lincoln to the medical team, she finally is able to understand him.
“You came back for me,” he says thickly. He’s wavering in and out of consciousness still and she is surprised he has a grasp of what is going on. And so she says it.
“There was no place else for me to be.”
(WINE)
He brings a bottle of wine over one night even though he knows she doesn’t drink it. So he’s surprised when she takes two glasses down from her cabinets instead of just one.
“Since when do you drink?” He asks. He guesses correctly from the silence that she means “over there”.
This is the night she kisses him for the first time, and he knows that technically she could blame it on the wine, on the fact that she rarely drank and certainly hadn’t since she’d had the baby a few months before. But neither of them had had very many glasses, and after her lips meet his, she lingers against his cheek and trails her fingers through his hair.
As they pull apart, their eyes meet, and his eyes ask what his mouth cannot.
And as she looks at him, in a way she has never looked at him before, he knows that is all he needs.
Jack/Kate;
(NEEDLE)
At times like this, she often wishes she had listened to her mother. See, her mother always used to mend her own clothes or make something simple of her own. She found the sewing relaxing, the gentle movement of needle pulling thread hypnotizing in some way. Kate had never had the patience for it; would stitch a few times and then leave the cloth abandoned. Run off to go be with her friends or to do something reckless. Now here she is years later, and she’s piecing together skin. And she wishes she had listened to her mother. In more ways than one.
(BEACH)
She doesn’t go to the beach anymore. Not because she can’t, but because she won’t. She won’t let herself dwell on the memories, on the nightmares, on the pain. Because if she remembers the bad stuff, inevitably she will remember the good. She’ll remember the fullness of his hand in hers, the steadiness of his eyes, the electricity between their bodies even when they hadn’t even touched. At times it’s as if she feels it still. And yet she won’t admit to it, not to anyone. She may have left that island, but she still feels like she is going crazy.
Ben/Leslie;
(MOON)
The first time they kiss is under the moonlight. It wasn’t intentional or planned. It wasn’t even after a date really. They’d gone to dinner under the pretenses of wanting to spend more time together. Because they were friends (although he desperately wanted it to be something more). But something had changed that night, and he wasn’t sure what, except there was this glint in her eye that wasn’t there before, and she was shy which definitely was a side he had never seen before. But there was something about her that just made him take the risk. You only live once right? He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to him gently, covering her mouth with his own. It was simple and sweet, and nothing like any of his other first kisses had been like. But it was perfect.
And when he opened his eyes, she was smiling.
(SKYPE)
When he leaves for his new job (it’s only temporary, but he and Leslie are just starting out), they decide to stay in touch via email and text. But after weeks (really it’s just days) of not seeing her face, not seeing her eyes light up in the middle of a laugh, not seeing her bright smile, he knows that this will never actually be enough (he knows now why people are so down on long-distance relationships). So he’s surprised when Leslie texts him asking him to log into his Skype. He does, and suddenly he’s getting a call and then her face is there, is on his screen.
“Oh my god! I made it work!” She yells excitedly. “Tom taught me how,” she says as an afterthought. Ben grins despite himself. He is just so happy to see her, even in this capacity.
“I miss you,” he blurts out. She blushes slightly before saying,
“I miss you too.”
Ron/Hermione;
(TEARS)
She tries to fight them back because she knows if she lets them fall, she’ll ruin her make-up and she can’t have that. Not on this day. She wants everything to be perfect.
But of course it isn’t, and how could it be, at this house, with this family. And yet she finds that she doesn’t care because in its own way it is perfect, and everything she has grown up to love.
And as she walks down the aisle, and watches as his ears turn red, his smile shy and yet wide, she knows he only has eyes for her. In that moment, she forgets about the make-up and lets the tears fall because it took so much for them to get to this moment, and despite all the sacrifice, she knows this is one of the happiest days of her life.
And when she reaches him, he brushes the tears from her eyes.
(LAUGH)
He makes her laugh. Not in a polite, I’m trying to be nice, kind of way or in a this is supposed to be funny so I should laugh kind of way, but in a I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face and my stomach aches to the point of actual pain kind of way.
She can tell that he likes having that effect on her. He smiles brightly as the laughter bubbles from her throat.
Eventually, the laughter is punctuated with kisses, short and soft or long and deep, and no matter how long they are together, she still gets that heady feeling right after.
She thinks it’s that aspect that she likes the best.
Matthew/Mary;
(BROKEN)
He guesses in some ways he should have seen this coming. He had finally gotten what he had wanted, but knew was simply out of his reach. And when it disappeared, like chalk washed away in rain, the fragile dream life he had been living vanished with it, leaving him drenched in a reality he no longer wanted to face, but knew he must.
And then half an hour later the war came, and something within him snapped, unraveled. He was broken. Because everything was different now, and he was no longer sure of who he was. He felt as if he was facing down the barrel of a gun already.
The only question was who would pull the trigger?
Kara/Lee;
(COFFEE)
It’s thousands of years later, but she still drinks her coffee black. The bitterness of it as it goes down her throat makes her wish that she had some alcohol to make the bitterness worth it, but it’s been a long day, and caffeine even after all this time could really do its wonders. She doesn’t look the same, doesn’t feel the same, but she is the same. Perpetually existing, occupying body after body, the cosmos’s sick joke of a guardian angel, she can’t help but wish for a release.
“My guess is you want something a little stronger for that coffee.”
His voice is not the same, and he is not the same, but his eyes, she would know them anywhere. And maybe he’s just a mirage or maybe some manifestation or wish of her own, but as he pours some whiskey from his flask into her mug, she smiles, and she almost tears up as he smiles softly back.
Peter/Walter;
(MUSIC/PIANO)
When they move into their own house years later, the first thing they buy is a piano. For the past decade or so, he had rarely played, unless of course Walter had asked him to. It was something of an obligation that he felt for his father. But after Walter passed away, the music longed to be pulled from his fingertips.
Jazz was his specialty; the random notes, the starts and stops, erratic and unpredictable, just like he once was (but no longer is). Sometimes he finishes a piece and expects to see his face still there. Still beaming at him like he was the whole world (or maybe two).
But he’s gone, and there’s nothing left. Nothing but the ghost of him as they put on his old record player at night. Peter can still imagine him dancing. He laughs at the thought.
Eventually, there’s another Walter beaming at him from over the piano top. Peter pulls him on his lap and teaches him the scales. He remembers doing the same with his own father just like it was yesterday.
He marvels at how fast time has made him a father and not a son.
Jeff/Britta;
(YEARBOOK)
Jeff thinks yearbooks are dumb and Britta takes the whole thing maybe a little bit too seriously (although not as much as Annie who insists that everyone she knows must write in hers, and she in there’s).
But regardless, Jeff takes Britta’s book out of her hand without her even asking.
“I thought you were against the whole yearbook thing,” she says knowingly, a smug look on her face. He doesn’t tell her this but he sort of likes it when she’s domineering. It’s hot.
“I make special exceptions for friends.”
Who’s the righteous, self-sacrificing person now?
And yet, he’s not quite sure when everything became a competition between them.
So he spends thirty long minutes on her message.
All his words are genuine.
Abed/Troy;
(DICTIONARY)
Abed often likes to use the dictionary, not only because he feels like that’s some sort of quirky quality that TV show characters should have, but because he thinks the depth of his character is enhanced when people don’t understand him like when they look at him quizzically after he uses a word they just don’t know.
If life is a mystery, it follows that he should be a mystery too because he studies life, and gives it more meaning (he says this to Troy later, who after a befuddled expression, goes on to talk about the strange dream he had about eating his whole hand, and did Abed think that meant something because he’s starting to worry that he might just chew his whole hand off in his sleep one night if he is particularly hungry).
Abed doesn’t smile, but he feels the equivalent. See, he’d always surrounded himself with characters, but Troy….he’s a friend.
Peter/Olivia;
(HANDS)
His hands are strong and yet delicate all at the same time; she can’t believe she didn’t notice this before as he silently guided her, protected her, stabilized her over the past two years.
But now his hands are in her hair, on her neck, on her back, tracing soft circles all along her spine, and she’s dizzy with how much he makes her feel with just those simple acts.
His hands are weathered from hard work, and machinery, and all the tinkering he seems to be doing, but she likes the way they feel against her own.
(TEARS)
She thought she had cried enough tears in this year alone to last her a lifetime, but just when she was happy for the first time in what felt like eternity, she was ripped away once again.
To where, she wasn’t sure. She can’t even remember where she was before this. Before this dark corner, this dark cell. But she remembers him and the feel of his hand and the sound of his voice, and where was he now if he wasn’t with her?
A bell rings. Catapults her forward. She wakes with a start and he’s there before her with a smile on his face, and he says her name, and then as quickly as she has come, she is gone.
Back in her dark corner she cries.
(PUPPY)
“Mama, when are the pancakes going to be ready?” Charlie asks as he peeks at her over the counter with his puppy dog eyes.
“Just as soon as you wash up, baby,” she says softly. She laughs as Charlie sprints to the bathroom almost colliding with Peter as he walks into the kitchen.
Peter does a double take, laughing himself at his son’s ceaseless energy. “Oh to be that young again,” he says with a grin with just a touch of sarcasm in his tone, coming up to Olivia and pressing a kiss against her temple. He takes the spatula from her hand and begins flipping the pancakes as effortlessly as she had only seen one person do it before.
“You look just like your father when you do that,” she says with a grin.
“Please don’t tell him that.”
(PROPOSAL)
He doesn’t get down on one knee when he does it. He hadn’t even bought a ring. The fact was, he’d never imagined himself to be the guy who would get married at all in the first place. But things had changed for him, mostly for the worse, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he had left, despite his adamant claims that he would not be apart of that machine.
The night he proposes, he is watching her sleeping, unable to shut down his brain enough to allow him to drift off as well. And over and over, his thoughts come to this. It’s just like he said, people are lucky to have 40 years of memories and a life with the one they loved. And though he is making the most of their time together now, he suddenly feels like he should make it more permanant in some way. To make it clear that she is his, and he is hers, and nothing except for death would break them.
So when she stirs awake, and smiles softly at him, he whispers the words.
They are more than just yes.
(HANDCUFFS)
In this universe, he is more of a criminal and she is more of a cop. She’d been tracking him for the better part of three years in a string of con jobs that had easily made him millions and had swindled others out of millions more.
When she catches him, it comes as a shock to him. No one had ever been able to read him that easily, to know his tells and his secrets. To guess at what no one knew as fact.
She snaps the handcuffs on him and tightens them, but maybe not enough. There’s something in those blue eyes that she recognizes though she couldn’t tell you why or how.
“You’ll finally got me, sweetheart,” he says. And it’s a bit condescending and definitely cheeky, but he says it with a grin and a charm that she can’t help but appreciate even though it doesn’t register on her face.
“I always get my man,” she counters back.
He laughs at that.
(SNUGGLE)
She’s surprised by how much he actually likes to cuddle. Not that he doesn’t seem like the type who wouldn’t do it, but he often seeks it out. He’ll pull her close at night or wrap his arm protectively around her on the couch. She likes to think that he keeps her close now because he couldn’t before. Because they’d wasted so much time and now they could only have months when they should have had years to be together. But she knows that no matter how hard they hold on, there are just some forces that will always tear them apart. So the next night she holds tighter, and prays she never has to let go.
(WALL)
She’s not sure how she got here, but as he presses her against the wall, only a couple doors down from the lab, she can’t help but get wrapped up in the moment, in the feel of his warm body flush against hers. In him.
She laughs softly as he begins to kiss her neck. After a few weeks together, he knows exactly where her ticklish spot is, the one that sends a shiver down her whole body. She bucks against him.
“Walter could walk out any minute,” she whispers, smiling despite the worry.
Suddenly she feels his lips, his words, on her ear. Gentle, almost like a caress.
“I don’t care.”
(STRAWBERRIES)
He remembers vaguely one night that she told him strawberries are her favorite fruit, so on one afternoon when they both have the afternoon off, he makes her the perfect strawberry shortcake, and invites her over to share.
She sighs lightly as she takes the first bite, smiling softly in his direction. He grins with delight.
As she takes another bite, a small amount of whipped cream remains on the corner of her mouth and instead of telling her to wipe it off, he leans forward and kisses her slowly right where her lips meet.
“You had a bit of whipped cream,” he murmurs as he pulls back.
She beams and takes a dollop of cream from her bowl, smearing it on his nose.
“Two can play that game,” she says.
Lincoln/Alt!livia;
(QUARANTINE)
It’s just like all the ones before, standard protocol, the canisters set, until suddenly it isn’t. Olivia looks back and realizes Lincoln isn’t two steps behind (just like he always is). And it scares her. It scares her enough that she goes running back inside, despite Charlie’s calls for her to get out of there and that it was too late.
She finds him, blood pouring out of his head. A beam had fallen and knocked him nearly unconscious, and she never used to be this emotional or unwound, but she feels the tears behind her eyelids, and a small sense of relief that he is alive (although neither of them will be in that state for much longer if they don’t hurry).
She places his arm around her shoulder, hoisting him up as best as she can. He is almost completely dead weight, and he murmurs something, but she can barely understand him. “Come on, Lincoln,” she whispers. “You gotta help me out here.” He makes shaky steps forward.
They beat the quarantine by mere seconds and as Charlie helps her carry Lincoln to the medical team, she finally is able to understand him.
“You came back for me,” he says thickly. He’s wavering in and out of consciousness still and she is surprised he has a grasp of what is going on. And so she says it.
“There was no place else for me to be.”
(WINE)
He brings a bottle of wine over one night even though he knows she doesn’t drink it. So he’s surprised when she takes two glasses down from her cabinets instead of just one.
“Since when do you drink?” He asks. He guesses correctly from the silence that she means “over there”.
This is the night she kisses him for the first time, and he knows that technically she could blame it on the wine, on the fact that she rarely drank and certainly hadn’t since she’d had the baby a few months before. But neither of them had had very many glasses, and after her lips meet his, she lingers against his cheek and trails her fingers through his hair.
As they pull apart, their eyes meet, and his eyes ask what his mouth cannot.
And as she looks at him, in a way she has never looked at him before, he knows that is all he needs.
Jack/Kate;
(NEEDLE)
At times like this, she often wishes she had listened to her mother. See, her mother always used to mend her own clothes or make something simple of her own. She found the sewing relaxing, the gentle movement of needle pulling thread hypnotizing in some way. Kate had never had the patience for it; would stitch a few times and then leave the cloth abandoned. Run off to go be with her friends or to do something reckless. Now here she is years later, and she’s piecing together skin. And she wishes she had listened to her mother. In more ways than one.
(BEACH)
She doesn’t go to the beach anymore. Not because she can’t, but because she won’t. She won’t let herself dwell on the memories, on the nightmares, on the pain. Because if she remembers the bad stuff, inevitably she will remember the good. She’ll remember the fullness of his hand in hers, the steadiness of his eyes, the electricity between their bodies even when they hadn’t even touched. At times it’s as if she feels it still. And yet she won’t admit to it, not to anyone. She may have left that island, but she still feels like she is going crazy.
Ben/Leslie;
(MOON)
The first time they kiss is under the moonlight. It wasn’t intentional or planned. It wasn’t even after a date really. They’d gone to dinner under the pretenses of wanting to spend more time together. Because they were friends (although he desperately wanted it to be something more). But something had changed that night, and he wasn’t sure what, except there was this glint in her eye that wasn’t there before, and she was shy which definitely was a side he had never seen before. But there was something about her that just made him take the risk. You only live once right? He grabbed her by the hand and pulled her to him gently, covering her mouth with his own. It was simple and sweet, and nothing like any of his other first kisses had been like. But it was perfect.
And when he opened his eyes, she was smiling.
(SKYPE)
When he leaves for his new job (it’s only temporary, but he and Leslie are just starting out), they decide to stay in touch via email and text. But after weeks (really it’s just days) of not seeing her face, not seeing her eyes light up in the middle of a laugh, not seeing her bright smile, he knows that this will never actually be enough (he knows now why people are so down on long-distance relationships). So he’s surprised when Leslie texts him asking him to log into his Skype. He does, and suddenly he’s getting a call and then her face is there, is on his screen.
“Oh my god! I made it work!” She yells excitedly. “Tom taught me how,” she says as an afterthought. Ben grins despite himself. He is just so happy to see her, even in this capacity.
“I miss you,” he blurts out. She blushes slightly before saying,
“I miss you too.”
Ron/Hermione;
(TEARS)
She tries to fight them back because she knows if she lets them fall, she’ll ruin her make-up and she can’t have that. Not on this day. She wants everything to be perfect.
But of course it isn’t, and how could it be, at this house, with this family. And yet she finds that she doesn’t care because in its own way it is perfect, and everything she has grown up to love.
And as she walks down the aisle, and watches as his ears turn red, his smile shy and yet wide, she knows he only has eyes for her. In that moment, she forgets about the make-up and lets the tears fall because it took so much for them to get to this moment, and despite all the sacrifice, she knows this is one of the happiest days of her life.
And when she reaches him, he brushes the tears from her eyes.
(LAUGH)
He makes her laugh. Not in a polite, I’m trying to be nice, kind of way or in a this is supposed to be funny so I should laugh kind of way, but in a I can’t stop the tears from streaming down my face and my stomach aches to the point of actual pain kind of way.
She can tell that he likes having that effect on her. He smiles brightly as the laughter bubbles from her throat.
Eventually, the laughter is punctuated with kisses, short and soft or long and deep, and no matter how long they are together, she still gets that heady feeling right after.
She thinks it’s that aspect that she likes the best.
Matthew/Mary;
(BROKEN)
He guesses in some ways he should have seen this coming. He had finally gotten what he had wanted, but knew was simply out of his reach. And when it disappeared, like chalk washed away in rain, the fragile dream life he had been living vanished with it, leaving him drenched in a reality he no longer wanted to face, but knew he must.
And then half an hour later the war came, and something within him snapped, unraveled. He was broken. Because everything was different now, and he was no longer sure of who he was. He felt as if he was facing down the barrel of a gun already.
The only question was who would pull the trigger?
Kara/Lee;
(COFFEE)
It’s thousands of years later, but she still drinks her coffee black. The bitterness of it as it goes down her throat makes her wish that she had some alcohol to make the bitterness worth it, but it’s been a long day, and caffeine even after all this time could really do its wonders. She doesn’t look the same, doesn’t feel the same, but she is the same. Perpetually existing, occupying body after body, the cosmos’s sick joke of a guardian angel, she can’t help but wish for a release.
“My guess is you want something a little stronger for that coffee.”
His voice is not the same, and he is not the same, but his eyes, she would know them anywhere. And maybe he’s just a mirage or maybe some manifestation or wish of her own, but as he pours some whiskey from his flask into her mug, she smiles, and she almost tears up as he smiles softly back.