Fic: Walking through golden ages
Title: Walking through golden ages
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Peter/Claire
Word Count: 343.
A/N: Written for the "Speed" challenge at
pairechallenge.
Summary: Peter is tired of passing through lives and not living them.
The first years are the ones Peter remembers the most, maybe because they were the ones that counted the most. It was in those moments that he loved enough to remember: The laughter of his nephews, the tender look in his brother’s eye, the breeze in Claire’s curls. He can see them perfectly in his mind, the people and the places that made him happy, the memories inked deep in his immortal soul is the only baggage that stays.
Centuries crossed his face without a blink of his eye, more people, less places, the rise and falls of nations and powers, one Armageddon and then another, nothing slows down. He watches mostly, the wars between the normal people and the evolved ones like him, almost everyone disappears, and then starts again.
It all becomes a blur after a couple of millenniums, there’s always pain somewhere and he’s too tired or bored to care. Nothing seems to stay, he can’t distinguish faces or moments, he can’t find silence anywhere.
He walks alone never concerned about the destination, he just used to never stopping, not staying enough to pay attention, until now. Peter have seen that same corner in 37 different forms, rebuilt in different styles and materials, what takes his breath away is the petite girl staring back at him.
Time slows down, he can count every single step from where he’s standing to where Claire is because he knows that every one of them matters.
They meet in the middle, he cradles her body as close as he can, fearing she’ll dissolve into thin air; they let out the sigh they have been holding for too long.
A hint of a smile appears in her teary eyed face when she combs his bangs out of his face, the familiar touch sends shivers to his spine. Their lips collide and there’s nobody in the world but them buried in an embrace.
Finally Peter does what’s meant to do, he takes her hand and leads the way.
And that’s how it begins, the golden ages.
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Peter/Claire
Word Count: 343.
A/N: Written for the "Speed" challenge at
pairechallenge.
Summary: Peter is tired of passing through lives and not living them.
The first years are the ones Peter remembers the most, maybe because they were the ones that counted the most. It was in those moments that he loved enough to remember: The laughter of his nephews, the tender look in his brother’s eye, the breeze in Claire’s curls. He can see them perfectly in his mind, the people and the places that made him happy, the memories inked deep in his immortal soul is the only baggage that stays.
Centuries crossed his face without a blink of his eye, more people, less places, the rise and falls of nations and powers, one Armageddon and then another, nothing slows down. He watches mostly, the wars between the normal people and the evolved ones like him, almost everyone disappears, and then starts again.
It all becomes a blur after a couple of millenniums, there’s always pain somewhere and he’s too tired or bored to care. Nothing seems to stay, he can’t distinguish faces or moments, he can’t find silence anywhere.
He walks alone never concerned about the destination, he just used to never stopping, not staying enough to pay attention, until now. Peter have seen that same corner in 37 different forms, rebuilt in different styles and materials, what takes his breath away is the petite girl staring back at him.
Time slows down, he can count every single step from where he’s standing to where Claire is because he knows that every one of them matters.
They meet in the middle, he cradles her body as close as he can, fearing she’ll dissolve into thin air; they let out the sigh they have been holding for too long.
A hint of a smile appears in her teary eyed face when she combs his bangs out of his face, the familiar touch sends shivers to his spine. Their lips collide and there’s nobody in the world but them buried in an embrace.
Finally Peter does what’s meant to do, he takes her hand and leads the way.
And that’s how it begins, the golden ages.