This life is filled with hurt [When happiness doesn't work]
Evil!Sam storyline that hasn't actually happened yet set in Kids Are Alright Verse. And thanks to Claire mun for all the help and bits to this piece that she added
[Alfred: I love you.
Sarah: You mean it today.
Alfred: Of course.
Sarah: It just makes it so much harder when you don't.
- The Prestige]
She’s not supposed to be down here and he really shouldn’t be out of chains. Dean’s out of the house or he wouldn’t be loose. Claire is curled up next to him, reading out loud to him from Wuthering Heights and he’s content to be her back rest. He stretches the arm that’s not around her and pops his wrist then returns to the previously all encompassing pastime of watching her.
“I love you,” he whispers, bowing his head so that his breath hits the curve of her neck.
She puts her hand over that spot on her neck-either to keep it close or to ward it off, he’s never sure which-and looks up at him. “You mean it today.”
“I mean it every day, Claire, you just don’t always believe me,” he tells her. The look on his face broadcasts all the betrayal he feels at her words.
Claire shakes her head, ponytail bobbing and looks back to the book, taking a moment to gather her composure and find her place in the book. She folds her bottom lip between her teeth a moment, takes a deep breath.
“You teach me how cruel you’ve been-cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they’ll blight you-they’ll damn you. You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart-you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
Sam won’t look at her and she can’t look at him because on the good days he tells her he loves her. On the bad days, he tells her that’s what guys say when they want sex.
[Alfred: I love you.
Sarah: You mean it today.
Alfred: Of course.
Sarah: It just makes it so much harder when you don't.
- The Prestige]
She’s not supposed to be down here and he really shouldn’t be out of chains. Dean’s out of the house or he wouldn’t be loose. Claire is curled up next to him, reading out loud to him from Wuthering Heights and he’s content to be her back rest. He stretches the arm that’s not around her and pops his wrist then returns to the previously all encompassing pastime of watching her.
“I love you,” he whispers, bowing his head so that his breath hits the curve of her neck.
She puts her hand over that spot on her neck-either to keep it close or to ward it off, he’s never sure which-and looks up at him. “You mean it today.”
“I mean it every day, Claire, you just don’t always believe me,” he tells her. The look on his face broadcasts all the betrayal he feels at her words.
Claire shakes her head, ponytail bobbing and looks back to the book, taking a moment to gather her composure and find her place in the book. She folds her bottom lip between her teeth a moment, takes a deep breath.
“You teach me how cruel you’ve been-cruel and false. Why do you despise me? Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy? I have not one word of comfort. You deserve this. You have killed yourself. Yes, you may kiss me, and cry, and wring out my kisses and tears; they’ll blight you-they’ll damn you. You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery, and degradation and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart-you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.”
Sam won’t look at her and she can’t look at him because on the good days he tells her he loves her. On the bad days, he tells her that’s what guys say when they want sex.