As Much As You Breathe-ElvisEdwardAudrey
Title: As much as you breathe
Fandom: Daybreakers
Characters/Pairings: Elvis/Edward/Audrey pre-lationship
Prompt: Dat Movie
Word Count: 721
Genre: FFFFFF I HAVE NO IDEA
Rating: PG
Summary: High on life, in a more literal sense then you might realize
Warnings: Threesome? Kind of? Yeah, this is ridiculously vanilla I don’t even
Author's Notes: It’s canon. :| Also, this is so unbeta'd it's not even funny
Edward thinks two things as he hits the ground. The first runs somewhere along the lines of, ‘Fuck! It hurts!’ And it isn’t because of the burns. It’s because his heart is suddenly trying to do something it hasn’t in far too long. His lungs drag air into him, despite the protest of the atrophied muscles of his chest, and the blood in his veins chases away the cold every time his heart shudders through another unlikely beat.
The second is that he is very very glad Elvis is there with him. And the moment he thinks that, the shaking, mind bending pain isn’t quite as bad. He reaches out for him, grabs him. There’s such a resounding heat flashing in the space between them, Edward loses the breath he has only just caught.
He laughs.
And he is alive.
~*~
He stumbles out of the tank and Audrey comes to his side to hold him up. She looks panicked and pleased at the same time. Maybe more then pleased. But then there’s another knock at the door and the panic takes over the other thing.
Her hand curls around his arm for support, and Elvis isn’t far behind. He can’t help but notice their fingers brush against each other as she adjusts her grip slightly. He thinks from the way they pause, just for a moment, that they notice too. He can imagine Elvis’ knowing glance and the determined quirk of Audrey’s lips when they look at each other.
Suddenly he knows that he would do anything for these two.
~*~
It seems like it’s a long time before the soldiers give up. They sit in silence except for the water sloshing against them. He feels like he’s floating even with his feet planted. He feels boiling hot even though the water is ice cold. He feels very strange indeed, heart thudding thudding thudding.
The light filters down over Elvis’ face, playing in the red of his hair and beard, and catching in the scars around his throat. Like a necklace, he thinks, and almost laughs again.
More elusive then that, Audrey slides a little further back in the shadow. He counts his blessings that he can still see how determined her eyes are as they catch a little of Elvis’ glow.
They make it so difficult to sit still when they seem to fit so well like this. It makes him impossibly happy when he finally hears the boots stomping away and watches the tension drain from both of their shoulders.
And he feels so damn good now that the pain has faded and he’s just as warm as them. He doesn’t really think when he turns and kisses Audrey like he’s wanted since he first saw her all that time ago. Or yesterday. He’s not sure. Time is so fluid, and every night looks the same, and when he realizes that, he adds another thing to the list of reasons he’s wanted to be human again since he was turned.
Then he parts from the kiss and Audrey’s smiling and he can feel Elvis a little closer then he was. Close enough to wrap his arms around him and mutter, ‘thank you’ into the white fabric. Elvis makes a strange, surprised noise, trying to push him off gently, until Audrey adds herself to the hug.
Normally, he might think it’s ridiculous that he’s thanking a man for opening a window and nearly burning him to death, that he’s just spontaneously kissed a beautiful woman who didn’t slap him for it, and that he wants nothing more then to stay there for a few moments longer. But he can’t quite bring himself to care.
He’s glad neither of them seem to mind either.
~*~
Elvis pushes himself out of the tank, declares it safe, and says he has to go get them a ride up to the Senator’s cabin. There’s a sort of vague smile on his face as he disappears out the door, and both Audrey and Edward can hear him singing even after he rounds the corner.
They exchange looks and they laugh until their stomachs hurt.
Eventually, Edward will go to greet the sun and face the next problem. Until then, he is satisfied with just being happy for the first time since he was turned.
Fandom: Daybreakers
Characters/Pairings: Elvis/Edward/Audrey pre-lationship
Prompt: Dat Movie
Word Count: 721
Genre: FFFFFF I HAVE NO IDEA
Rating: PG
Summary: High on life, in a more literal sense then you might realize
Warnings: Threesome? Kind of? Yeah, this is ridiculously vanilla I don’t even
Author's Notes: It’s canon. :| Also, this is so unbeta'd it's not even funny
Edward thinks two things as he hits the ground. The first runs somewhere along the lines of, ‘Fuck! It hurts!’ And it isn’t because of the burns. It’s because his heart is suddenly trying to do something it hasn’t in far too long. His lungs drag air into him, despite the protest of the atrophied muscles of his chest, and the blood in his veins chases away the cold every time his heart shudders through another unlikely beat.
The second is that he is very very glad Elvis is there with him. And the moment he thinks that, the shaking, mind bending pain isn’t quite as bad. He reaches out for him, grabs him. There’s such a resounding heat flashing in the space between them, Edward loses the breath he has only just caught.
He laughs.
And he is alive.
~*~
He stumbles out of the tank and Audrey comes to his side to hold him up. She looks panicked and pleased at the same time. Maybe more then pleased. But then there’s another knock at the door and the panic takes over the other thing.
Her hand curls around his arm for support, and Elvis isn’t far behind. He can’t help but notice their fingers brush against each other as she adjusts her grip slightly. He thinks from the way they pause, just for a moment, that they notice too. He can imagine Elvis’ knowing glance and the determined quirk of Audrey’s lips when they look at each other.
Suddenly he knows that he would do anything for these two.
~*~
It seems like it’s a long time before the soldiers give up. They sit in silence except for the water sloshing against them. He feels like he’s floating even with his feet planted. He feels boiling hot even though the water is ice cold. He feels very strange indeed, heart thudding thudding thudding.
The light filters down over Elvis’ face, playing in the red of his hair and beard, and catching in the scars around his throat. Like a necklace, he thinks, and almost laughs again.
More elusive then that, Audrey slides a little further back in the shadow. He counts his blessings that he can still see how determined her eyes are as they catch a little of Elvis’ glow.
They make it so difficult to sit still when they seem to fit so well like this. It makes him impossibly happy when he finally hears the boots stomping away and watches the tension drain from both of their shoulders.
And he feels so damn good now that the pain has faded and he’s just as warm as them. He doesn’t really think when he turns and kisses Audrey like he’s wanted since he first saw her all that time ago. Or yesterday. He’s not sure. Time is so fluid, and every night looks the same, and when he realizes that, he adds another thing to the list of reasons he’s wanted to be human again since he was turned.
Then he parts from the kiss and Audrey’s smiling and he can feel Elvis a little closer then he was. Close enough to wrap his arms around him and mutter, ‘thank you’ into the white fabric. Elvis makes a strange, surprised noise, trying to push him off gently, until Audrey adds herself to the hug.
Normally, he might think it’s ridiculous that he’s thanking a man for opening a window and nearly burning him to death, that he’s just spontaneously kissed a beautiful woman who didn’t slap him for it, and that he wants nothing more then to stay there for a few moments longer. But he can’t quite bring himself to care.
He’s glad neither of them seem to mind either.
~*~
Elvis pushes himself out of the tank, declares it safe, and says he has to go get them a ride up to the Senator’s cabin. There’s a sort of vague smile on his face as he disappears out the door, and both Audrey and Edward can hear him singing even after he rounds the corner.
They exchange looks and they laugh until their stomachs hurt.
Eventually, Edward will go to greet the sun and face the next problem. Until then, he is satisfied with just being happy for the first time since he was turned.