Sanctuary Drabble - Flinch
Character/Pairing: Helen/John
Summary: She promised herself she wouldn’t…
Warnings: None that I can think of. Series is not mine, though how I wish it were.
She had to be fearless, for Ashley. All her daughter knew was that a ghoul had intruded into their home, nothing that hadn’t happened before. She didn’t know who he was, how dangerous he was, or why he was there. In truth, it made him more dangerous, it meant he had truly been engulfed by his madness, and he wanted her blood either way, heedless to the consequences to their daughter.
“I knew him well…” he had returned. And despite the hope he had simply taken Ashley for a joy-ride, she was no longer with him. “Something about the worst of the worst…” she turned to head for the SHU, to find her daughter, before his words cut her off. “I’ll just get there first.” Though rational in themselves, they were anything but when in context.
For the first time since they arrived they were directly facing each other for more than a few seconds. Able to make eye contact. She was able to see that the man she had known a century ago was long gone. Still as he approached her she couldn’t help but remember his laughing face, his kind hands. His voice, raised by his madness, words dissolved into half-constructed insults and demands belonging to a Shakespearian play he encroached further.
Looking into his eyes once again, seeing his every intent, she did the one thing she had promised herself she would not do.
She flinched.
Summary: She promised herself she wouldn’t…
Warnings: None that I can think of. Series is not mine, though how I wish it were.
She had to be fearless, for Ashley. All her daughter knew was that a ghoul had intruded into their home, nothing that hadn’t happened before. She didn’t know who he was, how dangerous he was, or why he was there. In truth, it made him more dangerous, it meant he had truly been engulfed by his madness, and he wanted her blood either way, heedless to the consequences to their daughter.
“I knew him well…” he had returned. And despite the hope he had simply taken Ashley for a joy-ride, she was no longer with him. “Something about the worst of the worst…” she turned to head for the SHU, to find her daughter, before his words cut her off. “I’ll just get there first.” Though rational in themselves, they were anything but when in context.
For the first time since they arrived they were directly facing each other for more than a few seconds. Able to make eye contact. She was able to see that the man she had known a century ago was long gone. Still as he approached her she couldn’t help but remember his laughing face, his kind hands. His voice, raised by his madness, words dissolved into half-constructed insults and demands belonging to a Shakespearian play he encroached further.
Looking into his eyes once again, seeing his every intent, she did the one thing she had promised herself she would not do.
She flinched.