Good Day
Title: Good Day
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: T
Setting: Season Ten (or possibly after)
Summary/Prompt: Mr. Scattybones: I Left My Neck in San Francisco (angst)
Word Count: 252
He told her. Didn’t he tell her? It’s just like he told her, behind the Bronze, pool cue twirling and money, pity money, raining down on him because he was beneath her.
Course he was.
Course he bleeding was.
Everyone was beneath her.
Thought they weren’t? Just meant they didn’t know her right. Didn’t know her proper, not the way he did. Didn’t see her like she was, like he did, bright and smart and glowing and gorgeous and braver and more powerful than anyone else could ever be.
It goes like he said it would. One of them, one of his kind. Just gotta get distracted, gotta lose focus. Gotta stop wanting the ties for a second, just a second because that’s all it takes, doesn’t matter how much she’d want to stay in two minutes, doesn’t matter what a great time they were having ten hours ago, just matters what she feels, in the moment, in that moment, because then she’s gone.
Fangs, throat, blood.
Gone.
Just one of his kind to slip in.
It’s like he told her, though he didn’t tell her about bat wings and sturdier chests but he would have if he’d known.
Still, that’s all it takes. One moment of wondering, maybe, if it was worth it. Or maybe she thought it was too much. Or maybe she was just tired.
At least he knows she wasn’t just wondering. She already knew.
At least he knows she’ll be okay, even if it’s far from him.
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: T
Setting: Season Ten (or possibly after)
Summary/Prompt: Mr. Scattybones: I Left My Neck in San Francisco (angst)
Word Count: 252
He told her. Didn’t he tell her? It’s just like he told her, behind the Bronze, pool cue twirling and money, pity money, raining down on him because he was beneath her.
Course he was.
Course he bleeding was.
Everyone was beneath her.
Thought they weren’t? Just meant they didn’t know her right. Didn’t know her proper, not the way he did. Didn’t see her like she was, like he did, bright and smart and glowing and gorgeous and braver and more powerful than anyone else could ever be.
It goes like he said it would. One of them, one of his kind. Just gotta get distracted, gotta lose focus. Gotta stop wanting the ties for a second, just a second because that’s all it takes, doesn’t matter how much she’d want to stay in two minutes, doesn’t matter what a great time they were having ten hours ago, just matters what she feels, in the moment, in that moment, because then she’s gone.
Fangs, throat, blood.
Gone.
Just one of his kind to slip in.
It’s like he told her, though he didn’t tell her about bat wings and sturdier chests but he would have if he’d known.
Still, that’s all it takes. One moment of wondering, maybe, if it was worth it. Or maybe she thought it was too much. Or maybe she was just tired.
At least he knows she wasn’t just wondering. She already knew.
At least he knows she’ll be okay, even if it’s far from him.