Next Time, Elliot/Olivia, spoilers for tomorrow's episode.
Just a quick little ditty I came up with last night. The episode airs in Canada this evening! Tentatively excited!
It's not my best, it's not my worst, I just had to write something about the damned scene, you know? Nods to comments that the doucheness that is Neal Baer has made, so there's that... too.
You Can Always Get It Right Next Time, PG
Elliot/Olivia
450 words
SPOILERS FOR TOMORROW NIGHT'S EPISODE
Thank you, Dennis and Morgan.
Me: I can’t write this, Ke$ha keeps coming on iTunes.
Morgan: HOT
Just write how Liv says, “Your love is my drug.”
To El.
*end scene*
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It’s because she hasn’t unleashed like this on him before, it’s because she’s never dug her fingernails in quite so deep. It’s because she’s crazy and scared and there’s nothing to buoy her but him, as though there was ever anything else.
As though there were ever anything else.
Fingertips grasping the rough fabric of his coat, pulling and bunching, but clutching fiercely and she sniffles; there is air that Olivia sucks into greedy lungs and she feels like she’s plummeting. She can feel it in him, too, the fluttering, tumbling topple over the edge.
Into a void, into nothing.
Something so terrifying that it grips at their chests and squeezes until there’s nothing but swirling black and white on peripheral vision, something so keenly unreal that one or the other may just fall, unconscious into the abyss.
It has never been like this, even when they were without one another, it was never quite to terrifying or sad, desperate or inhumane. They’ve never felt so keenly like they were on the razor’s edge of humanity.
A hiccup, a rolling wave of despair fights its way from her lungs to her throat and if she weren’t so positively aware of the eyes that are on them she might scream. Olivia has never so keenly needed, never needed to pour so much out of herself. Into someone else.
Elliot’s hands begin at her sides, squeezing and unsure, like children do when hugs become too complicated. They then find their grip around her back and hold, harder than they should. But there are hot tears stinging the sides of her eyes and no amount of blinking finds them purchase on her lashes. They cling to her lower lids and slip down her cheeks.
Olivia is-
Unprofessional.
This soft.
Embarrassed that she’s become this distraught.
But he too gulps down quick swallows of air and forces them out through his nose. He bites his lip and rocks her slightly this way and that, because she is the only person that can understand, she’s the only one that can identify.
She’s the only one that’s been there over the years, and he’s the only one that’s managed to put up with her, stick around and two friends sharing a desperate hug shouldn’t mean so much.
He pulls back with a quick intake of breath and she rips herself away with a sob.
It’s too much.
There will be ramifications.
It's not my best, it's not my worst, I just had to write something about the damned scene, you know? Nods to comments that the doucheness that is Neal Baer has made, so there's that... too.
You Can Always Get It Right Next Time, PG
Elliot/Olivia
450 words
SPOILERS FOR TOMORROW NIGHT'S EPISODE
Thank you, Dennis and Morgan.
Me: I can’t write this, Ke$ha keeps coming on iTunes.
Morgan: HOT
Just write how Liv says, “Your love is my drug.”
To El.
*end scene*
-------
It’s because she hasn’t unleashed like this on him before, it’s because she’s never dug her fingernails in quite so deep. It’s because she’s crazy and scared and there’s nothing to buoy her but him, as though there was ever anything else.
As though there were ever anything else.
Fingertips grasping the rough fabric of his coat, pulling and bunching, but clutching fiercely and she sniffles; there is air that Olivia sucks into greedy lungs and she feels like she’s plummeting. She can feel it in him, too, the fluttering, tumbling topple over the edge.
Into a void, into nothing.
Something so terrifying that it grips at their chests and squeezes until there’s nothing but swirling black and white on peripheral vision, something so keenly unreal that one or the other may just fall, unconscious into the abyss.
It has never been like this, even when they were without one another, it was never quite to terrifying or sad, desperate or inhumane. They’ve never felt so keenly like they were on the razor’s edge of humanity.
A hiccup, a rolling wave of despair fights its way from her lungs to her throat and if she weren’t so positively aware of the eyes that are on them she might scream. Olivia has never so keenly needed, never needed to pour so much out of herself. Into someone else.
Elliot’s hands begin at her sides, squeezing and unsure, like children do when hugs become too complicated. They then find their grip around her back and hold, harder than they should. But there are hot tears stinging the sides of her eyes and no amount of blinking finds them purchase on her lashes. They cling to her lower lids and slip down her cheeks.
Olivia is-
Unprofessional.
This soft.
Embarrassed that she’s become this distraught.
But he too gulps down quick swallows of air and forces them out through his nose. He bites his lip and rocks her slightly this way and that, because she is the only person that can understand, she’s the only one that can identify.
She’s the only one that’s been there over the years, and he’s the only one that’s managed to put up with her, stick around and two friends sharing a desperate hug shouldn’t mean so much.
He pulls back with a quick intake of breath and she rips herself away with a sob.
It’s too much.
There will be ramifications.