Dollhouse - In the Arms of an Angel
Title: In the Arms of an Angel
Characters: Adelle DeWitt/Topher Brink
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 853
Summary: A moment of reasonable peace of mind for both Topher and Adelle.
She’d been having a very good dream, she knew that much. Somewhere between sleep and awake she could vaguely remember the peaceful images and atmosphere of a life without Rossum. It was a welcome escape from the hell they were living in, yet something was pulling her away from it. As she lifted her head from the comfort of her arms and opened her eyes slowly, she became aware of an odd feeling running the length of her back. She shifted to try and see what was happening but found a hand at her shoulder holding her down.
“Don’t move - you’ll ruin it...” An urgent voice told her.
“Topher?” Adelle frowned and rubbed her hand over her face to try and wake herself up. “What are you doing?” Her croaky voice asked as she tried once more to turn and see.
“Working, I’m working, working, I’m working hard. Important pieces, you have to know, it’s important, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because they don’t know - I know, I know it. This is what I know,” He rambled as he continued with his equations. His felt tip pen etched jagged markings against her pale skin as he followed the path of her spine. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Canvas, beautiful, you’re my canvas. Art, it’s art, this is art, my art, you’re my masterpiece, this is everything...” He moved swiftly from her lower back to her left shoulder blade, moving the tip of the pen swiftly as he continued. “Saw it, had to be - had to happen. Only you can know, these are your secrets, my secrets, our secrets. Secrets are everywhere they shape the evolution of civilisation. We build our lives on secrets. But you... you... you tell me your secrets, you are... wow!” He pulled back and threw his arms up in the air, his hands shaking with excitement as he looked at his work.
Though she was desperate to go back to sleep, Adelle pushed herself up on her elbows and studied him for a moment. “What’s on my back, Topher?”
“It’s for you,” He told her with a proud grin, motioning towards his work.
“If it’s on my back, darling, I can’t exactly read it...”
“OH!” Topher pushed down on her shoulder once more in an effort to get her to lie down again. As she complied with a heavy sigh he reached outside his pod for his old camera. It was the perfect idea he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of it earlier. Kneeling beside her took a photo of his handiwork and then, handling the polaroid with great care, he lay on his stomach beside her as they both waited for the image to appear.
She wasn’t sure what to expect, though found herself staring more at his excited expression than the photo as they waited. This was what she loved, the times when he was almost his old self. Moments of pure excitement over an idea or fascination with the world around him, it was a far cry from the depressive and paranoid states she commonly found him in.
“There it is...” His whispered words drew her attention back to the image and she drew in a sharp breath.
The first thought that came to mind was that she couldn’t believe she slept through someone writing so much that it covered her whole back, though she recognised it wasn’t the first thing she should say to him. Her eyes drifted over the different symbols and equations, noting her name in certain places and his in others. Though the part she liked the most were the wings he’d drawn - perfectly shaped angel wings drawn against her shoulder blades.
“I know your secret,” He whispered against her ear as he saw her finger trace his drawing. “You’re an angel. You’re my angel. You protect us all.”
She fought to stop herself from crying, thinking of all the people she couldn’t protect because she’d given Rossum the power to destroy them all. “I’m no angel, Topher,” She whispered back.
“Shh...” He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes tight. “Shh... you just don’t know it yet. You’ll see, my angel, you’ll see.”
“If you say so,” She closed her eyes and let silent tears slip down her cheeks.
“I know so,” He moved to kiss her forehead, her nose, her tear stained cheek, her lips. “You can trust me, don’t you know I’m a genius?” A familiar childish grin lit up his face as she opened her eyes again.
“I was vaguely aware of that fact,” She admitted. “And as a genius you know I love you, don’t you?”
“Oh!” He moved onto his back, his hands seemingly recreating the fireworks going off in his mind. “There’s a symphony, it’s loud, it’s passionate... it’s you. That’s you. You love me.”
Adelle put the photo down to take his hands in hers, holding them above his head to stop them from interfering. “Sometimes you just make it so easy,” She smiled, kissing him softly as she let go of his hands.
Characters: Adelle DeWitt/Topher Brink
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 853
Summary: A moment of reasonable peace of mind for both Topher and Adelle.
She’d been having a very good dream, she knew that much. Somewhere between sleep and awake she could vaguely remember the peaceful images and atmosphere of a life without Rossum. It was a welcome escape from the hell they were living in, yet something was pulling her away from it. As she lifted her head from the comfort of her arms and opened her eyes slowly, she became aware of an odd feeling running the length of her back. She shifted to try and see what was happening but found a hand at her shoulder holding her down.
“Don’t move - you’ll ruin it...” An urgent voice told her.
“Topher?” Adelle frowned and rubbed her hand over her face to try and wake herself up. “What are you doing?” Her croaky voice asked as she tried once more to turn and see.
“Working, I’m working, working, I’m working hard. Important pieces, you have to know, it’s important, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise because they don’t know - I know, I know it. This is what I know,” He rambled as he continued with his equations. His felt tip pen etched jagged markings against her pale skin as he followed the path of her spine. “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Canvas, beautiful, you’re my canvas. Art, it’s art, this is art, my art, you’re my masterpiece, this is everything...” He moved swiftly from her lower back to her left shoulder blade, moving the tip of the pen swiftly as he continued. “Saw it, had to be - had to happen. Only you can know, these are your secrets, my secrets, our secrets. Secrets are everywhere they shape the evolution of civilisation. We build our lives on secrets. But you... you... you tell me your secrets, you are... wow!” He pulled back and threw his arms up in the air, his hands shaking with excitement as he looked at his work.
Though she was desperate to go back to sleep, Adelle pushed herself up on her elbows and studied him for a moment. “What’s on my back, Topher?”
“It’s for you,” He told her with a proud grin, motioning towards his work.
“If it’s on my back, darling, I can’t exactly read it...”
“OH!” Topher pushed down on her shoulder once more in an effort to get her to lie down again. As she complied with a heavy sigh he reached outside his pod for his old camera. It was the perfect idea he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought of it earlier. Kneeling beside her took a photo of his handiwork and then, handling the polaroid with great care, he lay on his stomach beside her as they both waited for the image to appear.
She wasn’t sure what to expect, though found herself staring more at his excited expression than the photo as they waited. This was what she loved, the times when he was almost his old self. Moments of pure excitement over an idea or fascination with the world around him, it was a far cry from the depressive and paranoid states she commonly found him in.
“There it is...” His whispered words drew her attention back to the image and she drew in a sharp breath.
The first thought that came to mind was that she couldn’t believe she slept through someone writing so much that it covered her whole back, though she recognised it wasn’t the first thing she should say to him. Her eyes drifted over the different symbols and equations, noting her name in certain places and his in others. Though the part she liked the most were the wings he’d drawn - perfectly shaped angel wings drawn against her shoulder blades.
“I know your secret,” He whispered against her ear as he saw her finger trace his drawing. “You’re an angel. You’re my angel. You protect us all.”
She fought to stop herself from crying, thinking of all the people she couldn’t protect because she’d given Rossum the power to destroy them all. “I’m no angel, Topher,” She whispered back.
“Shh...” He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes tight. “Shh... you just don’t know it yet. You’ll see, my angel, you’ll see.”
“If you say so,” She closed her eyes and let silent tears slip down her cheeks.
“I know so,” He moved to kiss her forehead, her nose, her tear stained cheek, her lips. “You can trust me, don’t you know I’m a genius?” A familiar childish grin lit up his face as she opened her eyes again.
“I was vaguely aware of that fact,” She admitted. “And as a genius you know I love you, don’t you?”
“Oh!” He moved onto his back, his hands seemingly recreating the fireworks going off in his mind. “There’s a symphony, it’s loud, it’s passionate... it’s you. That’s you. You love me.”
Adelle put the photo down to take his hands in hers, holding them above his head to stop them from interfering. “Sometimes you just make it so easy,” She smiled, kissing him softly as she let go of his hands.