Touched
Written for noalinnea at jc_christmas
She requested an angst fic with a positive ending.
Merry Christmas and please, enjoy.
Touched
A love understood. A matter in trust. With light divine. Forever with you
The waves crashed below him, as with a fighting battle within his heart. The rocks catch the moving force and push it back to sea. Unable to go forward the force regroups. In fury it tries again. Pound upon pound the battle rages, in turn seeking a better place.
Touch.
Light faded and the snowy felid stretched and entwined across her lap. As the icy amber salvation passes her lips his rumbling soothes her paining soul. With each stroke she gave more of her heart, bringing assuage of whispers into a darkening silence. This was all the love she had…all the love she could ever hope to keep.
Solitary.
Her hand was warmed to his touch. On the cold December night the lights danced as the minstrels played. Gliding on sheets of hardened ice the pair felt wrapped into the heart possessed by the other. Her father’s eyes reflected the love of the child’s light. The child felt. The child knew.
Unconditional.
Touched by falling snow the roses were beautiful. Chloe placed her tiny hand on the mahogany. Not understanding, she never said goodbye before she was pulled aside. With tearless eyes she followed. With the understanding of a child she wondered why daddy had to go away.
Alone.
“You stupid ignorant boy.”
The rod cracked across his oil stained hands.
“If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times. Never get your hands dirty. I brought you here to direct these men. Not to do their job. You are the future of the legacy. I will not have it. YOU are my son. This is all for you. ”
Standing on the edge of the platform Jack fought back the tears. He would not let his father see him cry. All the young man wanted was acceptance. He wanted a meaningful purpose. He refused to rise above though the acts of cutting down.
“Why can’t you be more like your brother?”
Jack didn’t know who disgusted him more his callous, unyielding, unfeeling father or the brother who beguiled his childhood love.
Hate.
The Christmas lights were dark. The ballerina did not twirl. She opened the package. Her mother was sat still. The porcelain tea set sat untouched. Four cups and saucers held no meaning but showed a reflection of what she lost. The woman saw her lover’s face in the eyes of her child and yet she could only turn away. Accepting a surreal life in which her daughter was never apart. A tea party of never known, a life of learning to seek alone.
Ignored.
His face stung as the sound echoed in his mind.
“Jack, you son of a bitch you killed him…”
“I’m so sorry.”
“How could you…How could you kill him, Jack…How could you do this.”
The sobs filled his ear, his heart.
“I can’t…I can’t be near you right now.”
He reaches to touch her. He stops. The pain, the anger surrounds them. They are lost.
“Leave…I want you to leave Jack.”
The surface is cold as he walks through the door.
“No, I’m not okay.”
Empty love.
With the knowledge that this man’s child was inside her she fought the tears as he moved on top of her. Her skin screamed within his touch. Her heart broke as her mind found desire in another name.
Betrayal.
He focuses his mind taking in the pinhole of light. He knows when it breaks the hands will start again. Grazing his soulful tips across his broken surface his is the only human contact without a numbing pain.
He remembers all he had. He remembers all he lost. Now there is only his voice - the only control…the only salvation…the only warmth in a dark, silent, and loveless world.
“Dear god, please take me now.”
Done.
“I’m so sorry about Michele”
The glass catches the light as the amber swirls around the rocks of ice, the ebb and flow of containment and control. With each pass each force battling to win, the rocks fighting to contain the liquid, the liquid fighting to break through the rock.
“Jack, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have been there. I should have saved her. I should ha-”
“Stop. Damn it Jack. Just stop. There was nothing you could have done. If you would have been there we all would be dead. We all have lost and we can’t go back. Jack please, just forgive yourself and live.”
Jack wanted to fight back. Stroking steel he wants to tell his dead friend he needs to join him. But he knew Tony was right. He had to move forward. Staring at the empty chair he promised the darkness he will not die today.
Resolve.
The light was blinding. The sound echoed in his head. Body’s warmth seeped across him. Not knowing where he ended and she began, he held her. He rocked her. Fighting the unimaginable loss he begged for life. He would give all he had, all he was, for her.
Emotions crashed upon him. His hands entwined in her hair. With each stroke he gave her more of his heart, bringing assuage of whispers into a darkening silence. This was all the love he had…all the love he could ever hope to keep.
In the pain of seeming loss the mystery of the ebb and flow was found. The rocks contain but the constant flow breaks containment down. In time the barrier is lifted and flow continues. As in the sands of time there is a new beginning. With touch of love a heart is opened and the in the light is understood. Within trust it is life divine. It flows forever. A touch in heart brings love sublime.
Touched.
The tea set was used. The skates were sharp. Memories lined a mahogany mantle. Jack watched the pinhole light of the candle and knew the circle was complete. Faith and trust brought them the touch of a human life. Together, on this Christmas night they enjoyed touch and love each of the other.
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity
While writing this fic many imagines came to mind. I could not help but share them. So, as an added gift, please enjoy. :D
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She requested an angst fic with a positive ending.
Merry Christmas and please, enjoy.
Touched
A love understood. A matter in trust. With light divine. Forever with you
The waves crashed below him, as with a fighting battle within his heart. The rocks catch the moving force and push it back to sea. Unable to go forward the force regroups. In fury it tries again. Pound upon pound the battle rages, in turn seeking a better place.
Touch.
Light faded and the snowy felid stretched and entwined across her lap. As the icy amber salvation passes her lips his rumbling soothes her paining soul. With each stroke she gave more of her heart, bringing assuage of whispers into a darkening silence. This was all the love she had…all the love she could ever hope to keep.
Solitary.
Her hand was warmed to his touch. On the cold December night the lights danced as the minstrels played. Gliding on sheets of hardened ice the pair felt wrapped into the heart possessed by the other. Her father’s eyes reflected the love of the child’s light. The child felt. The child knew.
Unconditional.
Touched by falling snow the roses were beautiful. Chloe placed her tiny hand on the mahogany. Not understanding, she never said goodbye before she was pulled aside. With tearless eyes she followed. With the understanding of a child she wondered why daddy had to go away.
Alone.
“You stupid ignorant boy.”
The rod cracked across his oil stained hands.
“If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times. Never get your hands dirty. I brought you here to direct these men. Not to do their job. You are the future of the legacy. I will not have it. YOU are my son. This is all for you. ”
Standing on the edge of the platform Jack fought back the tears. He would not let his father see him cry. All the young man wanted was acceptance. He wanted a meaningful purpose. He refused to rise above though the acts of cutting down.
“Why can’t you be more like your brother?”
Jack didn’t know who disgusted him more his callous, unyielding, unfeeling father or the brother who beguiled his childhood love.
Hate.
The Christmas lights were dark. The ballerina did not twirl. She opened the package. Her mother was sat still. The porcelain tea set sat untouched. Four cups and saucers held no meaning but showed a reflection of what she lost. The woman saw her lover’s face in the eyes of her child and yet she could only turn away. Accepting a surreal life in which her daughter was never apart. A tea party of never known, a life of learning to seek alone.
Ignored.
His face stung as the sound echoed in his mind.
“Jack, you son of a bitch you killed him…”
“I’m so sorry.”
“How could you…How could you kill him, Jack…How could you do this.”
The sobs filled his ear, his heart.
“I can’t…I can’t be near you right now.”
He reaches to touch her. He stops. The pain, the anger surrounds them. They are lost.
“Leave…I want you to leave Jack.”
The surface is cold as he walks through the door.
“No, I’m not okay.”
Empty love.
With the knowledge that this man’s child was inside her she fought the tears as he moved on top of her. Her skin screamed within his touch. Her heart broke as her mind found desire in another name.
Betrayal.
He focuses his mind taking in the pinhole of light. He knows when it breaks the hands will start again. Grazing his soulful tips across his broken surface his is the only human contact without a numbing pain.
He remembers all he had. He remembers all he lost. Now there is only his voice - the only control…the only salvation…the only warmth in a dark, silent, and loveless world.
“Dear god, please take me now.”
Done.
“I’m so sorry about Michele”
The glass catches the light as the amber swirls around the rocks of ice, the ebb and flow of containment and control. With each pass each force battling to win, the rocks fighting to contain the liquid, the liquid fighting to break through the rock.
“Jack, it wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have been there. I should have saved her. I should ha-”
“Stop. Damn it Jack. Just stop. There was nothing you could have done. If you would have been there we all would be dead. We all have lost and we can’t go back. Jack please, just forgive yourself and live.”
Jack wanted to fight back. Stroking steel he wants to tell his dead friend he needs to join him. But he knew Tony was right. He had to move forward. Staring at the empty chair he promised the darkness he will not die today.
Resolve.
The light was blinding. The sound echoed in his head. Body’s warmth seeped across him. Not knowing where he ended and she began, he held her. He rocked her. Fighting the unimaginable loss he begged for life. He would give all he had, all he was, for her.
Emotions crashed upon him. His hands entwined in her hair. With each stroke he gave her more of his heart, bringing assuage of whispers into a darkening silence. This was all the love he had…all the love he could ever hope to keep.
In the pain of seeming loss the mystery of the ebb and flow was found. The rocks contain but the constant flow breaks containment down. In time the barrier is lifted and flow continues. As in the sands of time there is a new beginning. With touch of love a heart is opened and the in the light is understood. Within trust it is life divine. It flows forever. A touch in heart brings love sublime.
Touched.
The tea set was used. The skates were sharp. Memories lined a mahogany mantle. Jack watched the pinhole light of the candle and knew the circle was complete. Faith and trust brought them the touch of a human life. Together, on this Christmas night they enjoyed touch and love each of the other.
Time is too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity
While writing this fic many imagines came to mind. I could not help but share them. So, as an added gift, please enjoy. :D
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