{Synchronicity} "you walk around like you own the world"
Title: "you walk around like you own the world"
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt: 46. dust, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: blink-and-you'll-miss-it Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: K
A/N: complete irrationality and incomprehensibility.
Someday, he wants to wipe that pretentious, dazzling smile right off the boy’s face. Wants to break and bend and twist his will, spirit, over and over and over until he’s begging it to stop please stop. He wants to taint and smear the teen’s morality and ideals, shatter them against a wall like glass, choking the innocence and naivety out in the process.
And then he’ll gather it all up again. Fix the boy. Put that piece here, replace it with another, toss out the unneeded. Show him his potential, his utterly unsharpened ability, where he should’ve started, the correct place, the correct people, the correct side. Yes. He’ll formulate the boy and change him, make him the individual he’s never been.
Then maybe he’ll look at him with something other than that generous hatred that seeps out of every nerve, slowly cracking and destroying and shattering something within.
Someday.
Fandom: Storm Hawks
Theme/Prompt: 46. dust, 64damn_prompts
Characters/Pairings: blink-and-you'll-miss-it Dark Ace/Aerrow
Rating: K
A/N: complete irrationality and incomprehensibility.
Someday, he wants to wipe that pretentious, dazzling smile right off the boy’s face. Wants to break and bend and twist his will, spirit, over and over and over until he’s begging it to stop please stop. He wants to taint and smear the teen’s morality and ideals, shatter them against a wall like glass, choking the innocence and naivety out in the process.
And then he’ll gather it all up again. Fix the boy. Put that piece here, replace it with another, toss out the unneeded. Show him his potential, his utterly unsharpened ability, where he should’ve started, the correct place, the correct people, the correct side. Yes. He’ll formulate the boy and change him, make him the individual he’s never been.
Then maybe he’ll look at him with something other than that generous hatred that seeps out of every nerve, slowly cracking and destroying and shattering something within.
Someday.