Time Heals: Match
Time Heals: Match
The mask isn’t for him anymore.
It hasn’t been for years.
Now it is for others...but not for her...but still...sort of for her. It gives her something to play with, or play off of when they bring in prisoners.
He doesn’t hide for himself anymore. He hides himself as part of an act. The unseen horror is always more terrifying than the one you can see. She’s the one they can see when the golems drag them in, all bruises and broken bones. They stare up from the ground in abject fear and it feels good to be the source of it...but it feels better to feel her painted nails dig into his shoulders as she taunts them. She is as much a thrill as the hunt or the kill....just her being there is thrilling. It sends delightful shivers up his spine and as much as he enjoys her little displays of authority, he can’t wait for them to be over so he can have her all to himself.
As soon as they are alone, the mask comes off.
Around her, he never feels ugly.
He never has, really.
When he goes over things in his mind, she just takes things as they are...and uses them to her advantage. A lot like what he does. He likes that about her. He sees all the things he likes about himself in her...and she revels in them the way he does.
A match made in heaven.
Or somewhere else.
AN: Just a little short DarkCaster ficlet set in the Time Heals-verse.
Enjoy!
The mask isn’t for him anymore.
It hasn’t been for years.
Now it is for others...but not for her...but still...sort of for her. It gives her something to play with, or play off of when they bring in prisoners.
He doesn’t hide for himself anymore. He hides himself as part of an act. The unseen horror is always more terrifying than the one you can see. She’s the one they can see when the golems drag them in, all bruises and broken bones. They stare up from the ground in abject fear and it feels good to be the source of it...but it feels better to feel her painted nails dig into his shoulders as she taunts them. She is as much a thrill as the hunt or the kill....just her being there is thrilling. It sends delightful shivers up his spine and as much as he enjoys her little displays of authority, he can’t wait for them to be over so he can have her all to himself.
As soon as they are alone, the mask comes off.
Around her, he never feels ugly.
He never has, really.
When he goes over things in his mind, she just takes things as they are...and uses them to her advantage. A lot like what he does. He likes that about her. He sees all the things he likes about himself in her...and she revels in them the way he does.
A match made in heaven.
Or somewhere else.
AN: Just a little short DarkCaster ficlet set in the Time Heals-verse.
Enjoy!