drabbles: Push and Little Mermaid - PG
Title: there comes a time for us all
Fandom: Push
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for movie
Pairings: one-sided Nick/Cassie
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: third
She first crawls into his bed when she's sixteen, after a horrible vision of the future wakes her up(they all die, again, but this time there is no changing it).
She's been Watching him her whole life, ever since Mom told her(she was three and didn't understand) that he was important, the catalyst, the potential that could save them all.
She could see years ahead, then, before actually knowing what she was doing got in the way. She'd scribble down the visions and Mom would translate, and it was a game. The best game in the world. Something that made her special, made her Mom's baby girl.
But Mom's gone, now, let herself be captured even though she could see every twist and turn of the future. Let herself be taken, after telling Cassie exactly how to get out, avoid the agents that'd be crawling the street, how to see an agent for an agent, a danger for a danger-Mom could have escaped with her. But she didn't. (You'll understand one day, sweetie. Remember to give the boy a flower.)
She first crawls into his bed when she's sixteen, when she's just dreamed of his painful and bloody death(again-sometimes it seems that all she sees is the dead and the dying), when she's crying because this time she doesn't see it changing at all.
She's been Watching him her whole life. She knows him. Mom even told her to give him a flower, to make sure they were together.
So she buries her face in his chest and sobs because he's going to die soon(again) and they'll never save Mom(she's gonegonegone) and she'll never get the chance to kiss him.
She's been Watching him since she was three. She's seen him die a hundred and fifty different ways. She's never seen him kiss her. In one future(she never ever told him about) he married Kira and had a daughter named Abigail.
He’ll be dead by noon and she sees nothing she can change. Mom could, but Mom’s not here(gonegonegone).
“Cassie?” he asks, arm settling along her back. “What’s wrong?”
She’s crying, fingers clenching in his shirt, head against his chest. “Nothing,” she says.
“Okay,” he mumbles, still mostly asleep. They’re safe here, after all. She told him so. “See you in the mornin’.”
He’ll be dead by noon, she’ll die screaming two minutes later, and she’s not Mom.
Title: I couldn't live far from the ocean
Fandom: Disney's The Little Mermaid
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Adrienne Rich.
Warnings: spoilers for film; sequel and prequel are ignored
Pairings: mentions of Eric/Ariel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 425
Point of view: third
Her husband watches, her prince, dear and gentle Eric. He will be a king of men and she is the daughter of the sea, a child of tempest and depths. He watches as she goes to the beach every morning, wades up to her knees, lets her hair down and sings. Her song is not for human ears and she knows he does not understand.
Her sisters hear and come, powerful tails giving them speed through the water no man could attain. Together, voices twining around each other, they sing the song of the ocean, daughters of the sea, princesses of the most potent kingdom in the world.
Once their song ends, as the sun rises, her sisters ask her to come back. She longs to-she misses them, and their father, her friends and the adventures found beneath the waves.
But Eric waits patiently in the castle, her sweet and gentle husband. She knows now that she does not love him, not yet. The lust and infatuation have faded to a deep friendship. She could grow to love him.
Always, she tells her sisters no. They clasp her hands, run fingers through her tangled and salty hair, and tell her the sea is immortal.
Your human will die, her sisters murmur. And you will live on, as long as the sea.
As they swim away, leaving her in the shallows, longing to follow, she whispers, I will come home one day.
She is the youngest daughter of the ocean, beloved, favored above all others. She is wife of a kind and gentle man. But the tempests roar in her blood and eventually the call will be too strong. She’ll leave Eric; she'll leave the courtiers who watch with cold, judging eyes; she’ll leave the land with all its marvels and wonders-she’ll return to the sea.
Eric watches as she walks out of the waves; they lap at her feet, splashing her sodden night-clothes. Her hair is long and tangled, soaked with salt, fire-bright as the sun shines down on her.
She will miss the warmth of the sun, when she goes home.
He does not understand, she knows. He remembers their battle with the sea witch; he remembers her tail and how she walked out of the sea on strong human legs. But he is only a man and he cannot hear the call, and one day she will go back to the ocean and swim to the depths.
Her sisters wait for her, and their father, and the immortal, endless sea.