LOST - in the thickening of fear
Title: in the thickening of fear
Characters: Kate, Edward Mars.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Vague Post-Incident theorization.
Summary: Kate has an unexpected meeting with a long-lost acquaintance.
Author's Note: For lost_in_108 's prompt # 9, simple. Also for un_love_you, I hate you, you bitch.
Beautiful banner by angeldylan628 The gun draws red lifelines across the flesh of her palm; blood drips from her fingers into the thickening grass, the ground flat and hot beneath her feet. She gasps; the white sun bites her eyes. It reminds her: the way he felt, hard and bitter, gin-tasting and not him. Neither him. (Inevereverevereverever--yes.of.course.)
"Katie."
That calm slow sideways grin, that halfway taste on his breath: he mocks her.
His fingers clench around her wrist, and she remembers--there is no escape.
It's simple, poetic. It's justice. (But she wouldn''t know a damn thing about that.)
She scoffs, you, gunpowder in her throat. What she means is goodbye.
Characters: Kate, Edward Mars.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Vague Post-Incident theorization.
Summary: Kate has an unexpected meeting with a long-lost acquaintance.
Author's Note: For lost_in_108 's prompt # 9, simple. Also for un_love_you, I hate you, you bitch.
Beautiful banner by angeldylan628 The gun draws red lifelines across the flesh of her palm; blood drips from her fingers into the thickening grass, the ground flat and hot beneath her feet. She gasps; the white sun bites her eyes. It reminds her: the way he felt, hard and bitter, gin-tasting and not him. Neither him. (Inevereverevereverever--yes.of.course.)
"Katie."
That calm slow sideways grin, that halfway taste on his breath: he mocks her.
His fingers clench around her wrist, and she remembers--there is no escape.
It's simple, poetic. It's justice. (But she wouldn''t know a damn thing about that.)
She scoffs, you, gunpowder in her throat. What she means is goodbye.