Dark Shadows; Barnabas Collins/Victoria Winters; set Gamma
Fandom: Dark Shadows
Pairing: Barnabas Collins/Victoria Winters
Theme set: Gamma
Title: Watching, Waiting, Plotting
Rating: PG
Warning[s]: Implied violence and general creepiness, possible spoilers
Notes: References events up to the point I'm at in the series (episode 320 or 321). This was a lot of fun to write.
Ring: Barnabas noticed that the ring Burke had given her was large, crass, and unrefined-rather like the man himself.
Hero: At times, he vaguely reminded her of the hero of a Jane Austen novel: reserved, eloquent, unfailingly polite, and always in the background.
Memory: He had an interesting expression on his face whenever he retold old family stories-almost as if he were reliving the event, rather than just recalling an old tale.
Box: He handed her the music box, silently treasuring the moment their fingertips touched.
Run: She came to the Old House more frequently now and each time Willie saw her there he silently willed her to run-to run as far as she could, never to look back.
Hurricane: The winds battered the walls of the Old House and rain crashed against the windows, but that night Vicki felt the safest she ever had.
Wings: Lost in thought, she ran her fingers over the wings of the angel engraved on Josette’s tombstone; she felt connected to this woman in a way that perhaps only Barnabas could understand.
Cold: On occasion, Vicki wondered if the perpetual chill in the Old House was due to something more than the lack of central heating-but she was always prone to romantic notions.
Red: Willie winced in anticipation, “Please Barnabas, I won’t try to warn her again-I swear it!”
Drink: He adored the delicate way her fingers curled around the stem of the wine glass.
Midnight: She saw him approaching, his silhouette perfectly framed against the moon, and decided not to meet him halfway-the scene was too picturesque to disturb with her presence.
Temptation: Sobbing, she buried her face in his cloak, giving him a perfect view of her long, elegant neck.
View: Hidden in the woods, he watched her as she gazed out the window, her beauty rivaling that of the sea she was looking at.
Music: She stared at the music box, captivated by the light, tinkling music it produced and entranced by thoughts of the man who had given it to her.
Silk: He smiled appreciatively as she ran her hands over the fine silk dress he had found in the attic.
Cover: “Miss Winters, you must pay me a visit sometime--to see the renovations I have had done.”
Promise: “Willie, for the last time, I assure you that I have no intention of harming Miss Winters.”
Dream: She had that odd dream again-the one where someone was in her room, which filled her with simultaneous feelings of danger and safety.
Candle: He looked so odd under the glare of electric lights; Victoria thought his face was much better suited to the light of gently flickering candles.
Talent: He had an amazing talent for responding to questions without really answering.
Silence: He approached her, saying nothing, and the two stood together, observing the moon in silence.
Journey: Although he hadn’t traveled far, the Collinwood of his youth and the Collinwood she inhabited were worlds apart.
Fire: “Willie, start a fire; Miss Winters is cold.”
Strength: She had no idea that the fingers that gently handed her the delicate lace handkerchief were the same ones which had wrenched the metal bars from Dr. Woodard’s window.
Mask: She had startled him when she spoke of seeing the little girl; he hadn’t meant for his face to show so much.
Ice: “It is far too dangerous for you to walk back to Collinwood alone-suppose you should slip and fall on the ice-please allow me to escort you home.”
Fall: She laughed, “Barnabas, I’ll be fine; I hardly think that a fall on the ice would be the end of me,”-but she accepted his offer anyway.
Forgotten: She was so pleased with the book Barnabas had given her, and especially with the personal inscription, that for a moment it seemed she had forgotten that Burke was also in the room.
Dance: “Why, Vicki, you cannot possibly understand the social etiquette of the ball without understanding the dances themselves-please, allow me to show you.”
Body: Barnabas was not surprised that Josette’s dress fit Victoria perfectly; it made sense that two so alike in mind and soul would also share physical similarities.
Sacred: “This was Her handkerchief” Barnabas said and Vicki could practically hear the capital letter.
Farewells: Burke Devlin was starting to wonder why, whenever he joined Barnabas and Vicki, Barnabas excused himself and left the room.
World: When the time came, he desperately wanted her to understand, as Josette had not, that he must take her from this world to give her a greater one.
Formal: His speech was always formal, she thought, but not usually in an intimidating way; his polite utterances were frequently warmed with genuine affection.
Fever: Her feverish dreams were filled with foreboding, mysterious figures and unknown dangers looming from the horizon, but all were chased away by the playful music that merged her waking and sleeping hours.
Laugh: Her laughter filled the room; it was melodious and full of warmth and vitality-just as he expected it to be.
Lies: “Of course, Vicki, as your friend I wish you and Mr. Devlin the best-I am only concerned with your happiness.”
Forever: He could show her exactly what “forever” meant-and he intended to.
Overwhelmed: “Oh, Mr. Collins, this is far too generous-a family heirloom-I can’t possibly accept it.”
Whisper: It seemed to Vicki that the very walls of the Old House whispered to him, telling him the tales of years past.
Wait: He would wait for her; after all, he was a most patient man.
Talk: He had such a way with words-she could spend eternity just listening to him talk.
Search: He searched her eyes for a glimmer of anything more than friendship, but found nothing.
Hope: However, the way her eyes lit up when he suggested the costume party lead him to believe the situation was not beyond rectification.
Eclipse: She didn’t fully understand his hatred of the lunar eclipse; he kept saying things about “complete darkness” and “the uncertain return of the light,” but surely he knew that the moon would be back in a few hours.
Gravity: Vicki liked the respectful way that Barnabas lowered his voice when he spoke of people of the past, as if he were taking care not to offend anyone.
Highway: Driving home from Collinsport, Vicki couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something, was following her.
Unknown: If she had known why he was so pleased to hear that she felt close to Josette, perhaps she would not have been so quick to tell him.
Lock: This time, if all went according to plan, there would be no need for a lock.
Breathe: “I cannot express how pleased I am to see you, Vicki,” he kissed her hand and, for a moment, she forgot to breathe.
Comments: "Eclipse" is meant to reference Barnabas being locked inside of a coffin for 100+ years. As much as he loves the night, I bet total darkness freaks him out a bit. If anything else needs clarification or explaining let me know.
Pairing: Barnabas Collins/Victoria Winters
Theme set: Gamma
Title: Watching, Waiting, Plotting
Rating: PG
Warning[s]: Implied violence and general creepiness, possible spoilers
Notes: References events up to the point I'm at in the series (episode 320 or 321). This was a lot of fun to write.
Ring: Barnabas noticed that the ring Burke had given her was large, crass, and unrefined-rather like the man himself.
Hero: At times, he vaguely reminded her of the hero of a Jane Austen novel: reserved, eloquent, unfailingly polite, and always in the background.
Memory: He had an interesting expression on his face whenever he retold old family stories-almost as if he were reliving the event, rather than just recalling an old tale.
Box: He handed her the music box, silently treasuring the moment their fingertips touched.
Run: She came to the Old House more frequently now and each time Willie saw her there he silently willed her to run-to run as far as she could, never to look back.
Hurricane: The winds battered the walls of the Old House and rain crashed against the windows, but that night Vicki felt the safest she ever had.
Wings: Lost in thought, she ran her fingers over the wings of the angel engraved on Josette’s tombstone; she felt connected to this woman in a way that perhaps only Barnabas could understand.
Cold: On occasion, Vicki wondered if the perpetual chill in the Old House was due to something more than the lack of central heating-but she was always prone to romantic notions.
Red: Willie winced in anticipation, “Please Barnabas, I won’t try to warn her again-I swear it!”
Drink: He adored the delicate way her fingers curled around the stem of the wine glass.
Midnight: She saw him approaching, his silhouette perfectly framed against the moon, and decided not to meet him halfway-the scene was too picturesque to disturb with her presence.
Temptation: Sobbing, she buried her face in his cloak, giving him a perfect view of her long, elegant neck.
View: Hidden in the woods, he watched her as she gazed out the window, her beauty rivaling that of the sea she was looking at.
Music: She stared at the music box, captivated by the light, tinkling music it produced and entranced by thoughts of the man who had given it to her.
Silk: He smiled appreciatively as she ran her hands over the fine silk dress he had found in the attic.
Cover: “Miss Winters, you must pay me a visit sometime--to see the renovations I have had done.”
Promise: “Willie, for the last time, I assure you that I have no intention of harming Miss Winters.”
Dream: She had that odd dream again-the one where someone was in her room, which filled her with simultaneous feelings of danger and safety.
Candle: He looked so odd under the glare of electric lights; Victoria thought his face was much better suited to the light of gently flickering candles.
Talent: He had an amazing talent for responding to questions without really answering.
Silence: He approached her, saying nothing, and the two stood together, observing the moon in silence.
Journey: Although he hadn’t traveled far, the Collinwood of his youth and the Collinwood she inhabited were worlds apart.
Fire: “Willie, start a fire; Miss Winters is cold.”
Strength: She had no idea that the fingers that gently handed her the delicate lace handkerchief were the same ones which had wrenched the metal bars from Dr. Woodard’s window.
Mask: She had startled him when she spoke of seeing the little girl; he hadn’t meant for his face to show so much.
Ice: “It is far too dangerous for you to walk back to Collinwood alone-suppose you should slip and fall on the ice-please allow me to escort you home.”
Fall: She laughed, “Barnabas, I’ll be fine; I hardly think that a fall on the ice would be the end of me,”-but she accepted his offer anyway.
Forgotten: She was so pleased with the book Barnabas had given her, and especially with the personal inscription, that for a moment it seemed she had forgotten that Burke was also in the room.
Dance: “Why, Vicki, you cannot possibly understand the social etiquette of the ball without understanding the dances themselves-please, allow me to show you.”
Body: Barnabas was not surprised that Josette’s dress fit Victoria perfectly; it made sense that two so alike in mind and soul would also share physical similarities.
Sacred: “This was Her handkerchief” Barnabas said and Vicki could practically hear the capital letter.
Farewells: Burke Devlin was starting to wonder why, whenever he joined Barnabas and Vicki, Barnabas excused himself and left the room.
World: When the time came, he desperately wanted her to understand, as Josette had not, that he must take her from this world to give her a greater one.
Formal: His speech was always formal, she thought, but not usually in an intimidating way; his polite utterances were frequently warmed with genuine affection.
Fever: Her feverish dreams were filled with foreboding, mysterious figures and unknown dangers looming from the horizon, but all were chased away by the playful music that merged her waking and sleeping hours.
Laugh: Her laughter filled the room; it was melodious and full of warmth and vitality-just as he expected it to be.
Lies: “Of course, Vicki, as your friend I wish you and Mr. Devlin the best-I am only concerned with your happiness.”
Forever: He could show her exactly what “forever” meant-and he intended to.
Overwhelmed: “Oh, Mr. Collins, this is far too generous-a family heirloom-I can’t possibly accept it.”
Whisper: It seemed to Vicki that the very walls of the Old House whispered to him, telling him the tales of years past.
Wait: He would wait for her; after all, he was a most patient man.
Talk: He had such a way with words-she could spend eternity just listening to him talk.
Search: He searched her eyes for a glimmer of anything more than friendship, but found nothing.
Hope: However, the way her eyes lit up when he suggested the costume party lead him to believe the situation was not beyond rectification.
Eclipse: She didn’t fully understand his hatred of the lunar eclipse; he kept saying things about “complete darkness” and “the uncertain return of the light,” but surely he knew that the moon would be back in a few hours.
Gravity: Vicki liked the respectful way that Barnabas lowered his voice when he spoke of people of the past, as if he were taking care not to offend anyone.
Highway: Driving home from Collinsport, Vicki couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, or something, was following her.
Unknown: If she had known why he was so pleased to hear that she felt close to Josette, perhaps she would not have been so quick to tell him.
Lock: This time, if all went according to plan, there would be no need for a lock.
Breathe: “I cannot express how pleased I am to see you, Vicki,” he kissed her hand and, for a moment, she forgot to breathe.
Comments: "Eclipse" is meant to reference Barnabas being locked inside of a coffin for 100+ years. As much as he loves the night, I bet total darkness freaks him out a bit. If anything else needs clarification or explaining let me know.