Re: Heroes Peter/Elle Better Loose than to Forgetjacquelin825September 17 2010, 04:58:07 UTC
Thank you SO MUCH! that was perfect, I LOVE IT :)
a part of her would rather keep him in the Company’s cell and keep him forever but Daddy was suspicious and she would rather loose him than forget him.
He’s being taunted, an angry black cloud of soullessness exacting some kind of sick and effective revenge.
She (it) appears on the edge of the jungle, a shadow or a ghost or a hallucination or all of the above and sometimes Richard’s heart launches into his throat and he vomits emotional agony onto his feet until he’s emptied of everything physical as well. Sometimes he just stares, sometimes he turns his back. There are seven stages of grief and he’s going through a different piece of it every day, repeating some, ignoring others, cycling rapidly between them. The poison of the moment borders on arbitrary and strikes him ruthlessly, without fail or warning.
It’s exhausting. It’s not really her. It’s not even proper wish fulfillment, because he knows that every little accurate detail has been carefully constructed by the devil that haunts the Island.
But every time he sees her, he forgets for one blessed moment, and it’s not long before that alone is what he is living for.
Lost, Cindy/Lennon, hidden truthswoodshavingsSeptember 17 2010, 14:51:00 UTC
This wasn't her home, and these weren't the people she had grown up with. The Temple was always alight with fire on torches and always buzzing with the sounds of voices and birds; sometimes it soothed her, sometimes it did not.
Cindy liked it here, and she enjoyed looking after the Temple, but she didn't think it as something she would like to do for the rest of her life. She'd rather do something different, have something different, so much that it seemed out of reach but was always there. She thought of Jacob, and how his orders still
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Re: Lost, Cindy/Lennon, hidden truthscloudyteaSeptember 17 2010, 18:02:47 UTC
I JUST, I CAN'T EVEN -- :33
It was only a minute, but it felt like months, years, decades before Lennon's eyes sparked with fire, agreement, want, pulling her in for yet another hot kiss. He knew, for him, living here was just an excuse to get away from the real world and its many flaws, but he also knew Jacob wasn't the one to tell him what he couldn't do.
HO SHITTT. THIS, THIS, THIS. omg. You. Youu. I love youuu. ♥
Lost, Kate/Samuel, Lying in PlaceciaimpalaSeptember 17 2010, 00:44:38 UTC
He calls her Monica.
She doesn't call him anything.
She's so tired of heroes, of doctors who try to fix her and conmen who try to tell her truths.
He and her, they're built around untruths, around purposeful misdirection and intentional omissions.
She tells him her mother loved her.
He tells her his mother loved him.
He tells her he has a house somewhere off the island. He doesn't know the names of the states, can't name a single city, so he makes up a small town and she nods her head like she knows the place.
This might be darker than you had in mind, but I was miraculously inspired to write Jack/Sawyer and just went with it. This takes place during season 6.
Requiem for a Love Story
The only thing they have in common is their failures. Leadership. Family. Love.
Kate, Juliet.
This floats between them like poisonous gas fogging their lungs, heartbreak toxic and tragically self-inflicted.
Three years have aged them three decades. If they were damaged goods before, they’re both utterly unlovable now.
It’s a cold comfort that they can hardly be disappointments to each other, not after how thoroughly they’ve fucked up everything that’s ever mattered before. When you’re a consolation prize, sometimes it’s just not worth the effort to even pretend.
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If it were as simple as a rivalry over the women, they wouldn’t be doing this now, when said women are dead or disconnected. Irrelevant
( ... )
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a part of her would rather keep him in the Company’s cell
and keep him forever but Daddy was suspicious and
she would rather loose him than forget him.
so tragic and beautiful
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He’s being taunted, an angry black cloud of soullessness exacting some kind of sick and effective revenge.
She (it) appears on the edge of the jungle, a shadow or a ghost or a hallucination or all of the above and sometimes Richard’s heart launches into his throat and he vomits emotional agony onto his feet until he’s emptied of everything physical as well. Sometimes he just stares, sometimes he turns his back. There are seven stages of grief and he’s going through a different piece of it every day, repeating some, ignoring others, cycling rapidly between them. The poison of the moment borders on arbitrary and strikes him ruthlessly, without fail or warning.
It’s exhausting. It’s not really her. It’s not even proper wish fulfillment, because he knows that every little accurate detail has been carefully constructed by the devil that haunts the Island.
But every time he sees her, he forgets for one blessed moment, and it’s not long before that alone is what he is living for.
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Cindy liked it here, and she enjoyed looking after the Temple, but she didn't think it as something she would like to do for the rest of her life. She'd rather do something different, have something different, so much that it seemed out of reach but was always there. She thought of Jacob, and how his orders still ( ... )
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It was only a minute, but it felt like months, years, decades before Lennon's eyes sparked with fire, agreement, want, pulling her in for yet another hot kiss. He knew, for him, living here was just an excuse to get away from the real world and its many flaws, but he also knew Jacob wasn't the one to tell him what he couldn't do.
HO SHITTT. THIS, THIS, THIS. omg. You. Youu. I love youuu. ♥
THANK YOU SO MUCH, BB! :D
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She doesn't call him anything.
She's so tired of heroes, of doctors who try to fix her and conmen who try to tell her truths.
He and her, they're built around untruths, around purposeful misdirection and intentional omissions.
She tells him her mother loved her.
He tells her his mother loved him.
He tells her he has a house somewhere off the island. He doesn't know the names of the states, can't name a single city, so he makes up a small town and she nods her head like she knows the place.
She tells him she'd like to visit sometime.
She tells him she'd like to stay.
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and I'd wait a lifetime to give in to you
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Requiem for a Love Story
The only thing they have in common is their failures. Leadership. Family. Love.
Kate, Juliet.
This floats between them like poisonous gas fogging their lungs, heartbreak toxic and tragically self-inflicted.
Three years have aged them three decades. If they were damaged goods before, they’re both utterly unlovable now.
It’s a cold comfort that they can hardly be disappointments to each other, not after how thoroughly they’ve fucked up everything that’s ever mattered before. When you’re a consolation prize, sometimes it’s just not worth the effort to even pretend.
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If it were as simple as a rivalry over the women, they wouldn’t be doing this now, when said women are dead or disconnected. Irrelevant ( ... )
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I have a happier, sexier idea for your other prompt, if that's okay.
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