Dashed
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Dreams
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale experiences some guilt.
051: Dreams
"I was going into applied robotics," she said. "Had a job lined up and everything. That’s why I was taking summer and night classes."
She was done crying. Out of tears. Dale felt like a monster.
It wasn’t as though they’d had much choice. Mobs don’t leave room to think. Still, though. She’d had hopes and dreams and a future. She was going places. He…was going to hell. Straight down. And he’d dragged her with him.
She held his hand and flicked her hair back. Dale twisted a few strands around his fingers. She didn’t ask for words, or apologies, or justifications. She simply sat and accepted everything.
He wished she’d yell. He could handle yelling. Her anger was easy to soothe, even if her words stung like salt in his eyes. Tears and acceptance, though…
Her eyes flicked to his watch, even though she was wearing her own. She smiled sadly.
"I suppose our timepieces don’t do us much good if we don’t know when we are," she joked feebly.
He laughed just as feebly, because he didn’t know what to do instead.
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Yorkeses
Prompt: Dreams
Notes: For the Lover100 challenge.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Dale experiences some guilt.
051: Dreams
"I was going into applied robotics," she said. "Had a job lined up and everything. That’s why I was taking summer and night classes."
She was done crying. Out of tears. Dale felt like a monster.
It wasn’t as though they’d had much choice. Mobs don’t leave room to think. Still, though. She’d had hopes and dreams and a future. She was going places. He…was going to hell. Straight down. And he’d dragged her with him.
She held his hand and flicked her hair back. Dale twisted a few strands around his fingers. She didn’t ask for words, or apologies, or justifications. She simply sat and accepted everything.
He wished she’d yell. He could handle yelling. Her anger was easy to soothe, even if her words stung like salt in his eyes. Tears and acceptance, though…
Her eyes flicked to his watch, even though she was wearing her own. She smiled sadly.
"I suppose our timepieces don’t do us much good if we don’t know when we are," she joked feebly.
He laughed just as feebly, because he didn’t know what to do instead.