[OTC] G. K. Chesterton quote
[Set in justtostayalive. Sam = likely_evil. Set after THIS.]
“Fairytales don’t tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairytales tell children that the dragons can be slain.”
She learned at an early age that fairy tales were never meant to be.
In your typical fairy tale, the father was dead, the stepmother was the evil witch, and Prince Charming rode in to be the hero before anyone got hurt. Everything ended with happily ever after, and in the end the prince and princess rode off into the sunset, never to be heard from again, but presumably happy. The princess didn’t need to save herself in order to get what she needed, and she wasn’t backed into a corner, and she knew that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. She trusted the prince to come save her and didn’t doubt that her fate was in his capable hands.
Bela was a little old to start hoping in the fairy tale sentiment of happily ever after, and she was a little too jaded to even believe that it actually existed. There was something about the idea of happily ever after that made her sick to her stomach, because she knew that for some reason, it wasn’t meant for everyone. Not everyone got happily ever after. Some people had to resort to other means.
She had waited, as a child, for Prince Charming to come and rescue her from the dragon that lurked around the corners of her house. She had tried waiting, tried searching for the some other answer to the problem at hand, but she had no options-or she thought she did. She couldn’t take four more years. Four years seemed like a lifetime from where she was sitting. She was being offered an immediate out, one that she wouldn’t have to worry about for ten years, and from where she was sitting then, ten was a lifetime. A lifetime that flew by far too quickly, and by the time Prince Charming finally made it to the party, it was far too late.
She knew Sam wasn’t trying to make this harder on her. That things happened, and their timing just sucked. That finding out you’re having a baby when you know you only have three months to live is the most incredible run of bad luck a person can hope to land, and because fate had decided that this was the perfect time to make things twenty times worse for Bela Talbot. Because it was teasing her with things she couldn’t have, making things harder for her because she knew there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t do anything to save this child, this part of her from what she had done to herself, and that wasn’t fair. That wasn’t fair in the slightest.
She pulled back from the toilet, sitting against the wall of the tub behind her, pulling her knees in to her chest. She waited until the shaking from the dry heaves stopped, and then she let her forehead come to rest on top of her knees. She knew that she didn’t have a lot of options beyond trusting Sam. That she had to trust Sam because she didn’t have any other options. Bela didn’t like relying on other people to take care of her problems, because the last time she did, she wound up selling her soul. She wished that this hadn’t happened, that she had been smart enough not to let Sam into her bed that night, but the deed was done, and now she had to deal with the consequences. Consequences which included trusting Sam Winchester to save her from the big bad witch and give her the fairy tale ending she now was hoping for. She had to. Her child’s life depended on it.
It wasn’t just about her anymore, and that was far scarier than anything any demon could have done to her.
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“Fairytales don’t tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairytales tell children that the dragons can be slain.”
She learned at an early age that fairy tales were never meant to be.
In your typical fairy tale, the father was dead, the stepmother was the evil witch, and Prince Charming rode in to be the hero before anyone got hurt. Everything ended with happily ever after, and in the end the prince and princess rode off into the sunset, never to be heard from again, but presumably happy. The princess didn’t need to save herself in order to get what she needed, and she wasn’t backed into a corner, and she knew that there was a light at the end of the tunnel. She trusted the prince to come save her and didn’t doubt that her fate was in his capable hands.
Bela was a little old to start hoping in the fairy tale sentiment of happily ever after, and she was a little too jaded to even believe that it actually existed. There was something about the idea of happily ever after that made her sick to her stomach, because she knew that for some reason, it wasn’t meant for everyone. Not everyone got happily ever after. Some people had to resort to other means.
She had waited, as a child, for Prince Charming to come and rescue her from the dragon that lurked around the corners of her house. She had tried waiting, tried searching for the some other answer to the problem at hand, but she had no options-or she thought she did. She couldn’t take four more years. Four years seemed like a lifetime from where she was sitting. She was being offered an immediate out, one that she wouldn’t have to worry about for ten years, and from where she was sitting then, ten was a lifetime. A lifetime that flew by far too quickly, and by the time Prince Charming finally made it to the party, it was far too late.
She knew Sam wasn’t trying to make this harder on her. That things happened, and their timing just sucked. That finding out you’re having a baby when you know you only have three months to live is the most incredible run of bad luck a person can hope to land, and because fate had decided that this was the perfect time to make things twenty times worse for Bela Talbot. Because it was teasing her with things she couldn’t have, making things harder for her because she knew there was nothing she could do. She couldn’t do anything to save this child, this part of her from what she had done to herself, and that wasn’t fair. That wasn’t fair in the slightest.
She pulled back from the toilet, sitting against the wall of the tub behind her, pulling her knees in to her chest. She waited until the shaking from the dry heaves stopped, and then she let her forehead come to rest on top of her knees. She knew that she didn’t have a lot of options beyond trusting Sam. That she had to trust Sam because she didn’t have any other options. Bela didn’t like relying on other people to take care of her problems, because the last time she did, she wound up selling her soul. She wished that this hadn’t happened, that she had been smart enough not to let Sam into her bed that night, but the deed was done, and now she had to deal with the consequences. Consequences which included trusting Sam Winchester to save her from the big bad witch and give her the fairy tale ending she now was hoping for. She had to. Her child’s life depended on it.
It wasn’t just about her anymore, and that was far scarier than anything any demon could have done to her.
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