Macbeth (ShakespeaRe-Told): Close (025: Strangers)
Title: Close
Fandom: Macbeth (ShakespeaRe-Told version)
Characters: Joe Macbeth, Ella Macbeth.
Prompt: Strangers
Word Count: 197
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: The table for the ShakespeaRe-Told version of Macbeth is here.
“I feel - I feel like I can do anything, Ella.” His laughter has changed, she thinks. He is changing, and she cannot pretend that it does not frighten her. “They don’t - nobody knows. Billy might have worked it out, but - ”
“- but now he’s dead,” she says, quietly, watching him for some reaction.
She isn’t sure what she is expecting - some flicker of remorse, something - but Joe just laughs again, that breathless, half-crazed laugh that sends shivers down her spine. “So nobody can find out, now. There’s nobody left.”
There’s nobody left, she thinks. You’re not the man I used to know, she thinks. You’re not the man I used to know. What happened to us?
“I have everything now,” he breathes, not looking at her. “This is what I wanted.”
But that’s not right, she thinks. It’s what I wanted. You would never have done any of this if it weren’t for me.
He looks at her, his eyes a little wider than usual, and she wonders do you even know what I’ve done to you?
“We’ve won,” he whispers. She wishes that he would stop smiling.
I don’t know you any more. “I know.”
Fandom: Macbeth (ShakespeaRe-Told version)
Characters: Joe Macbeth, Ella Macbeth.
Prompt: Strangers
Word Count: 197
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: The table for the ShakespeaRe-Told version of Macbeth is here.
“I feel - I feel like I can do anything, Ella.” His laughter has changed, she thinks. He is changing, and she cannot pretend that it does not frighten her. “They don’t - nobody knows. Billy might have worked it out, but - ”
“- but now he’s dead,” she says, quietly, watching him for some reaction.
She isn’t sure what she is expecting - some flicker of remorse, something - but Joe just laughs again, that breathless, half-crazed laugh that sends shivers down her spine. “So nobody can find out, now. There’s nobody left.”
There’s nobody left, she thinks. You’re not the man I used to know, she thinks. You’re not the man I used to know. What happened to us?
“I have everything now,” he breathes, not looking at her. “This is what I wanted.”
But that’s not right, she thinks. It’s what I wanted. You would never have done any of this if it weren’t for me.
He looks at her, his eyes a little wider than usual, and she wonders do you even know what I’ve done to you?
“We’ve won,” he whispers. She wishes that he would stop smiling.
I don’t know you any more. “I know.”