Death In Her Eyes
Title: Death In Her Eyes
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: G
Word Count: 327
Characters/Pairings: Gilbert
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Belonging to Toby Whithouse
Spoilers/Time Line: First Season
Summery: Gilbert observes a moment with Annie.
Author’s Notes: for blackmamba_esq who was feeling blue and now it's her birthday (two in one! \o/)
He accompanied her to the place where the man she loves now lived. (He lived and she -former- didn't.
He walked a little behind her and kept his hands deep in pocket to curb the impulse to reach out to her.
He could touch her. She was like him.
He watched as she made food for Owen. (His favorite!)
He listened while she talked.
The things she'd say about him, when taken out of the context of her love, where ... off.
He noticed.
The look she got in her eyes ...
Gilbert had met a lot of wankers in his life time and had the displeasure of observing a bit more in the here after. He knew a bit about them. He also knew he could, on occasion, seem like one himself. But that wasn't true.
And this man was different.
He recognized something in Owen that haunted. The tone of his voice or the way he held himself when he sat in a chair was too ... put on; like he was trying too hard, wearing a mask.
He saw it slip a little, when Annie haunted their bathroom. He saw it in the other girl's face, in her eyes. There, in the tilt of her gaze, the set in her shoulders was a new, wet seedling of something that was like ... dying.
Gilbert recognized it. And if he were alive it would have made his stomach clench and his teeth hum.
Maybe the bloke was still torn up over losing Annie, that could be it, but it still didn't feel right.
He dug the cigarette out form behind his ear tucking it between his cool lips, not smoking it. He turned to leave and pulled his coat tighter around himself, sucking a little more heat out of the air around him. The best he could do was be there for Annie now, because she needed someone to be there for her right now.
Fandom: Being Human
Rating: G
Word Count: 327
Characters/Pairings: Gilbert
Disclaimer: Don’t own. Belonging to Toby Whithouse
Spoilers/Time Line: First Season
Summery: Gilbert observes a moment with Annie.
Author’s Notes: for blackmamba_esq who was feeling blue and now it's her birthday (two in one! \o/)
He accompanied her to the place where the man she loves now lived. (He lived and she -former- didn't.
He walked a little behind her and kept his hands deep in pocket to curb the impulse to reach out to her.
He could touch her. She was like him.
He watched as she made food for Owen. (His favorite!)
He listened while she talked.
The things she'd say about him, when taken out of the context of her love, where ... off.
He noticed.
The look she got in her eyes ...
Gilbert had met a lot of wankers in his life time and had the displeasure of observing a bit more in the here after. He knew a bit about them. He also knew he could, on occasion, seem like one himself. But that wasn't true.
And this man was different.
He recognized something in Owen that haunted. The tone of his voice or the way he held himself when he sat in a chair was too ... put on; like he was trying too hard, wearing a mask.
He saw it slip a little, when Annie haunted their bathroom. He saw it in the other girl's face, in her eyes. There, in the tilt of her gaze, the set in her shoulders was a new, wet seedling of something that was like ... dying.
Gilbert recognized it. And if he were alive it would have made his stomach clench and his teeth hum.
Maybe the bloke was still torn up over losing Annie, that could be it, but it still didn't feel right.
He dug the cigarette out form behind his ear tucking it between his cool lips, not smoking it. He turned to leave and pulled his coat tighter around himself, sucking a little more heat out of the air around him. The best he could do was be there for Annie now, because she needed someone to be there for her right now.