pairechallenge drabble #25, look: "Burning Images"
Title: Burning Images
Characters/Paring: Claire/Peter (implied)
Rating: G
Word Count: 275
Spoilers/Warnings: It takes place in season 2, so no.
Summary: Sometimes, when she’s daydreaming or lost in thought, she’ll see him from the corner of her eye.
Disclaimer: Don't own. D:
A/N: I reaaaally wanted to do something different for this challenge, but this bunny attacked me and sunk its teeth in my shoulder and wouldn't let go until I finished! So yes. :) (I honestly think it was just the urge to use the word eidolon and it took off from there. XD) I hope you guys enjoy! Written for pairechallenge. :)
Sometimes, when she’s daydreaming or lost in thought, she’ll see him from the corner of her eye--a flash of dark hair and a wide, lopsided smile that’s directed only at her. But then, when she turns to look, he’s gone--disappeared into the void of an eidolon he’s become.
She tries to forget, she really does, but he’s always there--haunting in the corners of her mind and appearing, it seems, whenever she needs a reminder that he’s her hero and heroes never truly die. She tries not to look, tries to ignore his image burning just out of sight, but the ache in her chest always seems to overpower the shields in her mind. Her head swivels, turns so fast she thinks her neck might actually snap one of these days, and he’s gone. Each time he’s gone, and it’s in those moments that she feels the most alone.
And then she sees him on the television one day, hair cropped short, eyes panicked and not at all looking at her with that quirked smile she always sees. She squeezes her eyes shut, convinced that this is just another trick of the mind, but when she opens them he’s still there, solid and whole and alive.
He’s still there, and when he glances up in a frenzy towards the camera Claire swears he’s looking straight at her, somehow. It’s a look that bores right through the television and straight into her soul, heats her up inside in that familiar way she’s been deprived of for so long.
“Peter,” she whispers, hand stretching out to touch the cool glass of the screen. “You’re alive.”
Characters/Paring: Claire/Peter (implied)
Rating: G
Word Count: 275
Spoilers/Warnings: It takes place in season 2, so no.
Summary: Sometimes, when she’s daydreaming or lost in thought, she’ll see him from the corner of her eye.
Disclaimer: Don't own. D:
A/N: I reaaaally wanted to do something different for this challenge, but this bunny attacked me and sunk its teeth in my shoulder and wouldn't let go until I finished! So yes. :) (I honestly think it was just the urge to use the word eidolon and it took off from there. XD) I hope you guys enjoy! Written for pairechallenge. :)
Sometimes, when she’s daydreaming or lost in thought, she’ll see him from the corner of her eye--a flash of dark hair and a wide, lopsided smile that’s directed only at her. But then, when she turns to look, he’s gone--disappeared into the void of an eidolon he’s become.
She tries to forget, she really does, but he’s always there--haunting in the corners of her mind and appearing, it seems, whenever she needs a reminder that he’s her hero and heroes never truly die. She tries not to look, tries to ignore his image burning just out of sight, but the ache in her chest always seems to overpower the shields in her mind. Her head swivels, turns so fast she thinks her neck might actually snap one of these days, and he’s gone. Each time he’s gone, and it’s in those moments that she feels the most alone.
And then she sees him on the television one day, hair cropped short, eyes panicked and not at all looking at her with that quirked smile she always sees. She squeezes her eyes shut, convinced that this is just another trick of the mind, but when she opens them he’s still there, solid and whole and alive.
He’s still there, and when he glances up in a frenzy towards the camera Claire swears he’s looking straight at her, somehow. It’s a look that bores right through the television and straight into her soul, heats her up inside in that familiar way she’s been deprived of for so long.
“Peter,” she whispers, hand stretching out to touch the cool glass of the screen. “You’re alive.”