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rainbowfic2013-06-21 06:22 am
sharpeningthebones) wrote in rainbowfic2013-06-21 06:22 am
Halloween Orange
Name: Charley
Story: And The Devil Makes Three
Colors: Halloween Orange - Some little things get broken and a little means a lot
Supplies: Eraser
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kidnapping, hints of sexual assault
Word count;< 243
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Some days Molly could understand why He did the things he did. Some days she almost felt bad for Him.
They were the days when He wasn't Him but him.
He was only a man, a scared, broken man who was terrified of damnation and lonely after a loss.
They were the days where he would cry, hug her close and not let her go. He would stroke her hair, he would tell her that she was beautiful and he would never let hi hands wander, never get hard beneath her.
She sometimes tried to convince him to let her go in those times, she would try and convince him that he wold be fine without her, that she wouldn't tell anyone what he did and he would find a good place to go after he died.
But that would trigger him to turn into Him again and he would hold her too tightly, He would call her His.
The world would fall back into place, into the way she grew to know it. He wold take his rightful place in her mind as Him. The man, the simple, scared man would fall away, fade into Him like her wings fall into her back.
Maybe one day sh would look on him with forgiveness. Maybe one day she would look upon his dead body. Maybe one day...Maybe one day....
Maybe one day, she would know what to make of the man and the Man.
Story: And The Devil Makes Three
Colors: Halloween Orange - Some little things get broken and a little means a lot
Supplies: Eraser
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Kidnapping, hints of sexual assault
Word count;< 243
.
Some days Molly could understand why He did the things he did. Some days she almost felt bad for Him.
They were the days when He wasn't Him but him.
He was only a man, a scared, broken man who was terrified of damnation and lonely after a loss.
They were the days where he would cry, hug her close and not let her go. He would stroke her hair, he would tell her that she was beautiful and he would never let hi hands wander, never get hard beneath her.
She sometimes tried to convince him to let her go in those times, she would try and convince him that he wold be fine without her, that she wouldn't tell anyone what he did and he would find a good place to go after he died.
But that would trigger him to turn into Him again and he would hold her too tightly, He would call her His.
The world would fall back into place, into the way she grew to know it. He wold take his rightful place in her mind as Him. The man, the simple, scared man would fall away, fade into Him like her wings fall into her back.
Maybe one day sh would look on him with forgiveness. Maybe one day she would look upon his dead body. Maybe one day...Maybe one day....
Maybe one day, she would know what to make of the man and the Man.
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