In the Darkness
Daniel Craig's Bond
Disclaimer: I in no way own James Bond, I only have my over-active imagination.
A/N: This isn't brilliant, because I literally wrote it in fifteen minutes. It was inspired by a power cut we had last night and I had to sit in near darkness for about an hour. Thanks to way2cool4uXX for the beta :)
He likes the dark.
He likes the way it obscures everything, hides him and his secrets. He likes the dark in London, where it is never truly black, but casts orange and silver tinges over everything; giving an odd new spectrum of colours that never cease to interest and amuse him.
He also likes the pitch black dark, different from the city's near constant light and noise. It is peaceful and still, and his deeds go unnoticed and un-judged in the blackness.
He also hates the dark. Sometimes the dark is too quiet and too still, and it forces him to think, forces him to remember.
Complete darkness reminds him of his nights at Skyfall when he was young; where there were no city lights to cast grey shadows over his surroundings and no comforting orange glows from other houses. Just the darkness of the moors.
Sometimes it is stifling, keeping himself in shadow. It curls around his edges and plays tricks on his mind. It has let go of him once, teasingly, with Vesper. He sees the irony of it now; vesper, the evening, the beginning of darkness. It drags him back and seats itself firmly in him, because darkness destroys the evening just as it has destroyed her.
Yes, James Bond likes the dark. But he also hates it.