Right, well, this is my second Sanctuary fic. Well, this is more of a drabble, but still.
Another one-sided Teslen, because it's just too fun to write! Enjoy!
And I starve, I starve for you. But this new diet's liquid, and dulling to the senses, and it's crude, but it will do. - Hope You're Happy, Dashboard Confessional.
He hurts himself for her. He takes all the bullets she is willing to give him. He takes all of her unknowingly biting comments. He would die for her, multiple times. He would take on a whole family of rapidly reproducing Nubbins to win her heart. He would even take on the Big Guy to earn her love. He waited for over a century, hoping, praying that he would be able to steal her away from the one man that least deserved her. He waited still, hoping she would come to her senses at some point and realize that she loved him.
People thought he was arrogant, rude, cocky. Some thought he had taken a vow of celibacy (he scoffed at that particular notion, because even if he had taken such a vow, he would've broken it the moment she confessed her love). Some even went as far as to insinuate that he had, as they so eloquently put it, "switched teams". He was happy to take all of this on, though. To bear the burden of their inner thoughts and whispered theories. He would do anything for her, the one woman who had won his cold heart.
She denied him. When he confessed his love for her the first time, she had looked shocked, confused, and perhaps a little scared. The look in her eyes still haunted him, made him cringe as his nigh-eidetic memory recreated the scene in his mind. The second time, he was prepared for the strong sense of rejection and pain that coursed through him, though it didn't dull that pain.
Strangely, however, he did find something that dulled his pain, dulled everything, just a bit. The vibrantly coloured liquid that had stolen a small piece of his soul - the largest chunk belonging to her, of course. He had soon grown dependant upon the liquid, even though he could never truly make himself drunk from it. True, he felt slightly "buzzed", but sometimes, he almost wished to be mortal, so he could drink himself into the oblivion of a drunken state.
That is why now, he pillages her wine cellar. He takes the most expensive wines first, rolling the flavours around on his tongue, a bitter part of him knowing that even the best wine doesn't taste as extraordinary as she would. Yet he still drank, numbing his senses, dulling his brilliant mind, even thought it was a weak numbness, and a weak dullness.
Nikola Tesla had fallen to the crude, callous act of drinking excessively. Hmm. He supposed it was just another thing he would do for his Helen Magnus.
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