I do not own these characters.
An idea that came to me during a rewatch of DN. Im a depressing kid of lass. I will write something more uplifting in the future. Many promises!
Hot. Dangerous. Mysterious. Determined. Clinically Insane. Passionate. Stubborn. Unyielding. Arrogant.
Prick of a man!
Yet she simply could not stay away.
He hurt her. She ran away.
He called her. She came back.
This is how they rolled.
Sensitive. She really was. She loved animals. Gardening. Fixing things.
She wanted to fix him.
No-one could fix him.
He wore a leather jacket. She adored that smell. Musky, male.
He moved about constantly, like a spider, afraid to keep a web in one place for too long.
"Just In case…" he said.
She demanded commitment. Safely. Somewhere she could call home.
He could not give that to her. He was not that kind of man.
"Bitch. Slut. Whore" he called her. He did not mean them. His kisses were so soft, passionate.
Then he would go and leave her all alone. In the small dirty apartment.
She would clean. Tidy. Make him dinner.
It always went cold….. Still…..just… In case….
She had given up her name for him. What was it? She could barely remember anymore.
She took a bath in a dirty bathtub, scrubbing off imaginary dirt.
She stood slowly looking at herself naked in a gleaming mirror.
This was not the young girl she knew. Tired, Haggard, Cold.
She touched her face. She could not bring warmth to it.
She sat at a lonely dinning table, reading a note he had taken care to write her.
"Got to go. Back soon" Was scribbled quickly. It was not his handwriting but Matt`s. He did not dot his I`s.
Going into the bedroom, she lifted the covers to her face and smelt them. His smell. Musky, familiar.
She grew angry. Here she was a modern day Lady of Shallot. A few quick moments of pleasure with her Lancelot, and she was bound to her tower. Only seeing the real world from a window.
She still would not leave…just…In case.
"Its not safe outside" he commanded. True. They would be looking for Him. Her.
She had everything here. Food. Television. Board Games. She did not have him.
"The Terrorist was gunned down…body found burnt inside the church" She listened but did not hear.
Still she saw the rosary.
Three weeks it had been since they last returned. That was normal she said.
Three weeks she had sat, taking a bath every 2 hours. Fixing her make up every 5.
"Back soon" she read. It was not his handwriting but Matt's. He did not dot his I`s.
She looked at the clock. 6 pm. Time for dinner.
She knew it would remain cold but…just…In case.