I DON'T OWN HELLBOY.
This is probably going to be one of my only chapter stories that I'll do. I'm not good with chapters really. So enjoy this one!
Next will be Bree, then John, then Nuada.
OH! And to answer someone's question about a John/Nuada pairing... I personally don't like to do slash fics with caracters unless they are explicitly stated to be gay. Honestly, it kind of annoys me when people do this, because when a character in a fanfic is portrayed as gay, it's usually because that's what the author wants, and not what the creator did. I find that kinda disrespectful, but that's just me. ANYWAY... Neither of these characters have shown really any hint of being gay, so I'm going to say that they'll stay straight.
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Tales From the Freezer IV, Part One
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Scopes
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Alison liked looking through binoculars and scopes. She enjoyed seeing everything so closely from so far away. It was cool to see everything so clearly, despite not being close enough to look at it in detail. But at the same time, it was kind of like spying. How likely was it that she could just walk up to someone and just watch them, the way they moved around obstacles and people, the way they held themselves, the way they looked in certain lights? It wasn't likely at all.
The problem was she enjoyed doing this. You learned a lot from someone just by watching them. Body movement was very much a reflection of personality, and it gave her insight into people. Unfortunately, she got little chance to see people through these lenses because they were underground, in dark, cold halls.
But she knew John and Bree well enough already honestly. Bree liked to walk fast, with big strides, but she had confidence and held herself in a way that said "I'm here. If you don't like it, fuck you." She had eyes that could bore holes into skulls and a tongue that could send someone's mind spinning off the deep end.
John held himself quietly. He wasn't obtrusive, but neither was he invisible. He had a quality about him, a sort of distinct aura, but without the new agey connotation. He was easy to sum up though, really. He was the knight on the trusted steed, who would stay away until needed and then come galloping in. And the funny part was everyone knew it but him. It was so obvious he was good; it was almost like a fact, like you'd say 'John is good' like you'd say 'two plus two is four'. He just had that kind of caring eyes that shouted his purity. Alison thought it was nice that someone could still have those eyes after so much stuff.
Nuada on the other hand… she had to 'sneak' a few looks at him to see what he was about. When he was outside in the snow, training… or dancing… whatever it was, he'd spend hours in the snow just moving, like he was practicing karate or something. Alison, wanting to know about his movements (and maybe because he was just nice to look at), she'd sneak up to this little balcony with the perfect little spot where if she laid on her stomach, she could see right where Nuada would stand perfectly. With binoculars, she got a perfect shot, even if she did have to lay on stone outside in the snow. But to get a look at the prince move like he did… it was totally worth it.
He moved like nothing she'd ever seen before. He moved like he was fluid as water, hard as rock, like an ethereal being. It made sense since he wasn't human. But he always had this look on his face, and no matter how white and pale his skin and hair was, his eyes were black and cold, his face as empty as a wall of ice. But his body moved like it was sad. Like all he had to live for were those motions that he went through step by step. And he seemed like he hated it, the emptiness. Sometimes Alison wished she could help him. She wished she could help Bree and John too. They all seemed aimless and sad, like panthers or bears pacing along the edges of their cages and not being able to get out and run like they were meant to. Alison, she was happy just being there with people but she wished she could help them.
But since she didn't know how and so couldn't, she just sighed and watched Nuada through her scope. Maybe something would come to her… eventually… For now, she would watch and learn. That was one of the things she did best.
Nothing fancy, just a character's thoughts on other characters. Reviews are nice...
