this one-shot was inspired by George Lamond's song 'Distant Heart' I hope you enjoy-JasZ
It's like a game that they play… whether they want to or not… They have no choice but keep distances between the two. It's a punishment that they both love and hate. Love because, it protects their wounded hearts; hate it reasons that the heart yearns for the other half.
They need one another to survive, without the other there is no point in living. They are shells of what they use to be. They allow many to come and go but they never stand tall beside the one they left behind. It's true they have their flaws and faults but who doesn't.
It's always her that walks away from him. It kills him to see her slender frame walking further away from him. He can't do anything.. not even reach out in fear that she'll reject him like he had once. Years of living alone with her memory in mind. He doesn't even want to image the men she's been with… whom she allowed to be with her in such matter other then holding hands. He can't, he wants to cross that line and woo her back into his arms…
She loathes that she can't get rid of all emotions that he brings out of her. Once before she buried it all down… that's when she assumed he was dead. But when discovering he was alive and well… It killed her. He didn't go after her… that showed how much he loved her… his words don't affect as they use to. It's his actions. He always leaves her behind. That's why she walks away.
When they bump into each other in the French Quarter she pretends not to care. He just does what his surrogate father taught him. That is why he's the one to step the line and go to her. He can't help to say to her. To hear her voice… it doesn't matter if she's spilling words of hate towards him. Or that of love… he just needs her to say something to him. His aching heart stops hurting and sways to the sound of her voice.
But for her, she can't pretend anymore… she can't repaint her smile. Curse him out. Times like this she wants to run. But she doesn't she's a Mikaelson… She doesn't run from just anything. She runs to survive when Papa dearest gets the upper hand. But never with a minor threat: that goes by love. Sure she has to walk away from him when her damnable eyes start to ach with unshed tears.
They both pretend to be okay with the way things are going in their lives… Marcel starting a new romance… Rebekah well running off alone until Hope came along for the ride. They each live different lives… that always seems to call out for their lost love. Their hearts always keeping them safe until the other half returns; until the time is right.
It's why they do what they do. Always keeping their distance… not wanting to make a mistake. If a mistake is made they retreat once again. It's why they keep their hearts in arms length… not wanting to the pain that love comes with. They both carry Distant Hearts.
There you have it. I know I said i have someone happy... but i have yet to write it. I will thou. This isn't the only one-shot posted today. there's another one called 'Just A Dream' another Rebel One-shot...Let me know what you guys think. -JasZ