Title: Words of the Body
Summary: Short drabbles of the interconnection of Tiva and the Body.
Ratings : T
Disclaimer: Mmm…
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Heartbeat
One heart.
A pulse.
One beat.
A million reasons.
But for Tony, there was only one. One reason why he left the comforts of his own homeland and ventured to another.
For another.
For her.
A human heart is the soul's time bomb, and most are hypnotized by its unfailing tick as each beat counts the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, a life time. It is not until when something snaps deep within like a click of a finger that stops the hearts' spellbind. And reality stumbles in, a little disorientated by the suffocated capsule it'd been trapped in.
Everyone is different; some find it young, some old. A million reasons indeed.
A pulse through a doctor's eyes is another life saved. A pulse through a child's eye is nothing more than a resonance of sound. A pulse through a widow's eye is another moment longer in heartache over a loved one.
A pulse through Tony's eyes is a miracle. A simple thud and thump described what could be the most pondered about topic mankind have searched endlessly for. And with a single pull and release it mocked all, wrote a hundred page essay and chucked it in humanities' face.
It was a miracle because it was the only thing that proved to him that they were all wrong, that they were fucking bastards to have ever even thought of giving up on her. She had survived, though he couldn't possibly fathom how much strength and tolerance it must've taken for her to live through that hell hole.
And it was not surprising for him to find that he was also a little dead inside, that his heart had no longer beat for the million reasons that could have been. That life in itself lost all meaning, the beat in his heart had lost its rhythm. And every day was just plain routine; there was nothing spontaneous or impulsive about it. He knew what was coming left, right, up, down, the whole three-hundred sixty degrees.
At that point in time there were two things he wanted to achieve before he faded completely.
Vengeance and penance.
Vengeance because she shouldn't have gone down, and most definitely not in that horrid way. She was supposed to be his American Dream! Where they would get married and retire after years of dedicated effort and settle into a house with the white picket fence, with children and the family dog.
And he hated himself for that, he pushed her away. It was his fault. He was jealous and he is still jealous. The green monster turned him into exactly that.
But the sound of the single beat that pulsated evidently through her paper thin skin ignited the fire within him, the embers roared to life. Suddenly the vengeance and penance was gone! It was all about revenge and just getting her out alive; because he couldn't live without her... he died without her.
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A/N: Continue?Or else I'll just leave it as a one shot…