Pairing: Adam/Angela
She was soft on the outside and cold on the inside, a crooked smile as she pulled me in with one little finger and one make-up covered kiss.
A smile, cold and demanding covers her lips as she complains about being a mother of two little boys that always seem to find trouble and a husband that never seems to be there to give her what she needs.
I just whisper sweet nothings into her ear and say 'you have me old mum, you have me'
She wants me but some days she just wants to rip my power from me and use it as her own, grumbling about wrinkles that don't seem to be there and gray hairs she always seems to find.
One day after being the mother and the wife for the world to see and envy, she slips into see me with tired eyes and pouting lips that only want to find mine and melt away with me.
"I hate him, I HATE him. He wants me to be everything and I don't know if I can do it."
It wasn't her, the glossy eyes filled with tears and hate, the motherly way she came in afraid of being away from little Peter and Nathan, it seemed they had started to grow on her.
Her words and voice always cold and indifferent always seemed to soften at Peter's name, how he smiled at her, crooked and loving.
How he said, 'mama' and how soft his heart was, far from what she was.
Nathan was the golden child in her husband's eyes, the one that would take this world by storm with his charming smiles and good breeding, but always Peter was the shining one in her eyes the one that she could give all the love she had and treat as her baby, her only one.
"Shhh, shhh. How's Peter?"
The glossy eyes turned bright just at the start of his name, a little smile blossomed on her lips and she became more herself then what he made her like when ever he opened his mouth or took one tiny step in the world.
"Forever being tormented by his brother the great president, I swear Simon is screwing him up more each day, do that be this, rule the world my boy. When he's done with his master piece I wonder if I'll still see my son. Anyway, Peter's still a weak little boy but his heart isn't. I just know he'll never be like his father, I just know it."
A tiny little smile over took her mouth and she was happy a word she would surly never say in her life unless Peter asked her too.
I kissed her hair away from her face, knowing that a little bit of her happiness and smile would disappear when I left, when I let lose death on the world.
"I'll miss you."
"Oh, Adam I'll be back tomorrow you big softy."
I forced a smile thinking 'but I won't, but I won't.'
