Disclaimer: See, there's this god that walks around on earth, and this god, he owns 'em all. Bow down to the great Joss! Ya'know, 'cause I'm just a lowly fan who likes to sneak in and borrow the characters; Hey, I promised to return 'em, eventually.
Author's Notes: Ugh, I was watching some B/S heavy eppy's recently, and omigods, could those two have just avoided that "one last comment?" Okay, so yeah people I deal with are messed up too, but at least not that crazy. Those two needed to shut up and realize they really like each other before the damn end of the freaking show. So maybe I'm a little angry, but I got that out in angsty stories, here I'm getting out my sadness. The whole thing had such potential, and it makes me sad. So, this probably isn't that sad of a story, just me expressing some minor bitching as someone else. E-mail cookies to the person who guesses whose POV this is from! *_^
Summary: A unique and uninhibited view on maybe the most complicated "non-relationship" in the Buffy-Verse.
Rated: PG-13
Date Started/Finished: June 19th 2003
Understanding
By ~Delenn~
It's like seeing entire nations fall and die, watching them. They think I can't understand, but I do, I see more then ever, not being part of it all, regulated to by-stander status.
I see every bite, scratch, and cut inflicted. I see all the wounds and bruises, both inside and out. I watch eyes deflating from punches too hard and concentrated to be from a normal fight, I see finger marks on arms bruises on everything else.
But most of all, I see the look in their eyes when the other isn't paying attention, when no one is paying attention but me. I see the half glances and the "accidental" brushes of bodies. And somehow those looks don't match up with the bruises, and it confuses them how that can be, I can see it.
To me the whole thing is obvious, and I'm just waiting for them to catch up with the program.
Underneath the scratches there's something, something that keeps them coming back and makes them breathe harder when the other is near. Below all the useless stuff, if either of them could take a moment from being stubborn and listen, they'd hear it; see it.
The truth.
Because the way they look at each other, everyone else even half looking could see, beneath it all, there are real feelings. Not hurt or pain or disgust. Not the self-loathing that they would admit to, more then that.
Because "you hurt the ones you love," yeah, I understand it all right.
I see everything perfectly, they love each other, and if they would take two seconds to let that remark pass as probably having been said harmlessly, they would see it too.
Maybe that's why they stay so determined, so they don't have to look below it and see that they're in love, really, truly, fairy-tale in love. And maybe that love is festering and bruised, but in its own way it's beautiful, because they've never been normal and their love shouldn't be either. It's extra, different but above everything else, just like them.
I see it all, and I see that every mean word comes from having missed that look that said it all, from not being willing to let go of pride first. Really, they are the stubbornest people that ever existed, but maybe they'll finally figure it out.
Because pretty soon even dead people will get it, and I mean the in the ground dead people not the walking around dead people, and confusing much?
I just hope they figure it out before they beat each other into a pulp because that would be kinda bad. See, I even get the whole wow massively messed upness of it all.
How's that for understanding?
The End
Author's Notes: Ugh, I was watching some B/S heavy eppy's recently, and omigods, could those two have just avoided that "one last comment?" Okay, so yeah people I deal with are messed up too, but at least not that crazy. Those two needed to shut up and realize they really like each other before the damn end of the freaking show. So maybe I'm a little angry, but I got that out in angsty stories, here I'm getting out my sadness. The whole thing had such potential, and it makes me sad. So, this probably isn't that sad of a story, just me expressing some minor bitching as someone else. E-mail cookies to the person who guesses whose POV this is from! *_^
Summary: A unique and uninhibited view on maybe the most complicated "non-relationship" in the Buffy-Verse.
Rated: PG-13
Date Started/Finished: June 19th 2003
By ~Delenn~
It's like seeing entire nations fall and die, watching them. They think I can't understand, but I do, I see more then ever, not being part of it all, regulated to by-stander status.
I see every bite, scratch, and cut inflicted. I see all the wounds and bruises, both inside and out. I watch eyes deflating from punches too hard and concentrated to be from a normal fight, I see finger marks on arms bruises on everything else.
But most of all, I see the look in their eyes when the other isn't paying attention, when no one is paying attention but me. I see the half glances and the "accidental" brushes of bodies. And somehow those looks don't match up with the bruises, and it confuses them how that can be, I can see it.
To me the whole thing is obvious, and I'm just waiting for them to catch up with the program.
Underneath the scratches there's something, something that keeps them coming back and makes them breathe harder when the other is near. Below all the useless stuff, if either of them could take a moment from being stubborn and listen, they'd hear it; see it.
The truth.
Because the way they look at each other, everyone else even half looking could see, beneath it all, there are real feelings. Not hurt or pain or disgust. Not the self-loathing that they would admit to, more then that.
Because "you hurt the ones you love," yeah, I understand it all right.
I see everything perfectly, they love each other, and if they would take two seconds to let that remark pass as probably having been said harmlessly, they would see it too.
Maybe that's why they stay so determined, so they don't have to look below it and see that they're in love, really, truly, fairy-tale in love. And maybe that love is festering and bruised, but in its own way it's beautiful, because they've never been normal and their love shouldn't be either. It's extra, different but above everything else, just like them.
I see it all, and I see that every mean word comes from having missed that look that said it all, from not being willing to let go of pride first. Really, they are the stubbornest people that ever existed, but maybe they'll finally figure it out.
Because pretty soon even dead people will get it, and I mean the in the ground dead people not the walking around dead people, and confusing much?
I just hope they figure it out before they beat each other into a pulp because that would be kinda bad. See, I even get the whole wow massively messed upness of it all.
How's that for understanding?
