Title: Disillusionment
Author: Becca
Rating: G
Spoilers: Pre series
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Magic, she'd never believed in. Illusions, tricks of the mind, the use of misdirection to achieve the desired ends. She was experienced with those. She prided herself on maintaining illusions, they had kept her alive for years. The world around her had always been dark, dark with lies and deceptions. She had no choice but to adapt and thrive in it.
She'd spent years lying to the man she loved. Deceiving him beyond all reason and still he remained the brightest part of her world. Until her daughter had been born. That had not bee part of the plan, it had been something she wanted. Something, Lord knew, that she'd needed. She loved that little girl beyond sanity, beyond life. Her entire heart seemed to have no room for anything else except her family. She worried that she might burst from the sensation as the warmth flowed through her body.
The day the phone call came she cried. She cried, as Irina had never done before, the tears falling from her eyes in large morose droplets, hitting the kitchen counter and collecting there without her notice. She was to leave her little girl tomorrow. She was to die to that she could live.
She wiped a hand over her face, brushing off the remnants of the tears as her other hand gripped the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strain. Laura cried, but only with good reason, it could do to be caught in a moment of weakness like this. Her daughter would be home from school soon. Tonight would be their last night together and she wasn't going to waste it by being in a melancholy mood.
She walked down the hall to the bathroom and washed her face and hands of all the red saline trails left behind. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had aged, it was not a shock. She'd come to grips, long ago, with the fact that she was no longer 20 years old. She was still shy of 30 with a 6-year-old daughter and a husband she'd loved for at least that long. Her face was softer than it had been. Her eyes normally a warm brown, appeared cold and hard today. She worked hard to reanimate that warmth before Sydney got home.
She kept telling herself that she was doing this to protect her family. She had to leave them in order to save them.
A week later, she watched them stand over her "body" crying. Her daughter holding a white rose, fresh trails of tears running down her angelic face. Her husband, with tears in his eyes, but none on his cheeks. They stood in black, seeping into the darkness of her world. Moving farther into illusion. His hand rested comfortingly on her shoulders as they shook with her sobs, her back up against her father's legs.
It broke her heart, but she turned and drove away.
Author: Becca
Rating: G
Spoilers: Pre series
Disclaimer: Don't own them.
Magic, she'd never believed in. Illusions, tricks of the mind, the use of misdirection to achieve the desired ends. She was experienced with those. She prided herself on maintaining illusions, they had kept her alive for years. The world around her had always been dark, dark with lies and deceptions. She had no choice but to adapt and thrive in it.
She'd spent years lying to the man she loved. Deceiving him beyond all reason and still he remained the brightest part of her world. Until her daughter had been born. That had not bee part of the plan, it had been something she wanted. Something, Lord knew, that she'd needed. She loved that little girl beyond sanity, beyond life. Her entire heart seemed to have no room for anything else except her family. She worried that she might burst from the sensation as the warmth flowed through her body.
The day the phone call came she cried. She cried, as Irina had never done before, the tears falling from her eyes in large morose droplets, hitting the kitchen counter and collecting there without her notice. She was to leave her little girl tomorrow. She was to die to that she could live.
She wiped a hand over her face, brushing off the remnants of the tears as her other hand gripped the counter so tightly that her knuckles turned white from the strain. Laura cried, but only with good reason, it could do to be caught in a moment of weakness like this. Her daughter would be home from school soon. Tonight would be their last night together and she wasn't going to waste it by being in a melancholy mood.
She walked down the hall to the bathroom and washed her face and hands of all the red saline trails left behind. She looked at herself in the mirror. She had aged, it was not a shock. She'd come to grips, long ago, with the fact that she was no longer 20 years old. She was still shy of 30 with a 6-year-old daughter and a husband she'd loved for at least that long. Her face was softer than it had been. Her eyes normally a warm brown, appeared cold and hard today. She worked hard to reanimate that warmth before Sydney got home.
She kept telling herself that she was doing this to protect her family. She had to leave them in order to save them.
A week later, she watched them stand over her "body" crying. Her daughter holding a white rose, fresh trails of tears running down her angelic face. Her husband, with tears in his eyes, but none on his cheeks. They stood in black, seeping into the darkness of her world. Moving farther into illusion. His hand rested comfortingly on her shoulders as they shook with her sobs, her back up against her father's legs.
It broke her heart, but she turned and drove away.
