Story : Moments Of Madness,
Chapter: 2 ; Of Feeling Submerged.
Author: Ani
Rating: T ( For now some shots like this are more K but others may be M)
Summary: A collection of one-shots, concerning our favorite Paire; Peter and Claire. Some will be short, some will be long, some will be serious others, just a fleeting moment of madness or a laughter filled smile.
Chapter Summary: A prose/poem , meant to be an in the moment, type thing, a fleeting instance in which Claire contemplates her life with Peter.
Submerged. The surface floats just above my parted lips as I wait.
Breathless.
Hanging on your every word, don't stop-speaking for if you do then silence will hold court and take you away from me. Take your mind to places of reason and morality; I can't let you go just yet so I gasp for air as you mutter something about your day. Words tumble from your smooth lips and rush through my head - words they are- something arbitrary and meaningless – grocery shopping with Mohinder – the sentence taunts me with it's normality but the façade is broken as your eyes wage an inner war on me, posing silent questions and 'what ifs?'.
Don't tempt me Peter, don't fucking look at me like you care, don't brush the side of my wrist so gently – almost caress - and then pretend you were just calling me for dinner. "
"Don't leave me like this –drowning- with a life raft just out of reach, don't fail me peter, your supposed to be my hero." You stop mid sentence, surprise filling your face, and you reach a –tempting.taunting.hoping- hand out to me but stop short of touching. I feel the air leave my lungs,- drown me,drown me- my hand clasps itself tightly over my mouth. How much did I utter aloud? " Claire" Your words are a slow smooth whisper and as the tumbling torrents of water begin to cascade down my face you embrace me.
And I'm closer now, the surface is reachable.
"I'll always be there for you." The words trickle through my golden waves and into my ear. I shiver, elated.
I can feel my self rising, rising, my face tipped upward ready to feel the air on my face, ready to breath.
Then your lips brush my cheek, and I feel my self sinking again,- guilt morals and lingering what ifs- water blurs my vision as I try and keep myself from tilting my frown to meet your smile.
You pull back and the surface becomes too high to reach.
I can survive, just a little longer, baited, breathless and yearning for that unreachable break in this salty liquid.
I can wait, just keep talking, keep the silence filled
And keep me hanging on your word - just under the surface - Submerged.
Spur of the moment attempt at a "flowing" style of writing.
Comments, (constructive) Critique ?
-Ani