Continuity: Catalysts
Length: Ficlet
Pairings: 1xR
Prompt: Pinch me to waking
Teaser: He assumes that's part of their attraction to each other. She's not something he can conquer, and he'll be damned if he'll let anyone else try.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5402695/5/Catalysts
Disclaimer: GW = not mine.
Author's Note: And now, I'm putting this series out of its misery.
Catalysts
by mistress amethyst une
Slumber
The sound of her voice, though not particularly commanding, captures the full attention of her audience. Physically, she's far from the stereotypical embodiment of feminine beauty but she's prone to turning heads wherever she goes. There's just something about her, a dogged insistence on living despite the world's eagerness to end her life, an unmatched joie de vivre...
And yet, she spends the better part of her leisure time in the company of the man who once swore to kill her.
Not that he ever could.
He assumes that's part of their attraction to each other. She's not something he can conquer, and he'll be damned if he'll let anyone else try. Meanwhile, he's more than willing to let her take him over.
But she won't.
It's just not in her nature.
If she asked, he would kill for her.
Instead, she seeks the opposite; she desires a world bereft of blood.
And so, he sits at the sidelines as she charms the snakes that approach, sometimes only narrowly cheating death.
She cheats death thanks to the boy who swore to kill her but never could. If he can't kill her, no one can.
But today, someone almost succeeds in extinguishing the light within her.
Stressed out, overworked, fatigued.
She puts herself out, and he's not there to catch her when she falls in that hallway.
To say he drives to the hospital like a madman would be an insult to insanity.
And there she lies, his sleeping princess...
She's pale. Her face is a black and white image. Dark circles mar her eyes as she wanders the world beneath her eyelids. He doesn't want to lay a finger on her, afraid of what a simple touch might inflict. She could change the world's fate with a few choice words but-
He refuses to complete the thought.
When she awakens, he's still there, casting his shadow over her as she manages a small smile.
Reaching out, she strokes his cheek before pinching it in a way that quirks his mouth into a smile that does a horrid job of mirroring hers.
The nightmare ends.
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Final prompt: pinch me to waking.