a long enough timeline - SN ficlet - PG13
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tigriswolfTitle: a long enough timeline
Fandom: "Supernatural"
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun. Title from Fight Club.
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: Azazel/OFC
Rating: PG13
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 360
Notes: for
fleshflutter, on account of her birthday
There is a yellow-eyed child in the cradle. It is a soft creature of flesh and blood and bone, of malice and need and desperation.
She wants to leave it. It is not hers, cannot be hers. It is other—it is his, his spawn, his creation. Not hers. Never hers.
It blinks up at her, makes a small cooing sound, a babble of nonsense syllables. Trying to lure her in, to trick and deceive her. But she won’t give in; she won’t fall for this notchild’s game, this interloper’s deception.
There is a yellow-eyed child in the cradle, and it is not hers. It looks up at her with large eyes, waving tiny arms, spreading tiny fingers and closing them into tiny fists. It looks up at her, but it is not hers. Cannot be hers. Those yellow eyes gleam, revealing the truth of its father. This is not the child she carried within her, fed with her own energy and body. It must be a changeling, left by its father. Left in place of her own sweet babe.
It giggles, reaching for her. It giggles, looking soft and innocent, and she hates it. Loathes it. Wishes, with everything in her, to kill it. It will be a threat, once grown. Perhaps the greatest since its father. But she can do nothing. That is the deal, the devil-bargain she made.
She steps back from the cradle. From the child-shaped monster. Looks down and away, turning to leave. She will care for the yellow-eyed devilspawn. She will give it food and clothing and shelter. She will raise it, and one day maybe her own child will be given back to her.
There is a yellow-eyed child in the cradle. She leaves it, going to curl beside her husband.
There’s a good girl, the child’s father croons.
She flinches, burrowing under her man’s arm, breathing in his scent. Leave me alone, she begs. I’ve done what you asked. I’ll keep my end of the bargain.
Yes, you will, he murmurs; a phantom hand caresses her neck. You raise my heir and one day I’ll return your daughter, your sweet little Mary.
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Date: 2008-06-21 12:58 pm (UTC)*shivers*
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Date: 2008-06-21 01:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-06-21 03:05 pm (UTC)THAT was amazing. I love the repetition, jut to really emphasise what the woman is desiring so much. And i also love the tie-in with Mary! My GOD, i was so shocked!
Its so cool how the YED decided to have an heir - its definitely a smart thing to do!
As always, a great story that blows me away.
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Date: 2008-06-21 07:58 pm (UTC)Favorite lines:
It is a soft creature of flesh and blood and bone, of malice and need and desperation.
I really like how you phrased this.
It giggles, reaching for her. It giggles, looking soft and innocent, and she hates it. Loathes it. Wishes, with everything in her, to kill it.
You give it such human qualities here that it’s easy to start thinking, “Maybe it’s not so bad.” But yikes on its potential.
From the child-shaped monster.
Nicely phrased.
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