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alwaysenduphere) wrote2010-11-07 05:33 pm
alwaysenduphere) wrote2010-11-07 05:33 pm
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two comment fics from sharp_teeth
I keep meaning to post these here and forgetting. Ta-da.
title:the red, it filters through
summary/prompt:There's an old John Carpenter movie where hell exists on the other side of the mirrors. Hell is what Dean sees every time he looks into a mirror. Hell is what's staring back at him and he's not sure, as he reaches out his hand, if he's straining to reach it again or to push it away. He breaks a lot of mirrors, with his hands, with his head even, trying to find out or maybe trying to get back.
rating: r
warnings: torture/imagery
notes: gen, 173 words. title from a Chevelle lyric.
You see the world in blacks and greys, your own fucked-up version of colorblindness. It's only when you look in the mirror that you see in color, and even then, just in red. But red comes in many shades.
There's the vivid cherry of a freshly sliced throat, the muted wine of a dried up soul, the thick burgundy of a slow wound left to fester. You see it all when you look in the mirror. Some days it's familiar and you miss it, miss the cold weight of a scalpel in your hands, scarlet covering your fingertips.
Some days you even miss what it feels like to feel your own maroon blood spilling out your sides and into a puddle at your feet. It's on those days that the mirror mocks you, dares you to look in it, goads you into remembering how hell feels.
There's a world of charcoal and crimson just on the other side of the mirror, you can just reach out and-
There's blood on your knuckle, again.
~
title: fool me twice
summary/prompt: Almost ten years ago Neal Caffrey made a deal at a crossroads. What he doesn't know is that his hellhound already found him. Or that they can look human.
rating: PG
pairing: Neal/Kate
notes: A White Collar/Supernatural crossover. 458 words.
Neal Caffrey has been many things - charmer, rogue, thief, forger, artist, consultant - but only once has he been incredibly foolish.
"Ten years," the crossroads demon had said as her eyes flashed red. He'd agreed and kissed her with the same passion he made all business deals from then on, which is to say shrewd, quick, and effectively. It was in the same vein he treated most every person in life, as merely pawns on his chess board, moving them about and toppling them over as it suited his interests.
Everything changed a few weeks later, when he met Kate Moreau, who forever changed his opinion on the necessity of human companionship. She had the most gorgeous long legs, stunningly blue eyes, and a quick wit that nearly matched his, and together they ruled the world, or at least it felt like they did, right up until the moment Peter Burke caught up to them.
~
He sees Kate’s eyes flash red for the first time when they’re in Paris, France, fresh off their biggest job yet, a "five paintings, five cities" type of thing that Neal never would've completed without Kate's surprising idea to pose as French royalty. He plays it off as a trick of the light, as they're in bed together in a room with cherry red walls. She giggles as she comes down to kiss him, and when they break apart and she looks back up at him, it's just for a split second. He wants to tell her that she tastes unpleasant, like old wine and soured cheese, but he's a gentlemen so he can't tell her that, especially when they're in bed in a five star hotel.
~
The day he goes to prison, he thinks he sees it again. He's mostly forgotten the first time, but this time there's no mistaking it. She's looking at him with tears in her eyes, promising to visit him every week, and just as he’s looking her straight in the eye and telling her it’s best to stay away for a bit in case the FBI start looking into accomplices, that gorgeous blue turns crimson. It’s unnerving, and from then on, every time she comes to visit him, he can’t help but wonder what really lies under her charming exterior.
~
The pieces finally fall into place when he finds the bottle of Bordeaux Kate leaves behind for him in their apartment. It's all a lie, every refill of the bottle he ever made. There never was a bright future, only a future built on lies and one very stupid business arrangement.
The next time he sees her, there’s no mistaking the unnatural glow to her eyes. “We had a good ten years, didn't we?"
title:the red, it filters through
summary/prompt:There's an old John Carpenter movie where hell exists on the other side of the mirrors. Hell is what Dean sees every time he looks into a mirror. Hell is what's staring back at him and he's not sure, as he reaches out his hand, if he's straining to reach it again or to push it away. He breaks a lot of mirrors, with his hands, with his head even, trying to find out or maybe trying to get back.
rating: r
warnings: torture/imagery
notes: gen, 173 words. title from a Chevelle lyric.
You see the world in blacks and greys, your own fucked-up version of colorblindness. It's only when you look in the mirror that you see in color, and even then, just in red. But red comes in many shades.
There's the vivid cherry of a freshly sliced throat, the muted wine of a dried up soul, the thick burgundy of a slow wound left to fester. You see it all when you look in the mirror. Some days it's familiar and you miss it, miss the cold weight of a scalpel in your hands, scarlet covering your fingertips.
Some days you even miss what it feels like to feel your own maroon blood spilling out your sides and into a puddle at your feet. It's on those days that the mirror mocks you, dares you to look in it, goads you into remembering how hell feels.
There's a world of charcoal and crimson just on the other side of the mirror, you can just reach out and-
There's blood on your knuckle, again.
~
title: fool me twice
summary/prompt: Almost ten years ago Neal Caffrey made a deal at a crossroads. What he doesn't know is that his hellhound already found him. Or that they can look human.
rating: PG
pairing: Neal/Kate
notes: A White Collar/Supernatural crossover. 458 words.
Neal Caffrey has been many things - charmer, rogue, thief, forger, artist, consultant - but only once has he been incredibly foolish.
"Ten years," the crossroads demon had said as her eyes flashed red. He'd agreed and kissed her with the same passion he made all business deals from then on, which is to say shrewd, quick, and effectively. It was in the same vein he treated most every person in life, as merely pawns on his chess board, moving them about and toppling them over as it suited his interests.
Everything changed a few weeks later, when he met Kate Moreau, who forever changed his opinion on the necessity of human companionship. She had the most gorgeous long legs, stunningly blue eyes, and a quick wit that nearly matched his, and together they ruled the world, or at least it felt like they did, right up until the moment Peter Burke caught up to them.
~
He sees Kate’s eyes flash red for the first time when they’re in Paris, France, fresh off their biggest job yet, a "five paintings, five cities" type of thing that Neal never would've completed without Kate's surprising idea to pose as French royalty. He plays it off as a trick of the light, as they're in bed together in a room with cherry red walls. She giggles as she comes down to kiss him, and when they break apart and she looks back up at him, it's just for a split second. He wants to tell her that she tastes unpleasant, like old wine and soured cheese, but he's a gentlemen so he can't tell her that, especially when they're in bed in a five star hotel.
~
The day he goes to prison, he thinks he sees it again. He's mostly forgotten the first time, but this time there's no mistaking it. She's looking at him with tears in her eyes, promising to visit him every week, and just as he’s looking her straight in the eye and telling her it’s best to stay away for a bit in case the FBI start looking into accomplices, that gorgeous blue turns crimson. It’s unnerving, and from then on, every time she comes to visit him, he can’t help but wonder what really lies under her charming exterior.
~
The pieces finally fall into place when he finds the bottle of Bordeaux Kate leaves behind for him in their apartment. It's all a lie, every refill of the bottle he ever made. There never was a bright future, only a future built on lies and one very stupid business arrangement.
The next time he sees her, there’s no mistaking the unnatural glow to her eyes. “We had a good ten years, didn't we?"