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[#002] Too Little, Too Little, Too Late (Original)
Theme Prompt: 002 - Heartbreak
Title: Too Little, Too Little, Too Late
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: Violence, mostly
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 498
Summary: Sometimes the hardest part about learning to move on is actually learning to let go. Sometimes you learn that lesson in the worst possible place or moment.
“So, feel any better?”
The words are like a backlash against the skin of her cheek, and she wills herself to stay silent instead of screaming. Easier said than done. Too little, too little, too late.
She’s bleeding on the floor, eyes staring headlong into the one person she’s dreaded coming across since the start of this whole mess. Hundreds dead. A resistance fighting with every last fiber of its being to be free. Hell literally on Earth.
She feels like she’s going to puke.
Krypta picks herself up, bones protesting, even as she feels his eyes watch her like a predator views its prey. She knows, of course, that this is where she’s going to die- demons are straightforward in their tolerance of anyone, let alone anything, and she’s crossed their paths too many times now to simply walk away.
Odd how that works, considering what she is now: a walking contradiction. A human soul merged with the demon who was forced to possess her. She was never meant to live long after the damn ritual, anyway.
Nick’s stare back at her is almost lifeless at this point, Krypta fully aware of what it means. It takes her a moment to steady herself, feet wobbling as her legs try to readjust, despite all the pain she feels. It’s almost over, she tells herself. Do the job, or you won’t have anything left to go back to.
“Well?”
“Shut up.” The words are thrown back with such vitriol she might as well have spat acid at him instead. He laughs, and it makes her blood boil. That son of a bitch, she’ll kill him, she’ll kill him if it’s the last thing she does. Even if she dies, she’s taking him with her.
The heat and fire the both of them exude towards each other is enough to set the entire building ablaze, fury and boredom the most prominent emotions present. Nick doesn’t spare a second more before he’s beside her, holding her so suddenly that she forgets for a moment where she is.
“You and me, we could be so much together, babe. Like before.” The touch against her face is gentle, bringing so many memories to the surface, and Krypta chokes back a sob. She can’t do this. She can’t do this. But she has to.
Her voice shakes, and she responds. “No. Not like before. We can’t go back to that.” Even though she wants to, more than anything in the world. “I’m not the same person, Nick.” They were younger, dumber, doing stupid things, making stupid memories. Memories that she now has to let go in order to see this job done.
Krypta takes a breath. In, out. One, two. It’s not enough, it will never be enough, but at least she’s willing and hoping that she’ll heal again, eventually, in time.
Title: Too Little, Too Little, Too Late
Fandom: Original
Rating/Warnings: Violence, mostly
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 498
Summary: Sometimes the hardest part about learning to move on is actually learning to let go. Sometimes you learn that lesson in the worst possible place or moment.
“So, feel any better?”
The words are like a backlash against the skin of her cheek, and she wills herself to stay silent instead of screaming. Easier said than done. Too little, too little, too late.
She’s bleeding on the floor, eyes staring headlong into the one person she’s dreaded coming across since the start of this whole mess. Hundreds dead. A resistance fighting with every last fiber of its being to be free. Hell literally on Earth.
She feels like she’s going to puke.
Krypta picks herself up, bones protesting, even as she feels his eyes watch her like a predator views its prey. She knows, of course, that this is where she’s going to die- demons are straightforward in their tolerance of anyone, let alone anything, and she’s crossed their paths too many times now to simply walk away.
Odd how that works, considering what she is now: a walking contradiction. A human soul merged with the demon who was forced to possess her. She was never meant to live long after the damn ritual, anyway.
Nick’s stare back at her is almost lifeless at this point, Krypta fully aware of what it means. It takes her a moment to steady herself, feet wobbling as her legs try to readjust, despite all the pain she feels. It’s almost over, she tells herself. Do the job, or you won’t have anything left to go back to.
“Well?”
“Shut up.” The words are thrown back with such vitriol she might as well have spat acid at him instead. He laughs, and it makes her blood boil. That son of a bitch, she’ll kill him, she’ll kill him if it’s the last thing she does. Even if she dies, she’s taking him with her.
The heat and fire the both of them exude towards each other is enough to set the entire building ablaze, fury and boredom the most prominent emotions present. Nick doesn’t spare a second more before he’s beside her, holding her so suddenly that she forgets for a moment where she is.
“You and me, we could be so much together, babe. Like before.” The touch against her face is gentle, bringing so many memories to the surface, and Krypta chokes back a sob. She can’t do this. She can’t do this. But she has to.
Her voice shakes, and she responds. “No. Not like before. We can’t go back to that.” Even though she wants to, more than anything in the world. “I’m not the same person, Nick.” They were younger, dumber, doing stupid things, making stupid memories. Memories that she now has to let go in order to see this job done.
Krypta takes a breath. In, out. One, two. It’s not enough, it will never be enough, but at least she’s willing and hoping that she’ll heal again, eventually, in time.