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[#016] But Don't Make Any Other Promises (The Blacklist)
Theme Prompt: #016 – Little White Lies
Title: But Don’t Make Any Other Promises
Fandom: The Blacklist
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / SPOILERS through the end of S3
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 438
Summary: The real liars, the true liars, the ones who need to be good enough to have the world believe them, never start off with big lies.
The real liars, the true liars, the ones who need to be good enough to have the world believe them, never start off with big lies. They aren’t thrown into the deep end of weaving the delicate fabric of slight truths around themselves and expecting to be believed. They start with the little white lies, the ones that make themselves feel better, the ones that are easy enough to fudged and still be believed as the truth. It’s a complicated balance to strike, one with far more nuance than one would expect, but it’s one that Raymond Reddington has mastered over the years.
His lies are never blatant, and they’re never intended to be cruel. He tells the truth only so much as to get what he needs, and that his real motives are never on the table. His true stories are still colored by the views of a man who has lost everything on more than one occasion and spends a fair amount of time grasping at the straws and trying to hold onto the things he does have now.
(Liz. He’s grasping desperately to hold on to Liz and the last pieces of her mother that are slowly threatening to slip through his fingers, gone now with the realization that they were never his to keep to begin with.
You can’t keep something that’s so desperate to get away from you that they fake their own death.)
The problem with being the master of the little white lies is that you don’t always see when someone us using them on you. It’s almost ironic, lying to someone for so long that you miss the little ways they lie to you, let you believe things that break you in the name of protecting someone else. It’s the moment where you become the expendable one, the collateral damage the thing that it is acceptable to destroy in the name of keeping something else safe that you realize that maybe that castle of lies that you had built around yourself wasn’t really protecting you from anything.
It was just making it so no one else wanted to protect you.
Now all he has left is an empty apartment in South America, Liz and her family completely missing and the betrayal that he never saw coming left sitting in front of him. Kaplan knows what’s on the other end of that silence, the rage and bloodshed that she has cleaned up far too many times before and yet she risked it anyway.
(It’s probably good that she still has a conscience left to follow. Red doesn’t really have much of one left.)
He takes a deep breath as he steps forward, letting the silence linger just long enough to be threatening, before he finally speaks, the calmness of his words betraying the real anger beneath them.
“What am I going to do with you, Kate?”
Title: But Don’t Make Any Other Promises
Fandom: The Blacklist
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / SPOILERS through the end of S3
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 438
Summary: The real liars, the true liars, the ones who need to be good enough to have the world believe them, never start off with big lies.
The real liars, the true liars, the ones who need to be good enough to have the world believe them, never start off with big lies. They aren’t thrown into the deep end of weaving the delicate fabric of slight truths around themselves and expecting to be believed. They start with the little white lies, the ones that make themselves feel better, the ones that are easy enough to fudged and still be believed as the truth. It’s a complicated balance to strike, one with far more nuance than one would expect, but it’s one that Raymond Reddington has mastered over the years.
His lies are never blatant, and they’re never intended to be cruel. He tells the truth only so much as to get what he needs, and that his real motives are never on the table. His true stories are still colored by the views of a man who has lost everything on more than one occasion and spends a fair amount of time grasping at the straws and trying to hold onto the things he does have now.
(Liz. He’s grasping desperately to hold on to Liz and the last pieces of her mother that are slowly threatening to slip through his fingers, gone now with the realization that they were never his to keep to begin with.
You can’t keep something that’s so desperate to get away from you that they fake their own death.)
The problem with being the master of the little white lies is that you don’t always see when someone us using them on you. It’s almost ironic, lying to someone for so long that you miss the little ways they lie to you, let you believe things that break you in the name of protecting someone else. It’s the moment where you become the expendable one, the collateral damage the thing that it is acceptable to destroy in the name of keeping something else safe that you realize that maybe that castle of lies that you had built around yourself wasn’t really protecting you from anything.
It was just making it so no one else wanted to protect you.
Now all he has left is an empty apartment in South America, Liz and her family completely missing and the betrayal that he never saw coming left sitting in front of him. Kaplan knows what’s on the other end of that silence, the rage and bloodshed that she has cleaned up far too many times before and yet she risked it anyway.
(It’s probably good that she still has a conscience left to follow. Red doesn’t really have much of one left.)
He takes a deep breath as he steps forward, letting the silence linger just long enough to be threatening, before he finally speaks, the calmness of his words betraying the real anger beneath them.
“What am I going to do with you, Kate?”
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However, giving it a complete second (and third) read through, I love the emotional imagery you used throughout. Often times, characters who lie (compulsively and without need to hide anything) are difficult to write, let alone like (but those kinds of characters are the very ones we relate to the most, and that's a sad truth so many people don't want to admit.)
I enjoyed the reflection Kaplan undergoes, up to that very moment. Such a simple line, with many layers of sentiment hidden beneath the surface. It strikes Kaplan as quite fragile and afraid of losing any more loved ones.
Excellent job. :3
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That being said, I'm glad you liked it!
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Thank you for the piece. :3
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