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Being Human: Six Fics
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the_deepbluesea, and let me apologize in advance for my poor efforts at poetry.
Contains spoilers for all of season three of Being Human (US).
1. 6 words
Patience, Susannah thinks on seeing Aidan.
2. Poem
Roses are red.
Blood is too.
Bishop is hungry,
And you are through.
3. Drabble (100 words)
Aidan's leather jacket offers him some protection, but he can feel the heat of the fire on his face and hands as he hammers methodically at the lock. It gives way--finally--and he bursts into the room, one arm shielding his face protectively. He peers through the smoke, trying to find them, and then freezes in horror when he finally succeeds. It's clear now why neither Josh nor Nora tried to escape. Aidan examines the heavy chains desperately, remembering how long it took to break the lock, how far the fire's come. How little time is left.
It's an impossible choice.
4. Ficlet (300-500 words)
Aftershock - 332 words
Nora expects guilt after she kills Brynn. Regret. Self-recrimination. Nightmares. She experiences none of those things. Mostly what she feels is a steady tide of relief. With it comes the realization of just how scared Nora had been. What had started out as an adventure of self-discovery--embracing the wild, embracing the wolf--had turned with sickening speed into a horrific parody of what she was expecting. Wildness was one thing. Deliberate murder was something else.
"What did you expect?" Brynn had asked, smiling lazily. "We're predators. It's our due."
Brynn had made it clear that a werewolf pack was for life. There was no way out, no way to walk away.
"Sisters," she said. "For life."
Perhaps it was her absolute insistence on that point that made it so easy for Nora to act. That, and the wolf instincts that she's come to trust more than her own human instincts. Human instincts led her to a man who left her with scars across her belly. The wolf--her wolf--is a survivor.
The guilt that does come is mostly guilt about not feeling worse about what happened. She killed someone; she should feel bad about it, right? But she doesn't. Not really.
Josh, she knows, does. He feels guilt over every life he takes, even if he's able to hide it most of the time. Aidan, on the other hand...
She understands Aidan better after she comes back, and as much as she wants to love him the way Josh does, love him for everything he's done for Josh, she's wary of him too. She's a predator once a month; he's one all the time. It's why she comes down so hard on him when he attacks Erin. When she sees him with Kat. She knows now how easy it can be to kill. How simple it is to rationalize it away. How quickly one can forget. And if it's like that for her, what must it be like for him?
5. Three Sentences
Sally's not sure where Donna brought them, but it's dark and empty and leaves her cold in a way she hasn't been since she was alive. She reaches out, trying to sense Donna--trying to sense anything at all--and comes up empty, just as she has on countless past attempts. Sally shivers, wishing for some sort of warmth, and then laughs suddenly, remembering the candles, remembering Liam's weapon, and wonders if it can be that simple.
6. Haiku
Isaac runs laughing
Henry learns well, slaughters hundreds
How fatherhood shifts
the_deepbluesea, and let me apologize in advance for my poor efforts at poetry. Contains spoilers for all of season three of Being Human (US).
1. 6 words
Patience, Susannah thinks on seeing Aidan.
2. Poem
Roses are red.
Blood is too.
Bishop is hungry,
And you are through.
3. Drabble (100 words)
Aidan's leather jacket offers him some protection, but he can feel the heat of the fire on his face and hands as he hammers methodically at the lock. It gives way--finally--and he bursts into the room, one arm shielding his face protectively. He peers through the smoke, trying to find them, and then freezes in horror when he finally succeeds. It's clear now why neither Josh nor Nora tried to escape. Aidan examines the heavy chains desperately, remembering how long it took to break the lock, how far the fire's come. How little time is left.
It's an impossible choice.
4. Ficlet (300-500 words)
Aftershock - 332 words
Nora expects guilt after she kills Brynn. Regret. Self-recrimination. Nightmares. She experiences none of those things. Mostly what she feels is a steady tide of relief. With it comes the realization of just how scared Nora had been. What had started out as an adventure of self-discovery--embracing the wild, embracing the wolf--had turned with sickening speed into a horrific parody of what she was expecting. Wildness was one thing. Deliberate murder was something else.
"What did you expect?" Brynn had asked, smiling lazily. "We're predators. It's our due."
Brynn had made it clear that a werewolf pack was for life. There was no way out, no way to walk away.
"Sisters," she said. "For life."
Perhaps it was her absolute insistence on that point that made it so easy for Nora to act. That, and the wolf instincts that she's come to trust more than her own human instincts. Human instincts led her to a man who left her with scars across her belly. The wolf--her wolf--is a survivor.
The guilt that does come is mostly guilt about not feeling worse about what happened. She killed someone; she should feel bad about it, right? But she doesn't. Not really.
Josh, she knows, does. He feels guilt over every life he takes, even if he's able to hide it most of the time. Aidan, on the other hand...
She understands Aidan better after she comes back, and as much as she wants to love him the way Josh does, love him for everything he's done for Josh, she's wary of him too. She's a predator once a month; he's one all the time. It's why she comes down so hard on him when he attacks Erin. When she sees him with Kat. She knows now how easy it can be to kill. How simple it is to rationalize it away. How quickly one can forget. And if it's like that for her, what must it be like for him?
5. Three Sentences
Sally's not sure where Donna brought them, but it's dark and empty and leaves her cold in a way she hasn't been since she was alive. She reaches out, trying to sense Donna--trying to sense anything at all--and comes up empty, just as she has on countless past attempts. Sally shivers, wishing for some sort of warmth, and then laughs suddenly, remembering the candles, remembering Liam's weapon, and wonders if it can be that simple.
6. Haiku
Isaac runs laughing
Henry learns well, slaughters hundreds
How fatherhood shifts
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