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toestastegood asked for Claire/Juliet, "fear is the absence of hope".
Angels with silver wings
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philosophy_20's #5, syzygy. Claire/Juliet. PG-13. 500 words
Fragile and precious things need special handling.
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After days -and nights, long lonely nights- Claire is the first one to approach Juliet. The beach lingers beneath the waves, abandoned and forgotten. She tells her she can't stay there, under the sun and the storm forever; she tells her she is going to catch her death. Juliet tilts her head, maybe; but she is not doing it on purpose.
Claire asks her to go with her and it is so unfair, Juliet thinks, that it is Claire the one to come for her. She is so much emptier, so much more broken. It feels wrong leaning her sore lifeless body against Claire's fragile figure. They've never talked before, but they walk together through the jungle.
Claire was fine and her baby was fine and her serum worked, because Juliet is a brilliant woman and she has a gift, you know. But it was all for nothing. For nothing.
It is this place. These people, they should have never landed here, only to get entangled in her tragedy.
We always try to share the tenderest of care.
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Juliet is almost amused to find out Claire's house is actually her house, flowered drapes and all. How very fitting. Claire offers a bedroom and warns her about the bathroom sink. "It leaks from time to time," she says.
Juliet nods and doesn't tell her that she already knows.
She hates this house, it will never be more than her prison cell, but she keeps quiet and moves to the smaller bedroom, to a bed that's never been slept in before. Claire has dark circles under her eyes and Juliet knows, sleepless nights are noticeably more bearable with someone else there to hold your hand and fight away the nightmares.
Maybe that is why they quickly go from sharing one house to sharing one bed.
Things get damaged. Things get broken.
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It starts when Juliet finds out Claire is afraid of storms. She presses Claire's body to hers under the blankets and soon, Claire realizes Juliet is afraid too. Juliet is afraid of this place. Of forever in this place, she will confess weeks later.
Their limbs entwine in their sleep and one night, one particularly cold night, Juliet peels off Claire's oversized t-shirt and Claire gets her hand under Juliet's pajama pants.
The rain drums on the roof and Juliet's hands increase their pressure. Claire's hands go limp against her skin. The clacking of the rain muffles their suffocated moans, the squashy sound of flesh meeting flesh, the thumping of their broken hearts.
Afterwards, they could ask themselves why -shared loneliness, forever in this place. But no, they only lie exhausted and scared, clinging to each other, their breathing coming in and out in short painful gasps.
I wish I could take the pain for you
{Depeche Mode -Precious}
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fin.
toestastegood asked for Claire/Juliet, "fear is the absence of hope".Angels with silver wings
philosophy_20's #5, syzygy. Claire/Juliet. PG-13. 500 words
Angels with silver wings
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Fragile and precious things need special handling.
_
After days -and nights, long lonely nights- Claire is the first one to approach Juliet. The beach lingers beneath the waves, abandoned and forgotten. She tells her she can't stay there, under the sun and the storm forever; she tells her she is going to catch her death. Juliet tilts her head, maybe; but she is not doing it on purpose.
Claire asks her to go with her and it is so unfair, Juliet thinks, that it is Claire the one to come for her. She is so much emptier, so much more broken. It feels wrong leaning her sore lifeless body against Claire's fragile figure. They've never talked before, but they walk together through the jungle.
Claire was fine and her baby was fine and her serum worked, because Juliet is a brilliant woman and she has a gift, you know. But it was all for nothing. For nothing.
It is this place. These people, they should have never landed here, only to get entangled in her tragedy.
____
We always try to share the tenderest of care.
_
Juliet is almost amused to find out Claire's house is actually her house, flowered drapes and all. How very fitting. Claire offers a bedroom and warns her about the bathroom sink. "It leaks from time to time," she says.
Juliet nods and doesn't tell her that she already knows.
She hates this house, it will never be more than her prison cell, but she keeps quiet and moves to the smaller bedroom, to a bed that's never been slept in before. Claire has dark circles under her eyes and Juliet knows, sleepless nights are noticeably more bearable with someone else there to hold your hand and fight away the nightmares.
Maybe that is why they quickly go from sharing one house to sharing one bed.
____
Things get damaged. Things get broken.
_
It starts when Juliet finds out Claire is afraid of storms. She presses Claire's body to hers under the blankets and soon, Claire realizes Juliet is afraid too. Juliet is afraid of this place. Of forever in this place, she will confess weeks later.
Their limbs entwine in their sleep and one night, one particularly cold night, Juliet peels off Claire's oversized t-shirt and Claire gets her hand under Juliet's pajama pants.
The rain drums on the roof and Juliet's hands increase their pressure. Claire's hands go limp against her skin. The clacking of the rain muffles their suffocated moans, the squashy sound of flesh meeting flesh, the thumping of their broken hearts.
Afterwards, they could ask themselves why -shared loneliness, forever in this place. But no, they only lie exhausted and scared, clinging to each other, their breathing coming in and out in short painful gasps.
_____
I wish I could take the pain for you
{Depeche Mode -Precious}
_
fin.
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