Fanfiction - SHWC - Green
May. 1st, 2008 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
leskuhTitle: Green
Fandom/Universe: Strangetown, Here We Come
Character(s): Johnny, Ophelia (a bit of Ripp and Death...)
Rating: Teen
“Please…”
And her voice is small.
( and her voice is weak )
But most importantly, it is still not enough.
“Phi.” He breathes. Beautiful, shining, shimmering Phi who can do no wrong and who loves more than she hates and who is his forever and always except not at all, not anymore. “I’m sorry.” He gently removes her arms from around his chest and tries not to look like his whole world is breaking to pieces.
( he damns his father who damns the disease who praises death who laughs and laughs and - )
His hand betrays him for a moment as he is unable to let go of her fingers. They are so delicate, though she is so strong. He would give everything he is to stay in this moment forever and never leave her side. But he knows that it wouldn’t do either of them any good at all. She was born in death and he was born to make life, though sometimes he wonders if they aren’t the same thing in the end anyway.
“Johnny.” Her face is covered in snotty, disgusting tears, but she has never looked more beautiful. Her emotion lets him know that she loves him. That she is in love with him. Him. Johnny Smith. He steps back, letting her hands drop and takes in everything that she is.
( ripp yells at him until his throat runs raw ‘how could you do this she loves you we love you stop being an idiot don’t you care how could you not care johnny please johnny not this hope too…’ )
“Good-bye Ophelia.” He whispers, suppressing the urge to run his fingers along her cheek. If he touches her now he’ll never be able to leave. Not when she’s looking at him like she’s losing the only light she’s ever had. Not when her face is drowning in proof of how much he means to her.
He turns away.
“If you leave now, John Smith. I-I…I won’t forgive you. I’ll hate you Johnny.” Her voice trembles, but he knows that she means it. Really and truly.
“Thank-you.” He whispers, but she hears and she understands. After all, you can’t have hate without love.
Johnny leaves and doesn’t look back.
( he is a smith and he is proud but still he dreams of little blue houses and ophelia’s smile and ripp’s laughter and all the things they could have been if only his skin had been any color but green )
a/n: I was actually gonna do an art post, but don't really feel like putting it all together right now.
Also the trio is on the verge of some big shit and I'm scared for them. This reminds me that I still have to leave![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
strange_tomato a review for that last chapter....
Fandom/Universe: Strangetown, Here We Come
Character(s): Johnny, Ophelia (a bit of Ripp and Death...)
Rating: Teen
“Please…”
And her voice is small.
( and her voice is weak )
But most importantly, it is still not enough.
“Phi.” He breathes. Beautiful, shining, shimmering Phi who can do no wrong and who loves more than she hates and who is his forever and always except not at all, not anymore. “I’m sorry.” He gently removes her arms from around his chest and tries not to look like his whole world is breaking to pieces.
( he damns his father who damns the disease who praises death who laughs and laughs and - )
His hand betrays him for a moment as he is unable to let go of her fingers. They are so delicate, though she is so strong. He would give everything he is to stay in this moment forever and never leave her side. But he knows that it wouldn’t do either of them any good at all. She was born in death and he was born to make life, though sometimes he wonders if they aren’t the same thing in the end anyway.
“Johnny.” Her face is covered in snotty, disgusting tears, but she has never looked more beautiful. Her emotion lets him know that she loves him. That she is in love with him. Him. Johnny Smith. He steps back, letting her hands drop and takes in everything that she is.
( ripp yells at him until his throat runs raw ‘how could you do this she loves you we love you stop being an idiot don’t you care how could you not care johnny please johnny not this hope too…’ )
“Good-bye Ophelia.” He whispers, suppressing the urge to run his fingers along her cheek. If he touches her now he’ll never be able to leave. Not when she’s looking at him like she’s losing the only light she’s ever had. Not when her face is drowning in proof of how much he means to her.
He turns away.
“If you leave now, John Smith. I-I…I won’t forgive you. I’ll hate you Johnny.” Her voice trembles, but he knows that she means it. Really and truly.
“Thank-you.” He whispers, but she hears and she understands. After all, you can’t have hate without love.
Johnny leaves and doesn’t look back.
( he is a smith and he is proud but still he dreams of little blue houses and ophelia’s smile and ripp’s laughter and all the things they could have been if only his skin had been any color but green )
a/n: I was actually gonna do an art post, but don't really feel like putting it all together right now.
Also the trio is on the verge of some big shit and I'm scared for them. This reminds me that I still have to leave
strange_tomato a review for that last chapter....