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moose_mcmoose) wrote2010-01-09 08:37 pm
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Doink!
Ugh. I had a headache. And I was in the mood to write something a bit :-( and this was it.
Title: Ashes (thank you
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Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: R (one use of strong language)
Words: 330
Disclaimer: I don't own them. A shame, as then I could buy some new jeans.
Summary: He wishes he could say it without a hint of a hesitation. Just a wee thing that's a bit :-(
He wishes he could say it without a hint of a hesitation but he can't. Not because it's not true; it most definitely is true and he knows this and feels it with every fibre of his being and with every pang in his chest. Or because he feels like an idiot for feeling this way, because he doesn't.
It's neither of those things.
It's the fear. Formed from the gritty ashes of age and experience. Formed from the pain of having everything he ever loved ripped away from him whenever he was close to being happy. His brother, torn and stripped by mental illness. Amber, whisked away by circumstance.
Formed by his own unnerving ability to jump before he was pushed. His countless wives and marriages, blown apart by acts of idiocy and self-sabotage.
He couldn't put House through this or himself for that matter. He couldn't sit, forever looking over his shoulder wondering when it would all end or stand, steadying his balance in preparation for the rug to pulled from beneath him. Because, in his mind, good things can't last. It was against nature, against anything life had taught him.
Everybody dies and everybody fucks up.
House doesn't deserve to die just because Wilson loves him. House doesn't deserve to be cheated and fucked over just because Wilson loves him.
And he knows. He knows those are the only two outcomes from this whole debacle. And he knows he'll never be prepared for the first and he will undoubtedly contribute to the second no matter how hard he pushes against it.
So for now he bites his lip and swallows those words back down his throat.
House is planted on the sofa next to him eating potato chips and nudges him as another trailer home is crushed by the back wheels of a monster truck.
Now House is spitting chips all over his shirt because House is laughing. And Wilson would like it to stay that way.
Title: Ashes (thank you
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Characters: House/Wilson
Rating: R (one use of strong language)
Words: 330
Disclaimer: I don't own them. A shame, as then I could buy some new jeans.
Summary: He wishes he could say it without a hint of a hesitation. Just a wee thing that's a bit :-(
He wishes he could say it without a hint of a hesitation but he can't. Not because it's not true; it most definitely is true and he knows this and feels it with every fibre of his being and with every pang in his chest. Or because he feels like an idiot for feeling this way, because he doesn't.
It's neither of those things.
It's the fear. Formed from the gritty ashes of age and experience. Formed from the pain of having everything he ever loved ripped away from him whenever he was close to being happy. His brother, torn and stripped by mental illness. Amber, whisked away by circumstance.
Formed by his own unnerving ability to jump before he was pushed. His countless wives and marriages, blown apart by acts of idiocy and self-sabotage.
He couldn't put House through this or himself for that matter. He couldn't sit, forever looking over his shoulder wondering when it would all end or stand, steadying his balance in preparation for the rug to pulled from beneath him. Because, in his mind, good things can't last. It was against nature, against anything life had taught him.
Everybody dies and everybody fucks up.
House doesn't deserve to die just because Wilson loves him. House doesn't deserve to be cheated and fucked over just because Wilson loves him.
And he knows. He knows those are the only two outcomes from this whole debacle. And he knows he'll never be prepared for the first and he will undoubtedly contribute to the second no matter how hard he pushes against it.
So for now he bites his lip and swallows those words back down his throat.
House is planted on the sofa next to him eating potato chips and nudges him as another trailer home is crushed by the back wheels of a monster truck.
Now House is spitting chips all over his shirt because House is laughing. And Wilson would like it to stay that way.
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How about... "Cold Feet"? Although that's pretty lame, I guess...
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I'm noting down the suggestions that are given and I'll see what one is best. Yours in duly noted down!
Cheers for reading and commenting you kind person :D
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Yeah, I was writing away and thinking this actually sounds a bit like House but it applies well to both of them because, as you said, they are very similar in many respects.
Thanks for reading and commenting as always. XD
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Glad you shared=)
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I'm glad you enjoyed it. And, as always, a big thank you for reading and commenting XD
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Cheers for reading and commenting
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And thanks for reading and commenting of course! XD
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Cheers for reading and commenting. XD
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Great Job!
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Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Powerful, powerful stuff! And I think you're right about Wilson, he probably has allowed the grief of these events in his life to manifest themselves into deep-seeded insecurities. Interesting. Thanks so much for the read!
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And thank you very much for reading and commenting. Much appreciated as always XD
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Loved this: It's the fear. Formed from the gritty ashes of age and experience. Formed from the pain of having everything he ever loved ripped away from him whenever he was close to being happy. His brother, torn and stripped by mental illness. Amber, whisked away by circumstance.
So, maybe, "Ashes" for a title or something containing the word, ash.
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I like yoursuggestion for one, though. I might actually use that. Thanks.
And thank you for reading and commenting. Glad you enjoyed it.
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ETA: Dang, I always click on comment instead of reply. sorry.
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Which would you like?
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Unfortunately my knowledge about distributors of blue lamé is sorely lacking.
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Cheers for reading and commenting. Always appreciated. XD
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I thought this was a strong line: "Amber, whisked away by circumstance."
*mem*
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That line took me a wee while to write I must admit. I was trying not to make it too flowery, just a sparse few words that said everything that needed to be said.
Cheers for reading and commenting XD
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Everybody dies and everybody fucks up.
I love this line. I explains a lot about Wilson.
Thanks for sharing it.
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Glad you enjoyed it :D
And cheers for reading and commenting
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Glad you enjoyed it. I can imagine House getting over enthused by the sight of monster trucks destroying things.
Cheers for reading and commenting XD