fic: take the plan (spin it sideways)
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waltzmatildahTitle: Take The Plan (Spin It Sideways)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters/Pairing: Katherine, Katherine/Elena
Word Count: 460
Rating: R
Prompt: From![[livejournal.com profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scorpiod1 at softly_me's TVD Ficathon Katherine/Elena - tell me something bad you've done, tell me about your ghost
Author's Note: Katherine's POV. Implied minor and major character deaths...
And in the end it will be only them. A vampire and her doppelganger as the embers die to blackened ash on sweat sticky fingertips.
*
It starts with blood, proffered.
Accepted. Liquid red and seams torn. Tearing.
To say that it ends there would be a lie.
(But it won't be the first she's told...)
*
Like a mirror image, cracked, caked to slick and sliding, Elena comes in the bright light of day. Picks an unsteady path to the tomb under a heavily misguided notion of relative safety.
A position of power that would never truly be hers to hold.
Pleasantries exchanged, dry words that catch on tongue tips. Drip through the mottled dust that separates them.
(Though so much more than dust separates them now, fingerprint bloody. Draws them back together again...)
There are syllables that they don't share. Names that hide the faces of the people they thought they might one day like to be.
Like to be with...
A clock ticks somewhere on the horizon. Full moons fade and are re-born as the casualties begin to pile up.
Until the dead and the undead outnumber the living ten fold. Stories of war, waged and still waging, fill her bones to overflowing with regret and revulsion and something that tastes a lot like she thinks sadness might.
The ghosts of those who have come before cling silently to the cobwebs in the highest reaches. Tinkle every so often with a silver laugh that settles over them like a cloak they can't quite shake free.
Katherine watches her leave again, a crab crawl to the stone staircase that will take her one more step out of reach. Heart pounding to a thrumming beat that rocks them both to the core.
*
Later, a line is crossed. Both literally and figuratively.
On the day the battle is finally lost forever. A town razed to rain dampened flat.
Fingers twist, skin on skin on skin, sweat slick and ice cold in the same raging exhale. And watching her leave is suddenly so much harder than it once was.
But she has no where left to go now.
Persuading her to stay becomes a lesson in grief therapy.
Katherine hears her. She cries for them in sleep. For all of them, for none of them. For everything and nothing at all. She smiles into hair that tangles, a fallen halo around the neck of the only martyr that ever watched everyone else become the sacrifice.
Tries to remember if she knows that emptied out feeling. Fails.
Figures, probably not.
Probably not yet.
*
And in the end it is only them. A vampire and her doppelganger as the embers fade to barely forgotten sparks that once lit a fire of the fiercest order.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters/Pairing: Katherine, Katherine/Elena
Word Count: 460
Rating: R
Prompt: From
scorpiod1 at softly_me's TVD Ficathon Katherine/Elena - tell me something bad you've done, tell me about your ghostAuthor's Note: Katherine's POV. Implied minor and major character deaths...
And in the end it will be only them. A vampire and her doppelganger as the embers die to blackened ash on sweat sticky fingertips.
*
It starts with blood, proffered.
Accepted. Liquid red and seams torn. Tearing.
To say that it ends there would be a lie.
(But it won't be the first she's told...)
*
Like a mirror image, cracked, caked to slick and sliding, Elena comes in the bright light of day. Picks an unsteady path to the tomb under a heavily misguided notion of relative safety.
A position of power that would never truly be hers to hold.
Pleasantries exchanged, dry words that catch on tongue tips. Drip through the mottled dust that separates them.
(Though so much more than dust separates them now, fingerprint bloody. Draws them back together again...)
There are syllables that they don't share. Names that hide the faces of the people they thought they might one day like to be.
Like to be with...
A clock ticks somewhere on the horizon. Full moons fade and are re-born as the casualties begin to pile up.
Until the dead and the undead outnumber the living ten fold. Stories of war, waged and still waging, fill her bones to overflowing with regret and revulsion and something that tastes a lot like she thinks sadness might.
The ghosts of those who have come before cling silently to the cobwebs in the highest reaches. Tinkle every so often with a silver laugh that settles over them like a cloak they can't quite shake free.
Katherine watches her leave again, a crab crawl to the stone staircase that will take her one more step out of reach. Heart pounding to a thrumming beat that rocks them both to the core.
*
Later, a line is crossed. Both literally and figuratively.
On the day the battle is finally lost forever. A town razed to rain dampened flat.
Fingers twist, skin on skin on skin, sweat slick and ice cold in the same raging exhale. And watching her leave is suddenly so much harder than it once was.
But she has no where left to go now.
Persuading her to stay becomes a lesson in grief therapy.
Katherine hears her. She cries for them in sleep. For all of them, for none of them. For everything and nothing at all. She smiles into hair that tangles, a fallen halo around the neck of the only martyr that ever watched everyone else become the sacrifice.
Tries to remember if she knows that emptied out feeling. Fails.
Figures, probably not.
Probably not yet.
*
And in the end it is only them. A vampire and her doppelganger as the embers fade to barely forgotten sparks that once lit a fire of the fiercest order.
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Date: 2010-12-22 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-22 07:36 am (UTC)BUT OMG IT'S TAKEN OVER MY LIFE!!! I can't THINK of anything else at the moment.
I just wanna write dusty smut fic for them over and over and over again...
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Date: 2010-12-22 07:40 am (UTC)(As a side note,
(And as a another side note: I AM THINKING OF WATCHING MORE BREAKING BAD SOON. I HAVE HOLIDAY TIME TO DWINDLE AWAY WHEEEEE.)
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Date: 2010-12-22 08:10 am (UTC)AND SO FREAKING MUCH YAY FOR BREAKING BAD! I actually had the opportunity to get my BB squee on earlier today when
WHICH REMINDS ME... my friend has my BB DVDs to copy for you... I must re-visit his progress on this v. important task!
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Date: 2010-12-22 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-23 01:41 am (UTC)This has to be one of the most beautiful lines - for cadence, sentiment and bleakness - I have ever read.
Okay, so I cheated. I'd reached the end of a long scene and this was short and a very intriguing pairing. (It's kind of mind-blowing, but there are so many ways it could work.) The problem is (as I predicted) this was so good at unraveling Katherine (so good, and beautiful altogether), now I'm thinking about her again. See what you did with your brilliant fic?!
Awesome, awesome, awesome, and deep, and subtle and perfectly done!
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Date: 2010-12-23 06:59 am (UTC)And thank you for breaking your self imposed ban for
Katherineme!!! And especially for singling out that particular line because I really was very most pleased with it!I agree with you re. this pairing! I have been sucked in SO HARD by it that I can think of little else at the moment! I really don't know what it is but there is something about the two characters that, as a pairing, draws me in like no other at the moment.
See what you did with your brilliant fic?! My dastardly plan was a raging success then!!
OH, MAN! I so need Katherine icons!
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Date: 2010-12-23 06:41 am (UTC)I find Katherine to be one of the more difficult characters to write, but you captured her brilliantly here =)
She smiles into hair that tangles, a fallen halo around the neck of the only martyr that ever watched everyone else become the sacrifice.
that line was just so impactual and stunning <3 brillant stuff =)
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Date: 2010-12-23 07:02 am (UTC)And I was terrified by the prospect of writing from Katherine's perspective (but also completely drawn in by it at the same time) because I agree, I think she could be very easy to get wrong. I'm so glad you think this works...
As for the line you singled out... the whole notion of that premise intrigues me no end. Elena goes to such trouble to ensure the safety of everyone else, it's what her whole purpose seems to be at the moment. But the reality of the situation is she's not actually in a position to (physically) protect any of them and the idea of it all being for nothing... for it all to come down to just Katherine and Elena is so interesting to me...! Obviously I don't really think the show will ever contemplate killing off everyone except Nina's characters! Haha! But I will enjoy doing it in fic!!
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