Open Your Eyes
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dorksidefikerTitle: Open Your Eyes
Fandom: Gargoyles
Characters: Elisa Maza, Maggie Reed
Prompt: 91. Open
Rating: PG
Summary: “Have you ever had to wonder where your next meal was coming from?” Elisa said something and gets a lecture for her troubles.
Author's Notes: Using Maggie and Elisa as my mouth pieces.
Elisa’s mouth snapped shut as Maggie turned and looked at her, her fur standing on end. The detective took a reflexive step back, her hand resting on the butt of her gun as Maggie let out a slow hiss, anger practically radiating off her in waves.
“Have you,” the mutate growled, “ever had to wonder where your next meal was coming from? Where you were going to sleep at night?” Her eyes glowed faintly, and her fur crackled with electricity. “Can you even imagine the kind of like where being on the streets is preferable to living with your family? Have you ever, for one moment, considered the fact that most Americans are two paychecks away from being homeless? I had a job and a life before I lost it all. I was a good person, but that didn’t matter.”
Maggie’s tail lashed violently from side to side. “Open your eyes, Elisa. Those street people that you try not too look at? They’re still people. They don’t start out drug addicts or alcoholics. They get that way to numb themselves to what they have to do and who they have to be out there.”
“My eyes are open, Maggie, and I know the kind of lives some of them are running from. And I know that, as much as I want to, I can’t save them all. Some of them don’t want to be saved. I can’t let myself get too involved, because if I do, it’ll drive me insane.”
Fandom: Gargoyles
Characters: Elisa Maza, Maggie Reed
Prompt: 91. Open
Rating: PG
Summary: “Have you ever had to wonder where your next meal was coming from?” Elisa said something and gets a lecture for her troubles.
Author's Notes: Using Maggie and Elisa as my mouth pieces.
Elisa’s mouth snapped shut as Maggie turned and looked at her, her fur standing on end. The detective took a reflexive step back, her hand resting on the butt of her gun as Maggie let out a slow hiss, anger practically radiating off her in waves.
“Have you,” the mutate growled, “ever had to wonder where your next meal was coming from? Where you were going to sleep at night?” Her eyes glowed faintly, and her fur crackled with electricity. “Can you even imagine the kind of like where being on the streets is preferable to living with your family? Have you ever, for one moment, considered the fact that most Americans are two paychecks away from being homeless? I had a job and a life before I lost it all. I was a good person, but that didn’t matter.”
Maggie’s tail lashed violently from side to side. “Open your eyes, Elisa. Those street people that you try not too look at? They’re still people. They don’t start out drug addicts or alcoholics. They get that way to numb themselves to what they have to do and who they have to be out there.”
“My eyes are open, Maggie, and I know the kind of lives some of them are running from. And I know that, as much as I want to, I can’t save them all. Some of them don’t want to be saved. I can’t let myself get too involved, because if I do, it’ll drive me insane.”