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dorksidefiker) wrote2011-04-13 09:31 am
dorksidefiker) wrote2011-04-13 09:31 am
In the Wake
Title: In the Wake
Author:fullmetal_cute
Pairing: Victor Mancha/Molly Hayes
Fandom: Runaways
Theme: 13. Rescue me, rescue you
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Molly Hayes couldn't sleep. In fact, she hadn't been able to sleep for the last few days. She would doze off and she would remember Mr. Wilder, the burning house, and the look on Chase's face as he carried Gert out.
Dreaming hurt too much.
She wanted someone to hug her and tell her that it was alright, and that the pain would go away. She wanted someone to rescue her from the bad dreams.
Molly knew exactly what she was doing when she left her room and went to Victor's. She didn't want to be alone, and he wouldn't send her away or call her a baby or yell at her. He was sleeping when she crept into his room, his body all tangled up in his sheets, his face contorted in a mask of sorrow. Molly contemplated this for a moment before she poked him.
Victor made a noise of protest, reluctantly opening his eyes. "Gaah!" The boy clutched his covers around him, speaking in rapid-fire Spanish before ending with a "Molly! What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep," Molly said, sniffling. "Can I stay with you?"
Victor stared at her as he reached over and turned on the light. She looked right back at him, her lower lip trembling.
Vic sighed. "Turn around, Mol."
Molly knew that sigh, and managed to hide her triumphant smile until she had her back to Victor. She heard him rustling around, and she turned back around as he pulled a tee-shirt over his head. His hair was sticking straight up like broom bristles, and it looked funny. Vic patted the bed, and Molly crawled in under the sheets.
The bed was warm, and smelled slept in. It was a comforting smell. It reminded her of when she would climb into bed with her parents after a bad dream.
Victor put his arms around Molly an kissed her forehead. He smelled like the bed, warm and comfortable and inviting. Molly liked the smell.
"Go to sleep, Mol," Victor murmured, pulling her hat off and stroking her hair.
Somehow, Molly managed to fall asleep with Victor as a pillow.
Author:
fullmetal_cutePairing: Victor Mancha/Molly Hayes
Fandom: Runaways
Theme: 13. Rescue me, rescue you
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Molly Hayes couldn't sleep. In fact, she hadn't been able to sleep for the last few days. She would doze off and she would remember Mr. Wilder, the burning house, and the look on Chase's face as he carried Gert out.
Dreaming hurt too much.
She wanted someone to hug her and tell her that it was alright, and that the pain would go away. She wanted someone to rescue her from the bad dreams.
Molly knew exactly what she was doing when she left her room and went to Victor's. She didn't want to be alone, and he wouldn't send her away or call her a baby or yell at her. He was sleeping when she crept into his room, his body all tangled up in his sheets, his face contorted in a mask of sorrow. Molly contemplated this for a moment before she poked him.
Victor made a noise of protest, reluctantly opening his eyes. "Gaah!" The boy clutched his covers around him, speaking in rapid-fire Spanish before ending with a "Molly! What are you doing?"
"I couldn't sleep," Molly said, sniffling. "Can I stay with you?"
Victor stared at her as he reached over and turned on the light. She looked right back at him, her lower lip trembling.
Vic sighed. "Turn around, Mol."
Molly knew that sigh, and managed to hide her triumphant smile until she had her back to Victor. She heard him rustling around, and she turned back around as he pulled a tee-shirt over his head. His hair was sticking straight up like broom bristles, and it looked funny. Vic patted the bed, and Molly crawled in under the sheets.
The bed was warm, and smelled slept in. It was a comforting smell. It reminded her of when she would climb into bed with her parents after a bad dream.
Victor put his arms around Molly an kissed her forehead. He smelled like the bed, warm and comfortable and inviting. Molly liked the smell.
"Go to sleep, Mol," Victor murmured, pulling her hat off and stroking her hair.
Somehow, Molly managed to fall asleep with Victor as a pillow.