alixrianne said: um…ow.
You know I love to cause pain…lovingly of course ;)
My dad put some Dr. Pepper in the freezer to chill it. Brbcrying.
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Possibly the greatest line ever uttered by a Dalek
THAT TAG.
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Because not writing is driving me mad:
I’ve never been A fan of drabbles, but right now it’s all I can manage. :/ also, this thing has autocorrect so holler at me if anything sounds ridiculous.
Title: Conviction
Rating:Idk yet…PG-13 likely
Genre and/or Pairing: Avengers movieverse; Clint/Coulson
Warnings: some language, probably
Word Count: IDK.
Summary: spoilery drabble; Coulson POV
…it doesn’t wanna let me use a read more, sorry! No reading if you don’t wanna be spoiled.
“You lack conviction.”
Just then it’s the worst thing he can think to say to him, because in that breath he’s full of so much of it. Conviction that it’ll all have been worth it after all, that they’ll rally around his death like he knows they can and they’ll all, each of them, be exactly who they were born to be. More than that, though, there’s what he knows down to his core, unshakable faith in a man somewhere on this definitely not sinking ship with eyes he doesn’t recognize in a face he could never forget.
If he knows anything, he knows him, knows that he’ll free himself somehow, and even though he may not make it here to this place before the end it’ll be his hands that touch him last. Even if he’s no longer there to feel it it’s a good thought, comforting and warm like his voice’ll be when he tells Phil’s parents.
He has that faith and it’s good, calming, but the thing about dying that he realizes more and more with every breath is how it hurts in ways that have nothing to do with the hole in his body. It’s the pain of losing, not breath or blood but the life stretched out before him that crumbled away
Ike broken glass. There was so much time in waiting, waiting for Clint to stop fooling around, waiting for him to grow up and move in. He did and they were making it and it was real and of course that still matters but instead of the past flashing before him as he pants and blinks he sees a wedding and children and his mother a grandmother to a little boy Clint carries on his strong shoulders. It hurts, God it hurts, but it’s a good image and he keeps it, let’s it burn behind his eyes as he shuts them.
He’ll close them while he waits to hear Clint coming. A minute, just a minute…
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