Icy Blue - Adam/Elle Fiction - Part 1/1
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yllektraTitle: Icy Blue
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
force_oblique
Rating: PG - possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle
Word Count: 1256
Summary: Set in early s2, Adam's feelings when he was imprisoned and how he feels connected to Elle
Author's Notes: I feel kinda sad, so I guess this came out as a bit sad too, but I tried giving it a hopeful twist. Besides it's Adam/Elle, my fave pairing so there's always sparks.
~Sorry,it's unbetaed...It's late, I was sleepy so please excuse any crappiness and grammar/syntax mistakes! =D
Crossposted: At![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
elle_tric, heroes_fic, peter_adam_elle, rare_heroes, saltandsaffron, adam_elle
ICY BLUE
Adam closed his eyes. Icy Blue…
“Icy blue” one would say.
A pretty colour, but after everything he had done, no one really cared about that.
It'd been a while since anyone had called him beautiful or pretty or cute for that matter, and his old self would hardly notice or mind hat.
But now he felt changed. After thirty years in captivity, it was only natural to change some of his views.
Day in, day out all he could see was white, a colour devoid of character or personality or even feeling.
"Pure” one could say, but Adam didn't believe in purity anymore, not after four centuries of what he had seen.
There was only one thing adding some colour to his life and that was her.
Elle.
Petite, blonde, unpredictable.
Even if her jolts hurt him, he always recovered.
It wasn’t just his ability. It wasn’t just that he was regenerating.
It was mostly because he was growing accustomed to that. Like a junkie needing a bigger fix each time.
He was getting used to it and apart from liking it, he felt like he wanted more, needed more, like he had to have more.
It was his only thrill and he had to have more of it.
It was the only thing that made him feel like he was still alive.
But it wasn’t enough because no matter what he said, or how he provoked her, she was still holding back, not risking major damage….
But after so many years couldn’t she tell that he was already damaged beyond repair?
Couldn’t she see he was already damaged more than she could ever tell?
But maybe that was what his gift was all about…
Having all the time in the world but nothing to fill it with… because the people around you, don’t have as much time.
Because you could wait for them forever, but they couldn’t do the same for you.
They couldn’t wait for you the way you would for them.
Adam wished that time could stand still…
But it never did and even if he forgot it, other people’s deaths would remind him of that.
And still, even though he was reluctant at first, he had found that some people were worth it.
Sometimes it was worth everything. The heartache, the pain, the wait…
Maybe it’d always been there.
Maybe it’d always been there somewhere among the four walls of his room whenever she came in.
And maybe he wouldn’t have noticed it, but one day as she was setting the tray on the table and as he motioned to take it, he touched her.
It only lasted for an instant but its effect was longer-lasting. It felt so intense, it overwhelmed his senses and set his heart ablaze.
He was certain she felt it too, because she turned to look at him and her eyes were no longer icy blue, but it seemed that the ice had melted along with both of their hearts.
He knew it then.
He wanted to tell her that he was sorry, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.
He knew he wasn’t supposed to touch her, but as his feelings grew inside him, he knew he would have to touch her eventually.
If not with his words-which was doubtful- at least with his hands.
Leaving his mark on her.
He wanted someone to remember him.
He wanted to be able to make her say “For as long as I live” because an eternity without hearing that, would be unbearable.
And there he found himself drawn to her, looking into her eyes as if he were hypnotized, unable to look away.
It was pure magic watching her turn from something cold into something so hot and liquid, like a flow of desire within her.
And maybe she saw the same thing in him.
The others hadn’t noticed. They called him “Icy Blue” because of his eyes, because of his lack of emotions.
He had grown as empty and as sterile as his room, but on that moment he changed.
And she was there to see that. And he was there too.
Two people witnessing each other’s transformation…
Something intimate, profound, substantial…life-changing…
And despite the things setting them apart, that sole thing, their shared need to change, to feel, to be loved, pulled them together for better or for worse.
He waited for her response.
A jolt perhaps? A punch? A sarcastic comment?
So he stood there anticipating that.
But not her words.
“I always wondered why they called you icy blue. At first I thought it was about your eyes. Icy blue….” She mused, almost as if her mind was already somewhere else.
But then I understood it was because of what is inside of you. Have you wondered why I never really talked to you all these years?” she asked him.
Adam shrugged.
“I don’t know maybe because you weren’t interested? Maybe because you were afraid of me?” he suggested.
Both explanations seemed plausible to him.
Elle chuckled and shook her head.
“No! That’s not it. I was never afraid of you! Why would I be?” she told him with blue jolts in her palm.
“No, I was never afraid of you and I have always been interested” she admitted, the blue jolts disappearing completely.
“You have?” Adam asked her intrigued.
“Oh yes, but you always seemed so detached, so aloof and distant…
Almost cold and I didn’t want to get close to you.
I didn’t want to get into so close a distance that I could see you or look into your eyes.
I knew they would be cold.
... Icy and I was afraid that if I looked into them, then some of that coldness, that ice would be transmitted to me, instilled into me. I didn’t want my eyes to be icy blue too” she just said.
“But your eyes are the same colour as mine” Adam pointed out, her comment was unsettling.
“Yes, they are, but I didn’t want them to be that cold, or worse even, I didn’t want to see that my eyes were just as cold as yours”
“I have been surrounded by too many cold people, Adam. I didn’t want to be one of them.”
“And yet, here you are talking to me” he snapped back.
“Yes, because today something is different” she said calmly approaching him again, her hand searching for his, entangling her fingers with his.
“Today the ice has melted. And I want that, I like that. I want it to happen to me, too.
Make the ice in me melt, Adam…” she said almost pleading, tears beginning to form in her eyes, as if the ice was already melting.
And he indulged her.
He stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around her, slightly moving, swaying to an inaudible tune.
As if they were stuck in a igloo, a house, a cell made of glass and they were rubbing each other to keep warm.
He moved his palms up and down her arms as if he were trying to keep her warm, to keep the cold from seeping into both of them.
And he knew that if they stayed like this, together, intimate, close, touching each other, they could keep the cold away and whatever was already inside them… would go away.
So, “Icy Blue” no more……
Soon it would be only blue...
The sky, the sea, symbols of freedom and two pairs of eyes of two people longing for them….
~ Fin ~
Commetns are <33
Author:
force_obliqueRating: PG - possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle
Word Count: 1256
Summary: Set in early s2, Adam's feelings when he was imprisoned and how he feels connected to Elle
Author's Notes: I feel kinda sad, so I guess this came out as a bit sad too, but I tried giving it a hopeful twist. Besides it's Adam/Elle, my fave pairing so there's always sparks.
~Sorry,it's unbetaed...It's late, I was sleepy so please excuse any crappiness and grammar/syntax mistakes! =D
Crossposted: At
elle_tric, heroes_fic, peter_adam_elle, rare_heroes, saltandsaffron, adam_elleICY BLUE
Adam closed his eyes. Icy Blue…
“Icy blue” one would say.
A pretty colour, but after everything he had done, no one really cared about that.
It'd been a while since anyone had called him beautiful or pretty or cute for that matter, and his old self would hardly notice or mind hat.
But now he felt changed. After thirty years in captivity, it was only natural to change some of his views.
Day in, day out all he could see was white, a colour devoid of character or personality or even feeling.
"Pure” one could say, but Adam didn't believe in purity anymore, not after four centuries of what he had seen.
There was only one thing adding some colour to his life and that was her.
Elle.
Petite, blonde, unpredictable.
Even if her jolts hurt him, he always recovered.
It wasn’t just his ability. It wasn’t just that he was regenerating.
It was mostly because he was growing accustomed to that. Like a junkie needing a bigger fix each time.
He was getting used to it and apart from liking it, he felt like he wanted more, needed more, like he had to have more.
It was his only thrill and he had to have more of it.
It was the only thing that made him feel like he was still alive.
But it wasn’t enough because no matter what he said, or how he provoked her, she was still holding back, not risking major damage….
But after so many years couldn’t she tell that he was already damaged beyond repair?
Couldn’t she see he was already damaged more than she could ever tell?
But maybe that was what his gift was all about…
Having all the time in the world but nothing to fill it with… because the people around you, don’t have as much time.
Because you could wait for them forever, but they couldn’t do the same for you.
They couldn’t wait for you the way you would for them.
Adam wished that time could stand still…
But it never did and even if he forgot it, other people’s deaths would remind him of that.
And still, even though he was reluctant at first, he had found that some people were worth it.
Sometimes it was worth everything. The heartache, the pain, the wait…
Maybe it’d always been there.
Maybe it’d always been there somewhere among the four walls of his room whenever she came in.
And maybe he wouldn’t have noticed it, but one day as she was setting the tray on the table and as he motioned to take it, he touched her.
It only lasted for an instant but its effect was longer-lasting. It felt so intense, it overwhelmed his senses and set his heart ablaze.
He was certain she felt it too, because she turned to look at him and her eyes were no longer icy blue, but it seemed that the ice had melted along with both of their hearts.
He knew it then.
He wanted to tell her that he was sorry, but the words wouldn’t come out of his mouth.
He knew he wasn’t supposed to touch her, but as his feelings grew inside him, he knew he would have to touch her eventually.
If not with his words-which was doubtful- at least with his hands.
Leaving his mark on her.
He wanted someone to remember him.
He wanted to be able to make her say “For as long as I live” because an eternity without hearing that, would be unbearable.
And there he found himself drawn to her, looking into her eyes as if he were hypnotized, unable to look away.
It was pure magic watching her turn from something cold into something so hot and liquid, like a flow of desire within her.
And maybe she saw the same thing in him.
The others hadn’t noticed. They called him “Icy Blue” because of his eyes, because of his lack of emotions.
He had grown as empty and as sterile as his room, but on that moment he changed.
And she was there to see that. And he was there too.
Two people witnessing each other’s transformation…
Something intimate, profound, substantial…life-changing…
And despite the things setting them apart, that sole thing, their shared need to change, to feel, to be loved, pulled them together for better or for worse.
He waited for her response.
A jolt perhaps? A punch? A sarcastic comment?
So he stood there anticipating that.
But not her words.
“I always wondered why they called you icy blue. At first I thought it was about your eyes. Icy blue….” She mused, almost as if her mind was already somewhere else.
But then I understood it was because of what is inside of you. Have you wondered why I never really talked to you all these years?” she asked him.
Adam shrugged.
“I don’t know maybe because you weren’t interested? Maybe because you were afraid of me?” he suggested.
Both explanations seemed plausible to him.
Elle chuckled and shook her head.
“No! That’s not it. I was never afraid of you! Why would I be?” she told him with blue jolts in her palm.
“No, I was never afraid of you and I have always been interested” she admitted, the blue jolts disappearing completely.
“You have?” Adam asked her intrigued.
“Oh yes, but you always seemed so detached, so aloof and distant…
Almost cold and I didn’t want to get close to you.
I didn’t want to get into so close a distance that I could see you or look into your eyes.
I knew they would be cold.
... Icy and I was afraid that if I looked into them, then some of that coldness, that ice would be transmitted to me, instilled into me. I didn’t want my eyes to be icy blue too” she just said.
“But your eyes are the same colour as mine” Adam pointed out, her comment was unsettling.
“Yes, they are, but I didn’t want them to be that cold, or worse even, I didn’t want to see that my eyes were just as cold as yours”
“I have been surrounded by too many cold people, Adam. I didn’t want to be one of them.”
“And yet, here you are talking to me” he snapped back.
“Yes, because today something is different” she said calmly approaching him again, her hand searching for his, entangling her fingers with his.
“Today the ice has melted. And I want that, I like that. I want it to happen to me, too.
Make the ice in me melt, Adam…” she said almost pleading, tears beginning to form in her eyes, as if the ice was already melting.
And he indulged her.
He stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around her, slightly moving, swaying to an inaudible tune.
As if they were stuck in a igloo, a house, a cell made of glass and they were rubbing each other to keep warm.
He moved his palms up and down her arms as if he were trying to keep her warm, to keep the cold from seeping into both of them.
And he knew that if they stayed like this, together, intimate, close, touching each other, they could keep the cold away and whatever was already inside them… would go away.
So, “Icy Blue” no more……
Soon it would be only blue...
The sky, the sea, symbols of freedom and two pairs of eyes of two people longing for them….
~ Fin ~
Commetns are <33
