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Spoilers through Series Three.
Do you know how hard it is, he wants to ask her, not to put my hands on you? But of course he can’t talk to her like that now. She is younger—somehow, much—and she doesn’t know him, and she won’t understand. He’ll scare her, and that will kill him.
It will kill them both.
Alisha was still warm when they buried her. Simon still had her blood on his hands when he traveled back.
Now she looks young and hurt and scared, and he knows none of that’s to do with him, really. Even Then Simon can see that what Alisha fears the most is herself, and he doesn’t know Alisha as well as Simon from the Future does.
But then, no one does.
Simon watched her from rooftops, from windows, from fire escapes. He bought her perfume and scented his suit with it so he wouldn’t be alone.
(He’s never been so alone.)
And now he’s in her bedroom and she’s breaths away from him, close enough that he can count her freckles and see the little specks of gold in her eyes, and with an intense, visceral longing he wants to take her in his arms. It’s okay, he’ll say. I can fix this. I’m from the future. I can fix it.
But she’ll believe him, and it’s a lie.
It will kill them both.
Alisha was still warm when they buried her. Simon still had her blood on his hands when he traveled back.
Now she looks young and hurt and scared, and he knows none of that’s to do with him, really. Even Then Simon can see that what Alisha fears the most is herself, and he doesn’t know Alisha as well as Simon from the Future does.
But then, no one does.
Simon watched her from rooftops, from windows, from fire escapes. He bought her perfume and scented his suit with it so he wouldn’t be alone.
(He’s never been so alone.)
And now he’s in her bedroom and she’s breaths away from him, close enough that he can count her freckles and see the little specks of gold in her eyes, and with an intense, visceral longing he wants to take her in his arms. It’s okay, he’ll say. I can fix this. I’m from the future. I can fix it.
But she’ll believe him, and it’s a lie.
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Date: 2016-08-02 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-02 10:36 pm (UTC)I knooooooow. I miss them so much.