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Prompt#302 - Anathema - Tempt the gods - amaranthine_7 - Pushing Daisies
Title: Tempt the gods
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Prompt: #302 - Anathema
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Ned wonders about his abilities
Ned had never really wondered where his abilities came from. The question had crossed his mind a few times but mostly he had come to accept them as a fact. Lately though the question kept popping in his thoughts. Was there some source to his abilities, some god watching above them that had given him a mission? If there was then what kind of mission was it? Could it be that he had been meant to meet Emerson to help him solve murders? Was there another purpose to them? Those were the questions he didn't ponder much. They were intriguing but he could live without knowing. What really bothered him, what he really wanted an answer for were: was there anyway to control his abilities? Was there anyway not to render people dead for real if he touched them a second time?
Those questions had never really came to him before. They had had no reasons to, but now that Chuck was in his life he wanted to know. She couldn't have been brought back in his life to be taken away again. Or were they just some toys to amuse some wicked god? He wished it was not the case. He wished he could think of his abilities more as a gift than a curse but lately that seemed impossible. In the dark of the night when Chuck was asleep and looking so peaceful he wanted to wrap his arms around her and cuddle against her to feel the warmth of her body. When she stepped out of the shower he wanted to enlace her and smell the sweet aromas of her skin bathed on her shower gel. When she was baking alongside him, he wanted to kiss away the stains of flour on her cheeks. But he couldn't and probably never could.
He was forever doomed to kiss her through plastic paper. He was forever condemned to hug her through a blanket. He was forever cursed to touch her with thick strong gloves. He could never discover the wonder of her skin.
He raised his fingers looking at it intently. What if it wasn't a wicked god watching over them? What if Chuck was an exception? What if there was an expiry time after which he couldn't kill her again? What if all he needed to do was be brave? True love always won, didn't it?
He stared for a long time at his finger, wondering if he could really touch her again and gamble her life just for a touch of her.
He barely heard the front door open.
"What are you doing," asked Chuck as she sat on the chair opposite him.
"Nothing."
He dropped his hand on the table. "Good, because I need you to come downstairs. I have a surprise for you."
Her eyes shown with delight and excitement.
"A good one, I promise," she added when seeing his sceptic face.
He looked a while longer at her. No. It wasn't worth it to tempt the gods and lose her. He could win but if he didn't... she would be gone and that was a thing he couldn't live with, not anymore.
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Prompt: #302 - Anathema
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Ned wonders about his abilities
Ned had never really wondered where his abilities came from. The question had crossed his mind a few times but mostly he had come to accept them as a fact. Lately though the question kept popping in his thoughts. Was there some source to his abilities, some god watching above them that had given him a mission? If there was then what kind of mission was it? Could it be that he had been meant to meet Emerson to help him solve murders? Was there another purpose to them? Those were the questions he didn't ponder much. They were intriguing but he could live without knowing. What really bothered him, what he really wanted an answer for were: was there anyway to control his abilities? Was there anyway not to render people dead for real if he touched them a second time?
Those questions had never really came to him before. They had had no reasons to, but now that Chuck was in his life he wanted to know. She couldn't have been brought back in his life to be taken away again. Or were they just some toys to amuse some wicked god? He wished it was not the case. He wished he could think of his abilities more as a gift than a curse but lately that seemed impossible. In the dark of the night when Chuck was asleep and looking so peaceful he wanted to wrap his arms around her and cuddle against her to feel the warmth of her body. When she stepped out of the shower he wanted to enlace her and smell the sweet aromas of her skin bathed on her shower gel. When she was baking alongside him, he wanted to kiss away the stains of flour on her cheeks. But he couldn't and probably never could.
He was forever doomed to kiss her through plastic paper. He was forever condemned to hug her through a blanket. He was forever cursed to touch her with thick strong gloves. He could never discover the wonder of her skin.
He raised his fingers looking at it intently. What if it wasn't a wicked god watching over them? What if Chuck was an exception? What if there was an expiry time after which he couldn't kill her again? What if all he needed to do was be brave? True love always won, didn't it?
He stared for a long time at his finger, wondering if he could really touch her again and gamble her life just for a touch of her.
He barely heard the front door open.
"What are you doing," asked Chuck as she sat on the chair opposite him.
"Nothing."
He dropped his hand on the table. "Good, because I need you to come downstairs. I have a surprise for you."
Her eyes shown with delight and excitement.
"A good one, I promise," she added when seeing his sceptic face.
He looked a while longer at her. No. It wasn't worth it to tempt the gods and lose her. He could win but if he didn't... she would be gone and that was a thing he couldn't live with, not anymore.