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quixotism2011-11-23 08:49 pm
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[fanfic] [generator rex] Rex and the Ladies
Rex/Circe, So I cry excuse me/What is the secret to your soul?
They met at a ballroom. She was actually dressed in something different. Pearls circled her hair in a neat bun and when she moved, it was fluid, like water in a stream. Like her name, everyone was drawn to her. No one noticed her lips were curved into disgust, how her arms were so stiff against her body. He almost wants to laugh out loud, as he watches men hit on her while she radiates an aura of “Piss off”.
She met his laughing eyes and she couldn’t help a smile of her own. He approaches her, lazy and lean, just like the men around her, wagging his eyebrows. She couldn’t help the laugh that came out either.
“Want to dance?”
Circe smirked, “I have two left feet.”
“That’s fine,” Rex said, “I have giant feet.”
“We make the perfect couple.”
They danced to their souls, pair in pair, forgetting for one beautiful moment that they were on opposite sides. That their families meant more to them than they could ever mean to each other.
Rex/Breach, A magic day he passed my way/And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings/This he said to me/”The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is to love and be loved in return”
He thinks about her all the time. He wonders if she’s thinking of him in that very same moment. It wouldn’t be so improbable. She was the mentally unbalanced one, the one who dreamed big and dreamed insanity.
He was the sane warrior. Right?
His stomach churned. He never felt so sick of himself at this moment and never before had he felt such a connection. He wished he went back to when things meant sense.
It didn’t. And he wonders if this is how she felt every minute of the day.
Rex/Annie, She looks at the rain as it pours/And she fights for her life
They’re so mismatched, it’s not even funny. Okay, it’s a little funny and Noah can’t help a few giggles when Rex tumbles down the stairs for the millionth time while Annie lands on his back. Now that’s comedy, he whispers to Claire and her smile is lopsided and judgemental (she loves him anyway).
Rex passes off the pain with a grin and hands his arm to Annie, who shines at him, bright and starry. Noah thinks they’re both stupid with the way they’re going again, into disaster and disaster, but he set them up to begin with, so how can he stop them?
Rex laughs at something Annie says, replies and Annie snorts into her hand, pressing against him. Noah smiles, out of friendship, out of the unborn moment. They’re not the doomed romance he would root for, but he’d root for them anyway. They both needed something that was a shape of each other.
It wasn’t enough, but it would do for now.
Rex/Holiday, Still I choose to swim/Slip beneath the tide
It was marked in darkness. That’s how it started, really. It was too dark, power had given out in the room and they were dying, slowly, surely, a death too easy to slip into. Rex had given her coat (for what? Manliness? A show of faith? A sign?) And she put it on her shoulders (to pretend it worked). In her mind, the logistics of their lives was rattling around her head like a snake, sprung and moving. She can’t stop thinking, she hopes, but she thinks and her hopes fall.
His breath squeezes out, but his eyes are deep with light and she thinks about being strong, but she’s not that strong, not like this, not in this. Her face is steel, but Rex knows better because he presses a kiss to her palm, murmuring, pleading, it’s gonna be okay, doc, just keep it together.
She does. Barely. It helped that he was there, keeping it together for her.
Rex/Kenwyn Jones, You were there by my side/Always down for the ride
She wants to punch his stupid face in. He thinks he can just waltz into anything and come out smelling like roses? Does he have any idea of how the real world works? She kicks the punching bag and draws into a deep shuddering breath. She was a winner. Always was, always will be. She was the strong one.
She hates him so much, respects him so much, can’t stand him, wants to be with him when he fights, wants to see him at his best, at his worst because she was the winner and winners stick together.
She still wants to punch him in the face though.