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antigone_graceDark. It was very, very dark and Antigone liked it that way.
Her house was what she was on all occasions and tonight, unlike most nights, it was dark. Not her mood, but the emptiness, the loneliness. Her dress was traditional, the chiton she wore draped perfectly across her curves. Her hair was twisted atop her head as it did when she felt at her most formal. When she felt the need to connect with who she truly, deeply was.
The downstairs rooms lightened slightly from no visible source, then darkened again, as she meandered through them, her fingertips trailing along the furniture that was both ancient and new. One hand palmed the wall gently, the wallpaper changing appropriately and she smiled without humor. The house was so intriguing. Her father had bought it for her and it was odd that something inanimate could sense her moods and respond accordingly without her trying. It was a piece of home she was grateful to have, if nothing else came with her.
Moving down the long hall to the tallest staircase, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath that wasn't needed. Subsequent breaths came slowly as she pondered the last few days since the arrival of John Winchester. Dean's excitement, Sam's completely opposite reaction.
It was as she climbed the stairs that the memory came to her, unbidden. The Doctor had taken her to see Elvis Presley after nearly getting her hanged as a witch in Salem. Overhearing him speak, something he'd said had stayed with her for a very long time and now, well, now she sat down on the top stair to whisper it into the darkness.
"Don't criticize what you don't understand, son." She imitated his twang with perfect clarity. "You never walked in that man's shoes."
Resting her hand on her chin, Anne remembered her talk with Bobby and how she had, for the briefest moment, become her mother combined with the brattiness of her youth. Fix it, she'd said. Something her mother had always told her father and something she had often said to Anton.
Anne shook her head as she stood and continued her walk to the large master suite. With her heart at it's darkest, feeling more alone than she had since James' death, she paused before easing down onto the seat of her vanity.
Even without light, her reflection was clear and she could see her mother there, her father and all those she knew and loved. So far and yet-
Without any gesture from Antigone, there was a faint burst of light and there, in the darkness next to her was her tiara. Spinning slowly, it hovered just in front of her and she watched it move without a sound. Reaching out, she touched it with a fingertip and felt the contours of the diamonds and white gold move under her finger as it continued to spin.
She closed her eyes and remembered.
Anteros, Daddy, Zeus, Apollo, the War, hiding, being hidden, interference and nothing being 'fixed' followed by loving Sam, identifying with Dean, being friends with Bela... understanding Bobby.
Anne watched the tiara for a moment more and just before it disappeared, she swore she saw the beaches of Troy reflected in her mirror. She stood and draped herself across the bed, the canopy lowering just a smidge before she glared at it.
Closing her eyes, she murmured, "Ant?"
There was a soft dip in the bed before a responding murmur next to her ear, "Princess?"
Antigone smiled, eyes still closed. "I love him. I wanted to fix this for him."
"You knew that he was the only one who could fix it." The warm breath against her ear caused her to shiver and she resisted the urge to curl up next to nothing. She did, however, nod. The voice continued. "You always meddle."
Her smile grew. "A flaw in my character."
"One of many," came the teasing response. "What you see as normal, isn't. Everyone has their flaws. Including him. Including all of them."
Anne's smile faded. "I know. I think I'll just stay here until it blows over."
"You are brilliant." Lips against her ear before brushing her cheek. "Not all meddling is bad. Not everything can be fixed. You've never walked in their shoes."
She thought about that for a long moment. "I'm not sure I want to, now."
"You cannot change who you are simply by mere thought." Lips brushed the corner of her mouth.
Anne sighed and nodded, feeling herself nod off. "Stay."
When she woke, there was no one there.
Antigone Grace
Greek Mythology
785 Words
Her house was what she was on all occasions and tonight, unlike most nights, it was dark. Not her mood, but the emptiness, the loneliness. Her dress was traditional, the chiton she wore draped perfectly across her curves. Her hair was twisted atop her head as it did when she felt at her most formal. When she felt the need to connect with who she truly, deeply was.
The downstairs rooms lightened slightly from no visible source, then darkened again, as she meandered through them, her fingertips trailing along the furniture that was both ancient and new. One hand palmed the wall gently, the wallpaper changing appropriately and she smiled without humor. The house was so intriguing. Her father had bought it for her and it was odd that something inanimate could sense her moods and respond accordingly without her trying. It was a piece of home she was grateful to have, if nothing else came with her.
Moving down the long hall to the tallest staircase, she paused for a moment, taking a deep breath that wasn't needed. Subsequent breaths came slowly as she pondered the last few days since the arrival of John Winchester. Dean's excitement, Sam's completely opposite reaction.
It was as she climbed the stairs that the memory came to her, unbidden. The Doctor had taken her to see Elvis Presley after nearly getting her hanged as a witch in Salem. Overhearing him speak, something he'd said had stayed with her for a very long time and now, well, now she sat down on the top stair to whisper it into the darkness.
"Don't criticize what you don't understand, son." She imitated his twang with perfect clarity. "You never walked in that man's shoes."
Resting her hand on her chin, Anne remembered her talk with Bobby and how she had, for the briefest moment, become her mother combined with the brattiness of her youth. Fix it, she'd said. Something her mother had always told her father and something she had often said to Anton.
Anne shook her head as she stood and continued her walk to the large master suite. With her heart at it's darkest, feeling more alone than she had since James' death, she paused before easing down onto the seat of her vanity.
Even without light, her reflection was clear and she could see her mother there, her father and all those she knew and loved. So far and yet-
Without any gesture from Antigone, there was a faint burst of light and there, in the darkness next to her was her tiara. Spinning slowly, it hovered just in front of her and she watched it move without a sound. Reaching out, she touched it with a fingertip and felt the contours of the diamonds and white gold move under her finger as it continued to spin.
She closed her eyes and remembered.
Anteros, Daddy, Zeus, Apollo, the War, hiding, being hidden, interference and nothing being 'fixed' followed by loving Sam, identifying with Dean, being friends with Bela... understanding Bobby.
Anne watched the tiara for a moment more and just before it disappeared, she swore she saw the beaches of Troy reflected in her mirror. She stood and draped herself across the bed, the canopy lowering just a smidge before she glared at it.
Closing her eyes, she murmured, "Ant?"
There was a soft dip in the bed before a responding murmur next to her ear, "Princess?"
Antigone smiled, eyes still closed. "I love him. I wanted to fix this for him."
"You knew that he was the only one who could fix it." The warm breath against her ear caused her to shiver and she resisted the urge to curl up next to nothing. She did, however, nod. The voice continued. "You always meddle."
Her smile grew. "A flaw in my character."
"One of many," came the teasing response. "What you see as normal, isn't. Everyone has their flaws. Including him. Including all of them."
Anne's smile faded. "I know. I think I'll just stay here until it blows over."
"You are brilliant." Lips against her ear before brushing her cheek. "Not all meddling is bad. Not everything can be fixed. You've never walked in their shoes."
She thought about that for a long moment. "I'm not sure I want to, now."
"You cannot change who you are simply by mere thought." Lips brushed the corner of her mouth.
Anne sighed and nodded, feeling herself nod off. "Stay."
When she woke, there was no one there.
Antigone Grace
Greek Mythology
785 Words
