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fksqueeTitle: Patient
Author: Michelle Rosenberg
Pairing: N/N, but no actual pairing taking place.
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: My first FK fic since the slinky challenge. This is a songfic, a genre Im not really hip on. However, I wanted to try to combine my two favorite things (Tool and FK), and I always try to write my experimental songfics where they could stand alone without the lyrics. Feedback is always appreciated. Its not really a specific challenge, however, I was intruiged by the thirty minute time limit, so I went for that. If this is bad, I can take the fic out of the community.
Disclaimers: I dont own them. FK is not mine. However, I would like to make Nick mine in ways that cannot be discussed here. Also, "The Patient" by Tool is a really awesome song, and I reccomend it to anyone, however, I didnt write it, nor did I sing it.
Sometimes I get so sick of him. His refusal to accept things that he can change, and to change them rather than obsessing over the fact that he is doomed. Doomed is really NOT the key term here. Unless you happen to be Nick Knight, and you think that just because you’ve been alive for centuries as a supernatural creature that you must somehow be inherently evil. Sometimes I don’t know why I offer my help. Oh, wait. Yes I do. I love the man.
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
Day in and day out, I write in my books, recording every little change, and the changes that haven’t yet occurred. He sits on my table, staring at me with those eyes that plead for me to be his only savior. Sometimes the stress is overwhelming, and the feeling of failure makes it seem like a dream to take the books, and the man, and set fire to them all. But I can’t do that. Because I love the man.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Maybe someday, I hope, he will discover that my interest in science waned from the first time he spoke. He isn’t just my experiment anymore. He has become my life. I have devoted everything to him; a fact that I will never admit. Now all I can do is wait for the day when he figures out that he couldn’t live without me. If that day ever comes, that is. Even if he gives up on himself, I never will because I love the man.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
He is sitting on my table now, shirtless, waiting on my next instruction or question. All I can do is stare at him. I know that all he would have to do is reach out and snap my neck, and it would be over. He stands and wraps his arms around me. Maybe it is a thank you, or perhaps something deeper than that. I sink into him and rub the backs of his arms with my latex covered hands. He kisses my forehead like he always does, and I close my eyes.
“Thank you,” he says.
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
Loaded words. He still thinks I can save him, but I don’t know if I can. I’m going to try until the day I die, and if I don’t succeed, then he will carry on forever, or maybe he will die with me. What if he doesn’t want to be truly saved? What if this is all his own experiment? What if this means nothing? I have faith in him, though. Because I love the man.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
It won’t be this way forever. He will see me differently one day. Maybe someday he will love me too.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
Maybe one day he will realize that no matter what, I will never see him differently. He could kill me, or he could love me, because he has more power and strength than any human being. Just the thrill of being next to him, and knowing that I’m in danger thrills me. Fierce eyes, and sharp teeth, the strength of dozens, and the power to control it all; I love the man. But just as much, I love the vampire.
Gonna wait it out.
Author: Michelle Rosenberg
Pairing: N/N, but no actual pairing taking place.
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: My first FK fic since the slinky challenge. This is a songfic, a genre Im not really hip on. However, I wanted to try to combine my two favorite things (Tool and FK), and I always try to write my experimental songfics where they could stand alone without the lyrics. Feedback is always appreciated. Its not really a specific challenge, however, I was intruiged by the thirty minute time limit, so I went for that. If this is bad, I can take the fic out of the community.
Disclaimers: I dont own them. FK is not mine. However, I would like to make Nick mine in ways that cannot be discussed here. Also, "The Patient" by Tool is a really awesome song, and I reccomend it to anyone, however, I didnt write it, nor did I sing it.
Sometimes I get so sick of him. His refusal to accept things that he can change, and to change them rather than obsessing over the fact that he is doomed. Doomed is really NOT the key term here. Unless you happen to be Nick Knight, and you think that just because you’ve been alive for centuries as a supernatural creature that you must somehow be inherently evil. Sometimes I don’t know why I offer my help. Oh, wait. Yes I do. I love the man.
A groan of tedium escapes me,
Startling the fearful.
Is this a test? It has to be,
Otherwise I can't go on.
Draining patience, drain vitality.
This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old.
Day in and day out, I write in my books, recording every little change, and the changes that haven’t yet occurred. He sits on my table, staring at me with those eyes that plead for me to be his only savior. Sometimes the stress is overwhelming, and the feeling of failure makes it seem like a dream to take the books, and the man, and set fire to them all. But I can’t do that. Because I love the man.
But I'm still right here
Giving blood, keeping faith
And I'm still right here.
Maybe someday, I hope, he will discover that my interest in science waned from the first time he spoke. He isn’t just my experiment anymore. He has become my life. I have devoted everything to him; a fact that I will never admit. Now all I can do is wait for the day when he figures out that he couldn’t live without me. If that day ever comes, that is. Even if he gives up on himself, I never will because I love the man.
Wait it out,
Gonna wait it out,
Be patient (wait it out).
He is sitting on my table now, shirtless, waiting on my next instruction or question. All I can do is stare at him. I know that all he would have to do is reach out and snap my neck, and it would be over. He stands and wraps his arms around me. Maybe it is a thank you, or perhaps something deeper than that. I sink into him and rub the backs of his arms with my latex covered hands. He kisses my forehead like he always does, and I close my eyes.
“Thank you,” he says.
If there were no rewards to reap,
No loving embrace to see me through
This tedious path I've chosen here,
I certainly would've walked away by now.
Gonna wait it out.
Loaded words. He still thinks I can save him, but I don’t know if I can. I’m going to try until the day I die, and if I don’t succeed, then he will carry on forever, or maybe he will die with me. What if he doesn’t want to be truly saved? What if this is all his own experiment? What if this means nothing? I have faith in him, though. Because I love the man.
If there were no desire to heal
The damaged and broken met along
This tedious path I've chosen here
I certainly would've walked away by now.
It won’t be this way forever. He will see me differently one day. Maybe someday he will love me too.
Be patient.
I must keep reminding myself of this.
Maybe one day he will realize that no matter what, I will never see him differently. He could kill me, or he could love me, because he has more power and strength than any human being. Just the thrill of being next to him, and knowing that I’m in danger thrills me. Fierce eyes, and sharp teeth, the strength of dozens, and the power to control it all; I love the man. But just as much, I love the vampire.
Gonna wait it out.
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