Title: Black coffee Fandom/original: Doctor Horrible's sing-along blog Characters: Billy Buddy/Doctor horrible, Penny Rating:T (For once use of language I suppose) Word count: 366
Sometimes she brought coffee, other days it was hot chocolate. He had learned to associate her moods with the drinks she brought.
If she was happy or pleased with something she brought the hot chocolate, whipped cream if she was celebrating. If she was pissed off, it was coffee.
Today she had coffee and it was black.
They sat is silence for a while both watching the laundry tumble round and round, both lost in their own thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her stir the coffee. It too span round and he felt himself get light headed. Though he didn’t think it was from just the spinning, Penny seemed to have that effect of him.
She suddenly looked up and met his stare a cold pain behind her usual warm eyes.
“Billy…” He felt his heart stop at his name. The way she spoke it was like music to him and he wished he could listen to it forever.
But he couldn’t so he replied, “Yes?”
His voice was nowhere as near as beautiful as hers and he felt ashamed of even speaking.
“Have you ever liked someone more than they liked you?”
He blinked hard, trying to keep the sweat from his eyes.
Of course he had, He always had, and he always would. He loved her with every being of himself and he knew that she just saw him as a friend. That hurt him.
He couldn’t tell her how he felt, how could he? She was a God compared to him, and Gods and mortals were never meant to be together.
So he just mumbled, “I suppose… well I think I do, I mean well yeah, not that much” He cringed and started at the coffee in his own hands. He hated lying to her, but he knew it was for their own good, well her own good at least. She deserved someone a lot better than him, anyone except him.
He heard here sigh once and he took a sip of his coffee, pretending not to notice the look on her face.
For it looked remarkably like the face he wore every time he spoke to her.
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on 2008-09-30 06:40 pm (UTC)Fandom/original: Doctor Horrible's sing-along blog
Characters: Billy Buddy/Doctor horrible, Penny
Rating:T (For once use of language I suppose)
Word count: 366
Sometimes she brought coffee, other days it was hot chocolate. He had learned to associate her moods with the drinks she brought.
If she was happy or pleased with something she brought the hot chocolate, whipped cream if she was celebrating. If she was pissed off, it was coffee.
Today she had coffee and it was black.
They sat is silence for a while both watching the laundry tumble round and round, both lost in their own thoughts. Out of the corner of his eye he watched her stir the coffee. It too span round and he felt himself get light headed. Though he didn’t think it was from just the spinning, Penny seemed to have that effect of him.
She suddenly looked up and met his stare a cold pain behind her usual warm eyes.
“Billy…”
He felt his heart stop at his name. The way she spoke it was like music to him and he wished he could listen to it forever.
But he couldn’t so he replied, “Yes?”
His voice was nowhere as near as beautiful as hers and he felt ashamed of even speaking.
“Have you ever liked someone more than they liked you?”
He blinked hard, trying to keep the sweat from his eyes.
Of course he had, He always had, and he always would. He loved her with every being of himself and he knew that she just saw him as a friend. That hurt him.
He couldn’t tell her how he felt, how could he? She was a God compared to him, and Gods and mortals were never meant to be together.
So he just mumbled, “I suppose… well I think I do, I mean well yeah, not that much” He cringed and started at the coffee in his own hands. He hated lying to her, but he knew it was for their own good, well her own good at least. She deserved someone a lot better than him, anyone except him.
He heard here sigh once and he took a sip of his coffee, pretending not to notice the look on her face.
For it looked remarkably like the face he wore every time he spoke to her.