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notaballad) wrote2009-07-08 04:41 pm
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sunday_reveries: Truth quote
"Sometimes someone can mean so much to you, that not even the truth can change your mind."
-Unknown
[Takes place immediately after this]
[Peter/Michael/Thatcher is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spongetastic and is used with permission <3]
-Unknown
[Takes place immediately after this]
Desmond felt all of the air rush out of him just like he'd been punched in the stomach at Thatcher's words. "Michael doesn't love you. Any feelings he has for you have been imprinted in his mind. Don’t you get it? None of it is real."
For a long moment, all that he could do was stare at the detective, who looked so much like Peter and Michael because they were all the same man, only none of them knew it. Rationally, he knew that it sounded crazy; the whole concept of the Dollhouse -- people's minds being erased and imprinted with new personalites? It made no sense -- was completely insane, but Desmond knew that there was no way in hell that the feelings Peter/Michael/Thatcher felt for him were fake.
His conviction was further confirmed by five very significant words coming out of Thatcher's mouth -- "You're very important to me."
Desmond immediately latched onto those words, looking Thatcher deeply in the eyes. "You're wrong. Michael may be fabricated, but I know that Peter loves me. The Dollhouse can't erase that. They can't take that away. There are just some things that are meant to be, and nothing, nothing can stand in their way."
He dragged his tongue over his lips, staring intently at Thatcher. "I've known for a while that Michael and Peter are the same person, and you want to know something else? I think you're another imprint. Why else would you tell me -- a client, a man that you barely know -- that I'm very important to you? You know why? I'll tell you why. Peter has said that to me." He moved forward a few steps, getting right into Thatcher's personal space and leaning in close. "The Dollhouse can't stop us from being together, Peter. You know this. I know you do. I will find a way to get you out of there, I promise."
He met Thatcher's startled gaze with his own intense stare, and then suddenly brought his hands up to catch the sides of the other man's face, pulling him close and capturing his lips, sealing his promise with a soul-scorching kiss.
For a long moment, all that he could do was stare at the detective, who looked so much like Peter and Michael because they were all the same man, only none of them knew it. Rationally, he knew that it sounded crazy; the whole concept of the Dollhouse -- people's minds being erased and imprinted with new personalites? It made no sense -- was completely insane, but Desmond knew that there was no way in hell that the feelings Peter/Michael/Thatcher felt for him were fake.
His conviction was further confirmed by five very significant words coming out of Thatcher's mouth -- "You're very important to me."
Desmond immediately latched onto those words, looking Thatcher deeply in the eyes. "You're wrong. Michael may be fabricated, but I know that Peter loves me. The Dollhouse can't erase that. They can't take that away. There are just some things that are meant to be, and nothing, nothing can stand in their way."
He dragged his tongue over his lips, staring intently at Thatcher. "I've known for a while that Michael and Peter are the same person, and you want to know something else? I think you're another imprint. Why else would you tell me -- a client, a man that you barely know -- that I'm very important to you? You know why? I'll tell you why. Peter has said that to me." He moved forward a few steps, getting right into Thatcher's personal space and leaning in close. "The Dollhouse can't stop us from being together, Peter. You know this. I know you do. I will find a way to get you out of there, I promise."
He met Thatcher's startled gaze with his own intense stare, and then suddenly brought his hands up to catch the sides of the other man's face, pulling him close and capturing his lips, sealing his promise with a soul-scorching kiss.
[Peter/Michael/Thatcher is
spongetastic and is used with permission <3]
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