(seperation au: some angst, not too heavy)
“And it scares me, because I love you!”
When those words left Henry Jekyll’s mouth, the mysterious Edward Hyde’s body went rigid.
He breathed. In. Out.
His mind wandered for a moment, like his head was underwater, but he knew he was breathing, because he was forcing himself to.
“No. No, no, no, you don’t-”
Edward’s eyes were saucers. Jekyll’s were filled with pity.
Edward collapsed in Jekyll’s chair. Even as his body crumpled, it stayed rigid. Stiff.
His heart felt stiff.
He was just……
“You’re angry,” Edward started, as if he had a right to explain. “You’re angry, and you’re just trying to win. You always win, Jekyll. You always want to.”
Jekyll shook his head slowly. He was poised. Regal still. Not like Hyde. Hyde was broken, you could see it in his face. In his hair, the way he spoke, the way his posture changed when Jekyll said those fucking words.
Yet Jekyll was pained, he was tired, he was angry and he was infatuated. Horribly so. He never showed it, though. Not like Hyde.
“You are a wretched, horrid beast, and I’m…… utterly in love with you.”
It felt good, to have Jekyll say it again.
Just a bit.
His shoulders slumped.
“It’s the truth.”
He sighed. “And you shall do nothing about it. Continue to ignore me. I shall except it all the same.”
“Not this time.” He heard Jekyll’s footsteps, but Edward did not look up. His neck would not move. “I’ll make this one right.”
Edward Hyde believed him, for now. He was not so stiff anymore.
(this is SHORT and BAD because it’s late and i don’t feel good. feel free to request prompts and fics, doesn’t have to be jekyll and hyde, anything you please. have a good night/day/afternoon!)