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Fic: Glamor (Heroes, R, Candice/Isaac)
Title: Glamor
Rating: R
Fandom: Heroes
Character/Pairing: Isaac/Simone (kinda), Isaac/Candace
Spoilers: through Parasite
Warnings: Dark themes, drug use, mindfuck.
Summary: He can't save the world. He can't even save himself.
Notes: First posted here. Cut text is from The Faerie Oak of Corriewater, a delightfully disturbing Scottish folk ballad with themes of transformation, enslavement, and destruction...
She doesn't come here to help Isaac. She doesn't even come here to use him, at least not for whatever purpose he was drawn into their God-damned conspiracy game for. He would keep on painting regardless, little though he cares anymore; his power is no power of his, the future just wants to be seen and it seizes control of the mind and hands it has available.
(It's not as if Isaac is using them for anything worthwhile. The drug hasn't been invented that will let him leave his mind behind forever, ripped to pieces as it is with guilt and grief, but he's trying as hard as he can.)
And when he has finally run out, Simone is always there, except that it's not Simone, of course, it never will be again. Sometimes she's wearing her bloodstained clothes, and presses Isaac's hands to the holes in her side, and kisses the tears from his face: not to relieve him of them, of course, but just to taste them, and smile. Sometimes she looks almost normal, in clothes like she would have worn to a show, and won't touch him at all. (He tried to touch her, once, only the first time since she'd sent the police away, and was sharply slapped- how dare he, after what he'd done?- and could only babble apologies through the haze.) And sometimes, she wears nothing at all, and those times are always the worst.
He still fucks her, of course.
And of course the world always flickers just before he comes, taking Simone away from him (again) and leaving in her place this strange woman with her broad smirk. Because she comes here to hurt him, and to watch him hurt himself, and she can see plainly that he's just a little bit more broken this time than he was last time, and next time he'll be a little more broken still. She is worse for him than any drug, and just as impossible to resist. (They had to lock him into his room to get him the few clean weeks he got; he hopes Peter never comes back to see how right he was. You couldn't even save yourself.)
Isaac wonders, sometimes, what she'll do when she's used him all up; whether she has someone who will leave another junkie on her table the way she leaves the drugs on his (or sometimes stays to watch him shoot up, smiling at the sight that would have horrified the real Simone). He wonders why she's so much more turned on by the despair in his eyes than the lust. He wonders if maybe she needs to torture him like this, and why.
But he won't ask her.
She might stop coming.
Title: Glamor
Rating: R
Fandom: Heroes
Character/Pairing: Isaac/Simone (kinda), Isaac/Candace
Spoilers: through Parasite
Warnings: Dark themes, drug use, mindfuck.
Summary: He can't save the world. He can't even save himself.
Notes: First posted here. Cut text is from The Faerie Oak of Corriewater, a delightfully disturbing Scottish folk ballad with themes of transformation, enslavement, and destruction...
She doesn't come here to help Isaac. She doesn't even come here to use him, at least not for whatever purpose he was drawn into their God-damned conspiracy game for. He would keep on painting regardless, little though he cares anymore; his power is no power of his, the future just wants to be seen and it seizes control of the mind and hands it has available.
(It's not as if Isaac is using them for anything worthwhile. The drug hasn't been invented that will let him leave his mind behind forever, ripped to pieces as it is with guilt and grief, but he's trying as hard as he can.)
And when he has finally run out, Simone is always there, except that it's not Simone, of course, it never will be again. Sometimes she's wearing her bloodstained clothes, and presses Isaac's hands to the holes in her side, and kisses the tears from his face: not to relieve him of them, of course, but just to taste them, and smile. Sometimes she looks almost normal, in clothes like she would have worn to a show, and won't touch him at all. (He tried to touch her, once, only the first time since she'd sent the police away, and was sharply slapped- how dare he, after what he'd done?- and could only babble apologies through the haze.) And sometimes, she wears nothing at all, and those times are always the worst.
He still fucks her, of course.
And of course the world always flickers just before he comes, taking Simone away from him (again) and leaving in her place this strange woman with her broad smirk. Because she comes here to hurt him, and to watch him hurt himself, and she can see plainly that he's just a little bit more broken this time than he was last time, and next time he'll be a little more broken still. She is worse for him than any drug, and just as impossible to resist. (They had to lock him into his room to get him the few clean weeks he got; he hopes Peter never comes back to see how right he was. You couldn't even save yourself.)
Isaac wonders, sometimes, what she'll do when she's used him all up; whether she has someone who will leave another junkie on her table the way she leaves the drugs on his (or sometimes stays to watch him shoot up, smiling at the sight that would have horrified the real Simone). He wonders why she's so much more turned on by the despair in his eyes than the lust. He wonders if maybe she needs to torture him like this, and why.
But he won't ask her.
She might stop coming.
