Claimers: I own them, not you.
Title & Lyrics: Aerosmith own it,
not me. I do not claim to.
Dedications: To Wlfgrrl and Sway. May
we make the best 'House From Hell'.
Commas: It reads perfectly.
When you can't define the crime
Then life ain't worth a dime
Elle's POV
LaOC IV - Love Has Got
Me Down, A Tear Has Hit The Ground
'Dizzy, don't be mad at me.'
Maybe flashing myself back so quickly wasn't such a
good idea.
At least we're in the privacy of her place, rather than
publicly rowing!
I always think people will realise I'm God, and start
taking pictures.
'I'm not mad at you.'
And this is said with gritted teeth, and a total refusal
to look at me.
I believe you, Dizzy; my stubborn little Angel!
I sit down next to her and pick her hand up.
Let's see how long she can hold her immense
outburst back; especially when I say my next sentence.
'Yes you are. Lucy's always flirted with me,
long before you came along.'
Not quite how I meant to say it.
I feel her hand rip out of mine as she gets up, moving
away from me.
Then she turns back, and... oh. Dear.
'I know she's been around longer than me. She tells
me whenever I see her. I know what you two used to do. You both
told me! I know what she'd like to do to you still; again, I
hear it everytime! And you never tell her to shut up?! You're God, for
fuck's sake! Can't you muzzle the bitch?'
Can you imagine the steel girders needed to shut Lucy
up?
It's a sheer impossibility.
If the Titanic sunk with all that metal protection,
then nothing's strong enough.
Her eyes flash, as she waves her hands.
I get up and move to her, but she stops me with a raised
finger.
Like an owner with a new puppy.
When anger takes hold, the words we speak, are
not always truthful.
They're drenched in other agendas, whether we realise
this or not.
And often, they are more hurtful, and stinging,
than anything else in our arsenal.
Words; our most powerful weapon.
Dizzy shows her worth and proves this, with one
statement.
'Earlier I thought she ruined tonight, but
I was wrong. She didn't ruin tonight, Elle. She never ruins any
tonights when she shows up. You ruin it! You do, by not... I
don't know... by not stopping her!'
The impact hits me deep in my chest, and I step back;
as if it were real.
Hard and painful; like a verbal punch to the heart should
be.
I don't have anything to say.
She's right of course.
Still; her words hit me dead centre.
Silly me for thinking she had finished.
Why stop now?
I still seem to be breathing.
Never leave a kill half done, Dizzy.
I've reminded you that enough times.
'Sometimes I feel like you're with the wrong person,
Elle.'
There it is.
Bravo.
The final blow.
I manage to speak though; perhaps it's thousands of
years of practice in gruesome situations?
'I'm with the right person. You. Lucy and I... we've
always been that way. Even before anything happened. It's just her!'
It is.
She's always been like that.
She didn't fit the profile of the Devil, the profile
fitted her.
She slotted into the role so smoothly.
It was what she was built for.
'How do I compete against someone like that, Elle? I
can't. You and her... it doesn't matter. I'm tired. I don't really want
to talk anymore. We can sort this out another day.'
There's not even anger in her anymore.
Before, it surrounded her, like a swarm of bees.
Now it's gone.
Resignation gently falls from her, hitting the floor
softly, as she walks into her bedroom.
Here I am again, alone.
Discord's POV
Great end to a night.
I take my clothes off, folding them up like I'm in boot
camp.
Everything neat and tidy.
I know she hasn't gone, 'cause I haven't seen the flash.
There was a time when I'd think I was being an asshole.
But, shit, this her and Lucy stuff happens to often.
Maybe not lately, what with her not speaking to the
bitch.
I still feel like, you know, if Lucy wasn't the
Devil and Elle wasn't God, then she'd be with her, not me.
I put on my shorts and a T and get in bed.
I'm not tired, but I need to lie down.
Then the bedroom door opens, and I feel her.
It's weird, but it's just that; I can feel
her.
But I'm not saying sorry.
She... she makes me feel shitty.
I'm not saying sorry to her for that!
Then I feel her sitting on the bed.
Yeah, maybe I'm stubborn; but I'm in the right.
For once I've got a valid point!
'Dizzy, can't we talk some more, about... earlier? I
don't like leaving things unresolved.'
My body moves all on its own, turning to face her.
'There's nothing to resolve. It's ok. I'm not in a huff.'
I'm not.
Well, not really.
I mean, maybe a bit, but not like, major huffy.
She slowly nods, like when you've been told some bad
news, and you're all sad and resigned.
'Thing's aren't resolved though, are they?
I wanted tonight to be nice, not like this.'
I know her and Lucy will never be resolved; never.
I'm the one she ended up with, not the one she wanted.
Her eyes go wide as she stands up, hands on her hips.
Yeah, you heard that, didn't you?
Crap.
'Yes! Don't you ever listen to a word I say to you?
If I wanted to be with Lucy, I've had several hundred thousand years to
do it! You know why I faltered and we... whatever. I had temporarily
lost my sanity. I had temporarily lost you!'
With that, she flashes herself out of her dress
and... hey, they're my bed things!
That's one way to show the size difference between us.
And stop reading my thoughts!
'Sorry, ok, you're blocked. Look how swamped I
am! Will you jump in after me if I start to drown?'
She's... you know, when it all comes down to it; she's
cute.
I should still be mad at her, I know I should, but she's
flapping her arms about in my T.
It's big on me, so... I'm not going to smile at what
she looks like, I'm not!
She has this way of being all spazzy, but not doing
it on purpose.
It's just her.
'You're staying then? Or you planning on stealing my
oversize shorts and T?'
'I'm not going until we're back in love.'
It's that fuckin' cute thing again.
Hands on hips, somewhere, I guess, they're hidden
by all the material.
If those shorts weren't mine, I'd say she was wearing
a pair of sweat pants!
'I'm not ok with you and... her. But you can
sleep over if you want. Only 'cause you're changed.'
I'm not going to be all nice to her; not yet anyway.
She smiles at me as she pokes me over the other side,
sliding in.
'Did you want the warm side, Dizzy?'
'No. 'so.k.'
I'm right, so I'm... I'm gonna be tough and, you know,
unmoveable.
'Cept she's doing that thing again.
When she's just being her, and it starts to make me
feel bad about being nasty to her.
'Lie on your back.'
'No funny stuff. You kinda squashed my libido in the
restaurant, Elle.'
Makes me think she's planning something when she's one
big smile.
But I do it, 'cause at the end of the day, she's God,
not Lucifer.
Elle's POV
'Lie on your back.'
I can't sleep next to her anymore.
I have to sleep another way.
'No funny stuff. You kinda squashed my libido in the
restaurant, Elle.'
I smile at her, desperately trying to make myself look
all happy and jovial.
Best way to get things back on track with her.
By being me; because that's who she loves.
Then I slide up to her, put her arm round my shoulder,
and rest my head on her chest.
I can hear her heart beating.
It never fails to genuinely make me smile.
One little thing, capable of so very, very, much.
Life; love; breaking; mending.
Such a spectacular piece of engineering.
She's not tense beneath me, but she's not totally relaxed.
So I lift my head up and kiss her, not quickly, but
not slowly.
And when I move away, her eyes are closed.
See, Dizzy, you can't fight love!
You can try, but it will always crush your
resistance beneath it's heel.
'Good night, Dizzy.'
'I... yeah, um, night.'
And there's one thing I will always do with
love; never, ever give up on it.