“In the end it was her choice. But every possible scenario he came up with ended with the same thing. A broken heart. Either his. Or Lisbon’s.” A romantic offer, jealousy, heartache, daydreams and in the middle of it all a crazy killer on the loose in an approaching snow-storm. What could possibly go wrong? Spoilers for 6×15 & beyond. Jisbon. Angsty fluffy multi-chapter
Which is already over 23,000 words, please read on FF.Net
What it says above. Merry Christmas. (These are supposed to be Jane & Lisbon, I’m still not really good at drawing, but making this was fun).
Show: The Mentalist; Pairing: Jisbon Rating: T Warning! Spoilers for 6×09!!!! A/N: A day after I swore never to write anything fan or fiction related ever again, my head decided it was a stupid decision and made me do this. Thanks, head. I, guess. Disclaimer: Own nothing. Except for the typos. They are mine. And mine alone. Good thing, that
I was so happy when I saw how this one turned out. Not that it matters, with the exception of 2 friends, no one is going to look at it anyway. Ah well, ignore me, just one of those days when being invisible hurts.
And then I head deeper into the mist, branches clawing at my shirt and backpack. Awesome, the photos are going to be great! And suddenly a thought crosses my mind. “This feels like the first five minutes of Supernatural”. I stop. And blink. “Shit”, I whisper into the silence…
And I step into the orchard, following the whispers of of the wind. And suddenly, out there in the mist, I see them. Two figures hiding in the dusk. “Hello?” I call out, amazed at my own courage. I never thought that in a moment like this, anything other than a scream would leave my mouth. But then again, I never thought, I’d actually see real ghosts.
Walking into the forest, into the fog, into great silence, I felt at peace. For half an hour on a dark November day, I was myself again. And even though I was the only person in that forest, for the first time in a long time I didn’t feel lost and alone. Even though I was.
There is always hope. There is always light. There is always beauty. Sometimes it’s hard to see. But it’s there. Trust me on that
Went into the forest. Lots of gloom. Lots of fog. Got lost for half an hour. Loved every second of it.
I still cannot draw. And do not ask me why a) Lisbon and Jane are there in the first place and b) why Lisbon is wearing a lobster costume. Just. Don’t.