hiding your soul in your solitude

Reccing Note: If there's any fic that delves into Davis pov from the start and throws you into this pairing headlong, this might as well be it. I know that's what it did for me.

hiding your soul in your solitude
960 words. pg13. s8 abyss
by viennawaits at infishbowls

A lot had gone through his head when he’d first seen Chloe.
Your face is my light he says
The day shines better for the view
The birds talk among themselves
Their words tell tales of you. – Zap Mama, Nostalgie Amoureuse

*
A lot had gone through his head when he’d first seen Chloe. Cute and steady, even though the block looked like a disaster area—was a disaster area—and he’d wanted to ask her out, prolong contact; all the good stuff.

Then Clark had appeared like a fashion spread for GQ-fucking regular guys over and Davis had held it in, but not given up. There was something and nothing going on between Chloe and Clark.

He’d decided to try and offered to help out with Bette.

Maybe, maybe if Davis had been quick and rushed them both into a mistake before vending machine jewelry and exclamations of engagements were announced, maybe things would be different.

He’d gotten caught up in the ego-stroke of his effect on her. He should’ve kissed her anyway instead of playing it straight, spouting sappy lines about love and holding it in that she had surprised him; woken him up.

*

Within hours of meeting Chloe, he’d told her about running away.

He’d wanted to tell her more, about all of it, every home, every black out, wanting to help people, every thing.

This led to potentially career destroying favors that involved discovering that Chloe’s attractive male friend ratio is disgusting and her friends are blind, deaf, and dumb.

*

He has other worries; the blood on his hands when he wakes up sometimes.

The rosary.

*

He hates Clark. Hates how Chloe looks at him. Davis hates that Clark is there when he wakes up feeling broken. He hates that there isn’t much to hate about Clark, but he walks away anyway.

He’s always taken care of himself.

*

Davis was almost sick, pleasantly sick, but wary to indulge.

There was that weird shadow creature and the blood that still wasn’t his.

Then there’s Chloe who’d caught him, believed in him, and let him fall apart in front of her. Davis had never thought he was subtle about his feelings, but he’d been hoping for something more.

Sweep her off her feet; kiss her and never stop.

*

He wakes up alleys, beds, and homes that aren’t his, with blood on his hands, on his clothes and in his hair.

He washes it off and moves on, tells himself it’ll get better.

*

Davis tries to talk to Lois once. Chloe is still avoiding him so when he approaches Lois’ desk he expects the wary look. It answers a lot of questions for him.

She doesn’t remember what happened and immediately starts talking about Jimmy. “I don’t know you that well, and even though I think Chloe could do so much,” Lois blanched and then corrected herself. “My maid of honor dress is already picked out and everything.”

They face each other, both uncomfortable, and just wait. He runs through three different scenarios. He could stab her, pay back and all of that, he could smile and lie, or he could leave.

He chooses a combination of the latter two, “I just want Chloe to be happy.” Lois smiles, still uncomfortable and gestures towards her desk. “I have work.”

*

He tries things out. Jumping off of skyscrapers is his personal favorite. It makes him feel like a god as he lands on his feet, putting dents into the pavement.

Sometimes he dies, but he always comes back. Stronger, better than ever.

*

Everything is new. He has been given a new body, a beautiful new body. As he gives himself over to the blackouts, Davis knows that the answers are somewhere on the other side.

*

Davis learned a long time ago not to invest in fantasy. So when Chloe approaches him, wide-eyed and scared, saying “You’re the only one I can trust,” Davis waits.

He’d wanted to be the only one, but not the only one.

*

Chloe takes his hand, “I can remember wanting to kiss you.”

Davis tries to take his hand back. “You’re engaged.”

Chloe scoffs, “I don’t remember him. I remember you and I feel like that’s for a reason. You do too or you wouldn’t have said anything about Jimmy being the wrong one.”

“Eventually, probably soon you’re going to remember and I’m not going to take advantage of you.”

Her grip on his hand had tightened and he could’ve broken it easily, but he chooses to hang on.

“You may not feel comfortable kissing me and you don’t have to kiss me back, but I’m going to kiss you now because I want to.”

Her tongue flicks against his bottom lip and he breaks, gives in. He kisses her back with a desire for much more than she could ever give back to him.

*

Davis has never been the nicest guy and Chloe feels like his center of gravity.

*

There’s something new to Chloe when she shows up the next morning, something more than just her knowing.

“We need to talk.”

“I wish it had happened differently, but I’m not sorry I kissed you.”

Her lips turn up for a moment; “We can’t see each other anymore.”

“You kissed me.”

She’s shaking her head and reaching behind her for the doorknob. “I don’t blame you, but that never should’ve happened. You were right last night we both knew that. It never would’ve happened if I hadn’t lost my memory.”

“That’s not true.”

Chloe’s not looking at him now. “I have to go.”
*


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