Dulling the Senses (drabble)

Apr 25, 2006 19:40

Title- Dulling the Senses
Author- waysmeanstonola
Rating- PG 13 (for language)
Disclaimer- Written for fun, not meaning in anyway to infringe on anyone's copyrights. Please don't sue me.


Hell always left a bad taste in his mouth. No, really, it literally did. The hot sulfur-tainted fumes that pass for air in the underworld left a coating of ash on his tongue, and no matter how hard he tried, his toothbrush could never fully erase that taste. That’s part of the reason he first started smoking- it deadened his tastebuds to the bitter ash of tortured souls.

A good rye bourbon can also cut the taste; thank God for Kentucky.

But that’s not why he was halfway through a bottle of it tonight. That’s her fault. Trying to clear her out of his memory was like trying to get rid of that taste of Hell; he brushed and he brushed until he bled, but she’s still there.

She broke the fucking bathtub. How was he going to explain that to the landlord?

There were the dreams as well. Dreams of that light and warmth and peace of Heaven, like mercury in his palm. The more he tried to focus and hold onto them, the quicker they disappeared into the ether. Dreams about Ravenscar and his stay there after the suicide attempt, about a dark-haired woman he knew he’d never met while he was there, who looked like the one he was trying to forget about in his waking life. Dreams about a cabbie who turned into an angel while driving him through downtown L.A., bitching about traffic the whole time.
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