bethlehem [1/1]
some truths are easier to forget. [ocelot, the boss]
metal gear; gen; pg; 300 words
There's something familiar about her eyes.
It's something he can't place, like a word on the tip of his tongue, like a ghostly flicker along the edges of his vision that evades him again and again. He glances at her, sidelong and wary, and thinks that he must have seen her before, in a time long past. Because why else would he feel drawn to her, this woman all sharp around the edges? Why else would he keep seeking her out, trying to prove himself worthy to a mere stranger?
He looks at himself in the mirror one evening, at his eyes that are much the same as hers. He lifts his chin proudly - sets his jaw at that same harsh angle. Thinks he sees her there in his reflection, if only just an echo.
But then he scowls and shakes his head, feeling foolish and trite. A child playing pretend; that's all he is. A sad, pathetic little boy hoping for something he's never had (and never will, for as long as he lives).
Those blue eyes are accusing in their weakness, and Adamska looks away.
--
Stars of Bethlehem brush against his hands as he kneels next to her still frame. His eyes trace the scar that snakes across her skin, and he wonders about its origin. Wonders who this woman was, once upon a time - who she killed and who she loved. He wants to know her story. He wants to know the means to this end (she was alive, and then she died, but what happened in between?).
They say he was born on the battlefield.
Those steely blue eyes are closed for good, and Ocelot tries to forget.
metal gear; gen; pg; 300 words
There's something familiar about her eyes.
It's something he can't place, like a word on the tip of his tongue, like a ghostly flicker along the edges of his vision that evades him again and again. He glances at her, sidelong and wary, and thinks that he must have seen her before, in a time long past. Because why else would he feel drawn to her, this woman all sharp around the edges? Why else would he keep seeking her out, trying to prove himself worthy to a mere stranger?
He looks at himself in the mirror one evening, at his eyes that are much the same as hers. He lifts his chin proudly - sets his jaw at that same harsh angle. Thinks he sees her there in his reflection, if only just an echo.
But then he scowls and shakes his head, feeling foolish and trite. A child playing pretend; that's all he is. A sad, pathetic little boy hoping for something he's never had (and never will, for as long as he lives).
Those blue eyes are accusing in their weakness, and Adamska looks away.
--
Stars of Bethlehem brush against his hands as he kneels next to her still frame. His eyes trace the scar that snakes across her skin, and he wonders about its origin. Wonders who this woman was, once upon a time - who she killed and who she loved. He wants to know her story. He wants to know the means to this end (she was alive, and then she died, but what happened in between?).
They say he was born on the battlefield.
Those steely blue eyes are closed for good, and Ocelot tries to forget.