Blue Skies Prompt 11: You Can't do This (Tangled)
Title: You Can't Do This
Author: must_fear_harpy
Prompt: Blue Skies prompt #11 (abandoned building)
Fandom: Tangled
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Eugene, Flynn
Rating & Warnings: T for language
Word Count: 321
Summary: Eugene is going to die. Flynn is going to save them.
You can’t do this.
Eugene knew it. His face crumpled and he pushed himself further into the corner to avoid one of the pulsing lines of water dripping down from the ceiling, the bare wall pushing against his back and his side, his knees folded to his chest.
You have no money, no friends, and no skills. Why the hell are you out here? Go home.
“What home?” he muttered, beyond caring that he was talking to himself. He was cold and hungry and achingly tired. His thin frame felt weak and his head felt light.
You’re just a stupid kid. You’re not ready for the world.
Usually, he’d get defensive about a comment like that, but somehow self-degradation was always more acceptable. Instead he groaned and admitted it, dropping his head against his knees and squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to make the technicolored spots stop dancing.
You’re going to die here. Here in this shitty little building. Is that what you want?
He didn’t know what he wanted. Mostly a blanket. Maybe something to eat. Maybe a seat in front of the fireplace back at the orphanage.
“No,” he muttered. “I’m not going back.”
Some grand adventure, the voice sighed.
There was silence for a moment, just the sound of the rain pattering against the rotting roof, the water working its way inside. Eugene let his mind float and his eyes glaze out of focus.
You can’t do this, the voice repeated. Somehow it sounded more concerned, more anxious. He absently pondered how if he died here, the voice would have no one to mock, no one to badger. If he died, the voice would die too.
You can’t do this, it said, a strength surging back into its tone, determined and begrudging. But I can.
Stand the fuck up, it ordered. We’re getting something to eat.
Stumbling and groggy, Flynn pushed himself to his feet.
Author: must_fear_harpy
Prompt: Blue Skies prompt #11 (abandoned building)
Fandom: Tangled
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Eugene, Flynn
Rating & Warnings: T for language
Word Count: 321
Summary: Eugene is going to die. Flynn is going to save them.
You can’t do this.
Eugene knew it. His face crumpled and he pushed himself further into the corner to avoid one of the pulsing lines of water dripping down from the ceiling, the bare wall pushing against his back and his side, his knees folded to his chest.
You have no money, no friends, and no skills. Why the hell are you out here? Go home.
“What home?” he muttered, beyond caring that he was talking to himself. He was cold and hungry and achingly tired. His thin frame felt weak and his head felt light.
You’re just a stupid kid. You’re not ready for the world.
Usually, he’d get defensive about a comment like that, but somehow self-degradation was always more acceptable. Instead he groaned and admitted it, dropping his head against his knees and squeezing his eyes closed in an attempt to make the technicolored spots stop dancing.
You’re going to die here. Here in this shitty little building. Is that what you want?
He didn’t know what he wanted. Mostly a blanket. Maybe something to eat. Maybe a seat in front of the fireplace back at the orphanage.
“No,” he muttered. “I’m not going back.”
Some grand adventure, the voice sighed.
There was silence for a moment, just the sound of the rain pattering against the rotting roof, the water working its way inside. Eugene let his mind float and his eyes glaze out of focus.
You can’t do this, the voice repeated. Somehow it sounded more concerned, more anxious. He absently pondered how if he died here, the voice would have no one to mock, no one to badger. If he died, the voice would die too.
You can’t do this, it said, a strength surging back into its tone, determined and begrudging. But I can.
Stand the fuck up, it ordered. We’re getting something to eat.
Stumbling and groggy, Flynn pushed himself to his feet.