WIAD Round 2 Week 1 Fic: "Empty Hours"
Title: Empty Hours
Author: dr_is_in
Character: Owen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers through "A Day In The Death"
Author Note: This was my piece for writerinadrawer Round 2 Week 1. I am on Team Pterodactyl and our prompt was "Boy's Night Out".
Sleep. Owen thought that was probably the thing he missed the most; the ability to fall asleep, passing the dark hours of the night away obliviously until the daylight arrived. Now he spent that time searching for ways to fill the empty minutes that seem to drag on into an eternity. Books, television, movies….he’d tried them all. He laughed to himself as he recalled how often he wished that he had more time to catch up on that television show he was interested in, or to finish that series his favorite author was writing. Well, he had it now, but it suddenly held nothing but a bitter feeling.
He wandered the nighttime streets as a way of escape now, slipping in and out of the pubs and nightclubs he used to frequent when he was living. Make no mistake, he was walking and talking, but it was not living and they no longer held the appeal they once had for him. He felt alien standing there amongst the crush of normalcy, unable to share in the excesses of drink and sex and just bloody living. His attempts at “blending in” seemed pathetic, the drinks he’d buy to hang onto, trying to look like everyone else. He always left feeling the emptiness and loneliness even more acutely than when he entered. But he knew he’d keep coming back, hanging on to that last thread of a life he no longer had and desperately wished he still did.
Author: dr_is_in
Character: Owen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers through "A Day In The Death"
Author Note: This was my piece for writerinadrawer Round 2 Week 1. I am on Team Pterodactyl and our prompt was "Boy's Night Out".
Sleep. Owen thought that was probably the thing he missed the most; the ability to fall asleep, passing the dark hours of the night away obliviously until the daylight arrived. Now he spent that time searching for ways to fill the empty minutes that seem to drag on into an eternity. Books, television, movies….he’d tried them all. He laughed to himself as he recalled how often he wished that he had more time to catch up on that television show he was interested in, or to finish that series his favorite author was writing. Well, he had it now, but it suddenly held nothing but a bitter feeling.
He wandered the nighttime streets as a way of escape now, slipping in and out of the pubs and nightclubs he used to frequent when he was living. Make no mistake, he was walking and talking, but it was not living and they no longer held the appeal they once had for him. He felt alien standing there amongst the crush of normalcy, unable to share in the excesses of drink and sex and just bloody living. His attempts at “blending in” seemed pathetic, the drinks he’d buy to hang onto, trying to look like everyone else. He always left feeling the emptiness and loneliness even more acutely than when he entered. But he knew he’d keep coming back, hanging on to that last thread of a life he no longer had and desperately wished he still did.