Brokeback Mountain: Freedom (Ennis/Jack) : 152
trascendenza wanted Ennis/Jack. I am an enabler. ^^' (and to amuse myself I tried to make it sound more... cowboyish?)
Title: Freedom
Fandom: Brokeback Mountain
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Words: 152
Summary: Sometimes the only way to feel like yourself is to get away.
Freedom
The mountain made ‘em feel young again. Up on Brokeback, there were no neighbors a’whisperin’, no bills ta pay, no quotas ta fill. The air was pure ‘n’ sweet, untouched by city filth, and it made ‘em feel like takin’ a deep gulp just ‘cause. No hustle ‘n’ bustling from cage to cage, people-talk floodin’ the streets and ne’er really lookin’ ‘round themselves; just the wind playin’ wit’ the trees and the grass, and the chorus of birds in the mornin’.
They didn’t take much wit’ ‘em, they didn’t hafta. Memories kept ‘em busy, old ones and ones they wanted ta make - needed ta renew under the clear stars beside a cracklin’ fire. Here was freedom. No pressure from society, from the wives, or the hunched crone who hobbled after them with her cane and called herself the past.
Isolated atop the mountain, they did not doubt who they wanted to be.
Title: Freedom
Fandom: Brokeback Mountain
Pairing: Ennis/Jack
Words: 152
Summary: Sometimes the only way to feel like yourself is to get away.
Freedom
The mountain made ‘em feel young again. Up on Brokeback, there were no neighbors a’whisperin’, no bills ta pay, no quotas ta fill. The air was pure ‘n’ sweet, untouched by city filth, and it made ‘em feel like takin’ a deep gulp just ‘cause. No hustle ‘n’ bustling from cage to cage, people-talk floodin’ the streets and ne’er really lookin’ ‘round themselves; just the wind playin’ wit’ the trees and the grass, and the chorus of birds in the mornin’.
They didn’t take much wit’ ‘em, they didn’t hafta. Memories kept ‘em busy, old ones and ones they wanted ta make - needed ta renew under the clear stars beside a cracklin’ fire. Here was freedom. No pressure from society, from the wives, or the hunched crone who hobbled after them with her cane and called herself the past.
Isolated atop the mountain, they did not doubt who they wanted to be.