Writing Post - Love vs. Hate
Falcon had not returned yet, and Bohren had to admit he did hope his roommate would come back soon, and hopefully, safe. Still, he opened the door. Probably some professor caught Falcon in the mews again even though the boy knew well he shouldn't be out after hours.
"Cowshit, what happened to you?"
The dark-haired youth collapsed against Bohren's chest. "Geh..."
He was obviously a little delirious.
"Girls are nasty little things, mind you..." the hawk-mage muttered. "Damned nasty."
Bohren recognized the smell of alchohol on his friend's breath. "Hey, Falc, I know how many drinks is too many... and you're lucky to have even found our room."
"Yah... I could use another drink."
"No, no, you don't. I know you and you're bad with beer."
Bohren carefully closed the door and sat Falcon on his bunk - he didn't think Falcon could make it to his without falling and breaking something.
He couldn't help but notice Falcon's shirt looked somewhat disheveled, and his tunic was missing. He sat down next to him. They were only a year apart and Falcon had probably gone through a lot more, but Bohren always felt a little protective of him. Like you would get protective over a wolf with a broken leg. Still.
He slapped him across the face - on the side with the scar so it would sting more.
"What was that for?"
"Idiot kid."
"You don't know your limit. You're not even going to remember this tomorrow morning. If you're going to go out and get bent, I'm going to be there watching to make sure you don't kill yourself."
He noticed Falcon's face was a litle red. He didn't know it if was from the win or from the slap. It made him look kind of girly.
"Your pants are on backwards."
"Oh, what, they are?"
"Did you fuck someone?"
"What?"
"I said, did you fuck someone!" He shook Falcon by the shoulders. Damn, the kid was always so hard to work with when he was drunk.
Falcon blushed, "I don't know."
Bohren let go. "You're a shitfaced moron, sometimes."
Falcon lowered his head. He knew he'd done something bad. Certainly couldn't remember it, but he'd done something pretty bad.
"Aw, chin up." He lifted Falcon's face to his - his eyes were grey and watery. After spending so many years with him, Bohren knew that this meant Falcon was either tired, sad, or both. "It's not that bad. Just depends on who it was."
"Gods," Falcon muttered. "I'm sorry."
"I forgive you."
Well... If Falcon wouldn't remember the next morning... Bohren leaned over and touched his lips against his friends'.
"Take my bunk tonight. I don't want you falling off and breaking that pretty neck of yours."