30 days of Oz. Day six: Wearing eachothers’ clothes
(I should make the dinner not writing stuff, so if we don't eat tonight i blame Oz)
Prompt: Wearing eachothers’ clothes
Paring: Beecher/Keller (i know, i know... Always them but this prompt is almost canon)
Yesterday I met Bonnie, you know? She is nice I guess, sweet but not shy, smart. I understood immediately why you like, why you liked I should say, her. She saw me, and apparently she recognize me or she guessed who I was (do you have a type? All your lovers were blonde, crazy and alcoholic?) and she said that we widowers need to stick together, support each other. The first thing I thought when I saw her has been that she should have had cancer, that she should have been dead maybe. I saw a smart, sweet woman and I was angry because she was alive and healthy because if she had been sick you would not have been a liar. Like it was important. Maybe you would have been alive. The second thing I thought when I saw Bonnie has been that she has divorced from you so she had no rights to call herself “widower”. I didn’t think even for a second that I wasn’t your husband, that even I haven’t that right. But you were, didn’t you? You were mine, I mean.
By the way Bonnie was coming just to take your stuff, that McManus should have bring to her, but before she wanted to see me to tell me to keep all I wanted, of your shit. “All that you want, Toby.” She said that and I hated her because after your death no-one had called me Toby. I don’t want anything of your. Fuck sometime I don’t want you either. When you went to Cedar Junction I have stolen one of your shirt, the blue one. I have not slept hugged to her as I did with your pillow when you were in the hole, but sometimes I putted it and I thought about when I would come out and I would see you again .It made you real. Now you aren’t real. Now you are dead and I don’t want your stupid hoodie or your porn magazines. And why do you have one of my father’s letters? Why Chris? I never received it, and now that I read it I know it does not say anything important then why it was with your stuff? It belonged to the period when Queers was in Em.City and you did not want me to forgive so why stole one of my father’s letters? I hate you so much.
I kept your shirt, the blue one. I gave the other stuff to Bonnie but I kept the shirt. Last time when I steal was because I waited to see you outside. Now I wait to see you in heaven. I hope to be fast enough for you. I wear it during the night, it makes you real.
Prompt: Wearing eachothers’ clothes
Paring: Beecher/Keller (i know, i know... Always them but this prompt is almost canon)
Yesterday I met Bonnie, you know? She is nice I guess, sweet but not shy, smart. I understood immediately why you like, why you liked I should say, her. She saw me, and apparently she recognize me or she guessed who I was (do you have a type? All your lovers were blonde, crazy and alcoholic?) and she said that we widowers need to stick together, support each other. The first thing I thought when I saw her has been that she should have had cancer, that she should have been dead maybe. I saw a smart, sweet woman and I was angry because she was alive and healthy because if she had been sick you would not have been a liar. Like it was important. Maybe you would have been alive. The second thing I thought when I saw Bonnie has been that she has divorced from you so she had no rights to call herself “widower”. I didn’t think even for a second that I wasn’t your husband, that even I haven’t that right. But you were, didn’t you? You were mine, I mean.
By the way Bonnie was coming just to take your stuff, that McManus should have bring to her, but before she wanted to see me to tell me to keep all I wanted, of your shit. “All that you want, Toby.” She said that and I hated her because after your death no-one had called me Toby. I don’t want anything of your. Fuck sometime I don’t want you either. When you went to Cedar Junction I have stolen one of your shirt, the blue one. I have not slept hugged to her as I did with your pillow when you were in the hole, but sometimes I putted it and I thought about when I would come out and I would see you again .It made you real. Now you aren’t real. Now you are dead and I don’t want your stupid hoodie or your porn magazines. And why do you have one of my father’s letters? Why Chris? I never received it, and now that I read it I know it does not say anything important then why it was with your stuff? It belonged to the period when Queers was in Em.City and you did not want me to forgive so why stole one of my father’s letters? I hate you so much.
I kept your shirt, the blue one. I gave the other stuff to Bonnie but I kept the shirt. Last time when I steal was because I waited to see you outside. Now I wait to see you in heaven. I hope to be fast enough for you. I wear it during the night, it makes you real.