[one-shot] Alcohol
Title: Alcohol
Pairing: Snake/Meryl (lol whut?), implied feelings for our beloved hacker(Gee, I wonder who? Couldn't imagine, really...)
Rating: Pg-13
Notes: I'm gradually working on a long list of writ(1,000 Themes), and Alcohol happens to be one of them. This was originally a drabble, but it grew into a short one-shot.
Pardon the Meryl- I would have posted this to mgs_fic, but it's got slashy undertones, so. *sweats*
Damn.
I raise the chilled glass to my face, bitter liquid slipping past my lips, slowly sliding down my throat.
I shouldn't be doing this. I should know better.
I told myself that I'd stop drinking, stop submitting myself to the stupor.
But I find that, sometimes, I prefer the dull ache of a fogged mind over the constant sharp pain of memory.
Of fear.
And I pour myself another drink..
----
How did it come to this?
Another fight. She's stubborn, this girl. No matter how many times I tell her to stop, she keeps at it.
Questions. Never ending, god damned, questions.
Stop treating me like this. I'm no hero, Meryl.
I can't help but raise the glass to my lips again.
----
My third drink, and another fight.
Jesus Christ, she doesn't stop. I told her to back off, but she still goes at it. Questions, questions.
And that non-stop look in her eyes.
She goes on and on and ON about the Shadow Moses, and what happened, and how much she says she loves me for it.
There's fear in her eyes.
Huh. No one trusts a killer.
We need to stop fighting. I need to stop drinking.
...I don't think I love her.
...I don't think I ever did.
------
Had enough of this. She stormed outside, more yelling, more screaming. And here I'm on my fourth drink...
I put the booze away for now. I really need to stop.
Patting my back pocket, I pulled out my last pack of smokes. Luckily, a lighter was nearby, so I grabbed for it quickly- before she could come back in and bitch about the smoke.
Christ.
Cigarette in my mouth, I flicked on the lighter, the small flame the only source of light in the room.
...Things were getting better.
-----
I'm miserable. I'm drinking again.
Why am I still with this woman?
She keeps talking, goddamnit. She keeps talking.
But that look never leaves her eyes.
Enough to drive a man to drink.
Shit. Not even Otacon looked at me like that, after I--
...the hell did that come from?
----
I think I hurt her. Words.
More arguing. I had asked why she was scared.
I still didn't get a reply to that. Instead, I got told how much of an idiot I am, that I only did what I did out of duty.
That I never loved her.
Maybe she was right.
I pour myself another drink. This was going to get ugly.
----
Nope. Never did. Nothin'.
You were there. I was there.
That's how attraction worked. Sorry, kid.
I should feel guilty.
I think on some level, she knew it all along.
That's why we stopped fighting.
Why do I keep thinking back to Otacon?
-----
I can't keep my mind offa him.
I got news that he was in New York.
Everytime I look at her, I see him.
My mind feels...cluttered. Confused.
I drink again.
My heart beats a little harder.
I'm drinking too much.
I never felt this way with Meryl.
What the hell is going on, here?
How did he just get inside my mind like that?
-----
I brought up Hal in a question tonight, and Meryl just stared at me, stared like she stared when she was trying to pry something outta me.
What the hell did I do now?
Another argument, another drink. She said I seem to care more about 'some twinked out scientist' then her.
That scares the shit outta me.
Because I think she's right.
----
Biggest hangover of my life.
We broke up last night.
She left to learn more about her father, to train.
I left because I was tired of being alone.
----
New York seems like it's a million miles away, but I'll get there, somehow. I know I'll get there.
...But I need to sleep off this headache, first.
eta; And a drawing! 8D
( Follow the fake cut! )
Okay I'll stop being a spammer. Whee!
Pairing: Snake/Meryl (lol whut?), implied feelings for our beloved hacker(Gee, I wonder who? Couldn't imagine, really...)
Rating: Pg-13
Notes: I'm gradually working on a long list of writ(1,000 Themes), and Alcohol happens to be one of them. This was originally a drabble, but it grew into a short one-shot.
Pardon the Meryl- I would have posted this to mgs_fic, but it's got slashy undertones, so. *sweats*
Damn.
I raise the chilled glass to my face, bitter liquid slipping past my lips, slowly sliding down my throat.
I shouldn't be doing this. I should know better.
I told myself that I'd stop drinking, stop submitting myself to the stupor.
But I find that, sometimes, I prefer the dull ache of a fogged mind over the constant sharp pain of memory.
Of fear.
And I pour myself another drink..
----
How did it come to this?
Another fight. She's stubborn, this girl. No matter how many times I tell her to stop, she keeps at it.
Questions. Never ending, god damned, questions.
Stop treating me like this. I'm no hero, Meryl.
I can't help but raise the glass to my lips again.
----
My third drink, and another fight.
Jesus Christ, she doesn't stop. I told her to back off, but she still goes at it. Questions, questions.
And that non-stop look in her eyes.
She goes on and on and ON about the Shadow Moses, and what happened, and how much she says she loves me for it.
There's fear in her eyes.
Huh. No one trusts a killer.
We need to stop fighting. I need to stop drinking.
...I don't think I love her.
...I don't think I ever did.
------
Had enough of this. She stormed outside, more yelling, more screaming. And here I'm on my fourth drink...
I put the booze away for now. I really need to stop.
Patting my back pocket, I pulled out my last pack of smokes. Luckily, a lighter was nearby, so I grabbed for it quickly- before she could come back in and bitch about the smoke.
Christ.
Cigarette in my mouth, I flicked on the lighter, the small flame the only source of light in the room.
...Things were getting better.
-----
I'm miserable. I'm drinking again.
Why am I still with this woman?
She keeps talking, goddamnit. She keeps talking.
But that look never leaves her eyes.
Enough to drive a man to drink.
Shit. Not even Otacon looked at me like that, after I--
...the hell did that come from?
----
I think I hurt her. Words.
More arguing. I had asked why she was scared.
I still didn't get a reply to that. Instead, I got told how much of an idiot I am, that I only did what I did out of duty.
That I never loved her.
Maybe she was right.
I pour myself another drink. This was going to get ugly.
----
Nope. Never did. Nothin'.
You were there. I was there.
That's how attraction worked. Sorry, kid.
I should feel guilty.
I think on some level, she knew it all along.
That's why we stopped fighting.
Why do I keep thinking back to Otacon?
-----
I can't keep my mind offa him.
I got news that he was in New York.
Everytime I look at her, I see him.
My mind feels...cluttered. Confused.
I drink again.
My heart beats a little harder.
I'm drinking too much.
I never felt this way with Meryl.
What the hell is going on, here?
How did he just get inside my mind like that?
-----
I brought up Hal in a question tonight, and Meryl just stared at me, stared like she stared when she was trying to pry something outta me.
What the hell did I do now?
Another argument, another drink. She said I seem to care more about 'some twinked out scientist' then her.
That scares the shit outta me.
Because I think she's right.
----
Biggest hangover of my life.
We broke up last night.
She left to learn more about her father, to train.
I left because I was tired of being alone.
----
New York seems like it's a million miles away, but I'll get there, somehow. I know I'll get there.
...But I need to sleep off this headache, first.
eta; And a drawing! 8D
( Follow the fake cut! )
Okay I'll stop being a spammer. Whee!