Sometimes, you have to take it
It had been a year. All around the compound, there was a party in full swing and Gus had picked up a coke (he'd been tempted by the beer, but he'd thought about it, and he'd put it back) and taken himself around the corner, a little bit away from the noise -- close enough to hear it, but, somehow, far away enough to feel on his own.
It had been a year since that meeting in the town hall when they'd decided that they had to be a nuclear power. It had been a year since he met Dexter Lexcanon and Noel and that whole mess.
It'd been a year since he'd seen the sunrise, or been to visit Cicero's grave. Life moved on. Hamlet and Ophelia proved that, if nothing else. Life moved on, and pigs fell in love and moved on, and, sometimes, you woke up and there was a party going on, and everything changed and you went with it.
"Well, Cicero," he said, quietly. "I'm still here."
Gus took a sip of his drink. He'd forgotten how good all that sugar could taste.
ooc: Set during the party -- it's his anniversary, so I sort of had to. In light of the gathering post, ST/LT is v.welcome.
It had been a year since that meeting in the town hall when they'd decided that they had to be a nuclear power. It had been a year since he met Dexter Lexcanon and Noel and that whole mess.
It'd been a year since he'd seen the sunrise, or been to visit Cicero's grave. Life moved on. Hamlet and Ophelia proved that, if nothing else. Life moved on, and pigs fell in love and moved on, and, sometimes, you woke up and there was a party going on, and everything changed and you went with it.
"Well, Cicero," he said, quietly. "I'm still here."
Gus took a sip of his drink. He'd forgotten how good all that sugar could taste.
ooc: Set during the party -- it's his anniversary, so I sort of had to. In light of the gathering post, ST/LT is v.welcome.