and it rips my life away, but it's a great escape
I wrote this this morning. I edited it a bit, and will more before I crosspost it. Maybe not tonight, though. ^_^;; My attention span is dwindling, but we'll see. You have been duly warned that it may blow goats.
Okay, really? I just couldn't think of a good synonym for celebrate ^_^;; And the first sentence of the second paragraph annoys me.
title: Something to Celebrate
fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
pairing: KuroFai if you want it to be
words: 326
for 40baisers theme #14: alcohol
spoilers: only really for the mood of recent chapters. I mention nothing specific.
He pushes a bottle of what has to be alcohol into your hands before settling on the floor beside you. His shoulder nearly touching yours, it's closer than he's voluntarily been since that day, so you don't say anything, merely open the bottle and take a drink.
In your defense, you don't spit it out. You don't yell or flail or try to murder the blond. All you do is choke a little and force the sickening liquid down your throat. You can't however, keep yourself from glaring at him when the threat of gagging has passed, "What the hell is this?"
He sighs and reaches to take the bottle back, "Champagne. I didn't think you'd like it."
You hold the bottle out of his reach and meet his questioning expression with one of your own. "Why?" You're not sure if you're asking why he'd bring you something he knew you wouldn't like or why he'd bring you anything at all, but you probably don't want to know the answer either way.
Fai curls back into himself, pulling his knees to his chest and staring blankly at the wall across the room. "It's celebratory," he pauses, as though considering whether or not to give more information. "We had something similar on Ceres."
You make a noncommittal sound and swish the liquid around in the bottle, considering. "What's there to celebrate?"
Another pause, and then quietly, "We've been travelling together a year now."
"That long?"
He nods, then frowns slightly, "By my count, at least."
Somehow, you're surprised to learn that the mage has been counting.
You stare at the bottle again, reluctance to drink from it not just due to the taste. "Is that really something to celebrate?"
He makes a choking sound that may have been a laugh and shakes his head, "I don't know."
This time you do drink, and the sickly sweet, bubbly liquid is somewhat less horrible than it was before.
Okay, really? I just couldn't think of a good synonym for celebrate ^_^;; And the first sentence of the second paragraph annoys me.
title: Something to Celebrate
fandom: Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle
pairing: KuroFai if you want it to be
words: 326
for 40baisers theme #14: alcohol
spoilers: only really for the mood of recent chapters. I mention nothing specific.
He pushes a bottle of what has to be alcohol into your hands before settling on the floor beside you. His shoulder nearly touching yours, it's closer than he's voluntarily been since that day, so you don't say anything, merely open the bottle and take a drink.
In your defense, you don't spit it out. You don't yell or flail or try to murder the blond. All you do is choke a little and force the sickening liquid down your throat. You can't however, keep yourself from glaring at him when the threat of gagging has passed, "What the hell is this?"
He sighs and reaches to take the bottle back, "Champagne. I didn't think you'd like it."
You hold the bottle out of his reach and meet his questioning expression with one of your own. "Why?" You're not sure if you're asking why he'd bring you something he knew you wouldn't like or why he'd bring you anything at all, but you probably don't want to know the answer either way.
Fai curls back into himself, pulling his knees to his chest and staring blankly at the wall across the room. "It's celebratory," he pauses, as though considering whether or not to give more information. "We had something similar on Ceres."
You make a noncommittal sound and swish the liquid around in the bottle, considering. "What's there to celebrate?"
Another pause, and then quietly, "We've been travelling together a year now."
"That long?"
He nods, then frowns slightly, "By my count, at least."
Somehow, you're surprised to learn that the mage has been counting.
You stare at the bottle again, reluctance to drink from it not just due to the taste. "Is that really something to celebrate?"
He makes a choking sound that may have been a laugh and shakes his head, "I don't know."
This time you do drink, and the sickly sweet, bubbly liquid is somewhat less horrible than it was before.