[FIC] Old Friends
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Pairing or Characters Involved: Bobby
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild Language
Title: Old Friends
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the spnland_writing challenge - Inanimately.
Old friends, we are. Through the thick and the thin we have stood by his side, steady and true. His only true friends, truth be told.
In times of sorrow - and there have been many - we dull the rotten tooth aching of his soul. We blur the heartache, make it more manageable. Though we can’t erase painful memories, we can help ease him into such sweet oblivion that into which neither memories nor dreams dare tread.
In times of celebration - of which there have been damn few - we encourage laughter, a lightening of mood. Eat, drink and be merry! Have finer words ever been spoken? We think not.
Tonight the stench of charcoal, lighter fluid and death cling to his skin, his clothes. It burns his eyes leaving them red and raw. There is heaviness in his heart. Tonight he will need us more than ever before. Too much has been asked of him, a burden too terrible to bear by any man. Something has broken inside him - something irreparable.
Loneliness is a terrible thing. A crushing weight around his heart. Loved ones lost… and reunited. Only to be lost again. It proved to be too much. Who can blame him for needing the comfortable presence of old friends?
So we remain by his side, his faithful companions, his only true friends. He will turn to us for solace and we will be here to ease the burden of his pain - drowning his sorrow in amber rivers of malted grains, hops, yeast and water. We will offer comfort - a cold comfort at best but better than nothing.
THE END
Pairing or Characters Involved: Bobby
Category: General
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild Language
Title: Old Friends
Author: yellowhorde
Notes: This was written for the spnland_writing challenge - Inanimately.
Old friends, we are. Through the thick and the thin we have stood by his side, steady and true. His only true friends, truth be told.
In times of sorrow - and there have been many - we dull the rotten tooth aching of his soul. We blur the heartache, make it more manageable. Though we can’t erase painful memories, we can help ease him into such sweet oblivion that into which neither memories nor dreams dare tread.
In times of celebration - of which there have been damn few - we encourage laughter, a lightening of mood. Eat, drink and be merry! Have finer words ever been spoken? We think not.
Tonight the stench of charcoal, lighter fluid and death cling to his skin, his clothes. It burns his eyes leaving them red and raw. There is heaviness in his heart. Tonight he will need us more than ever before. Too much has been asked of him, a burden too terrible to bear by any man. Something has broken inside him - something irreparable.
Loneliness is a terrible thing. A crushing weight around his heart. Loved ones lost… and reunited. Only to be lost again. It proved to be too much. Who can blame him for needing the comfortable presence of old friends?
So we remain by his side, his faithful companions, his only true friends. He will turn to us for solace and we will be here to ease the burden of his pain - drowning his sorrow in amber rivers of malted grains, hops, yeast and water. We will offer comfort - a cold comfort at best but better than nothing.
THE END