Drabble ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) f_for_fanfic "Clean and Dirty" Challenge |
[May. 13th, 2006|04:31 pm] |
Rating: PG/Gen
Warnings: Nothing you wouldn't see in the movie.
Eric smells of gunpowder and rust, he has shot someone tonight. He tosses his overcoat on the chair by the door, dropping his keys, badge and wallet on the floor next to his shoes. He slumps in his easy chair, sighing, head in hands until he inhales and catches that scent again. He flinches. No sense in washing, the smell of gunpowder sticks for days regardless, and the powder burns on the back of his right hand will stink of burnt flesh and sulfur for a week. That smell is why he can never give up drinking.
He pours a glass of whiskey, four or five fingers, and doesn’t bother with ice as before he has even set the bottle down, half the glass is drained. He closes his eyes and waits for the room to swim, that gentle rocking that makes him feel home again. He imagines himself a babe in arms, swayed gently by an anonymous mother figure, she has russet hair, sings in a lilting voice. He tops up the glass as he reaches for the remote. Never anything on TV, he doesn’t watch, only wants some sort of companionship for the next few hours until dawn, when he can sleep again. There is a book on his nightstand, he picks it up, flips through the pages, sets it down. Maybe one day he’ll actually read it.
He sighs. I miss you.
He hums to himself. I miss you.
He drums his fingers on the coffee table. I miss you.
He picks up the phone. “I miss you.”
Crossposted to f_for_fanfic |
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| The Beginning of Things, finchfic "Start" Challenge |
[May. 13th, 2006|05:11 pm] |
Rating: PG/Het
Warnings: OC Character Death
Disclaimer: I would just like to say that canon means absolutely nothing to me! Srsly tho, the Eric Finch who lives in my head is a miserable drunk who thinks too much and has an ex-wife who loves and hates him. That's about all I've got so far. So, this is about that.
( The Beginning of Things ) |
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