white horses, they will take me away (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} emeriin) wrote in ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} withnail_i_fic,@ 2007-12-13 16:45:00 |
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Fanfic: Last Chance
Title: Last Chance
Word Count: A miniscule amount; 378 words.
Pairings: Mostly gen but a little amount of Marwood/Withnail, Monty/Marwood, Monty/Eric, Danny/Withnail and Danny/Marwood.
Rating: Completely tame, PG-13 at best.
Author: emeriin
A/N: My beta's are most likely working or having lives. This is just a tiny piece of angst preparing myself for the utterly horrific works of pain my long fics for this fandom are going to be.
He's made it. Wowing audiences with his words, but it's cold and empty - the entire world's a stage and they couldn’t give a fuck, bringing in the money. Which is all going on the booze. A wife, a home, a baby on the way. You don't even sleep in the same bed, haven't done so for a while now, and the house? What's the point in living in a shithole if you don't at least have someone you can enjoy it with? He's left his old life behind, never looking back. Withnail's still holding onto you and it’s fucking killing you.
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He's toeing the line and this is where he belongs. How could you just crawl back like that? With his family and their money and their wine cellar. They thought you were a fucking rent boy, judging by the way you were dressed. Hot food every night, hot water and his every need catered to. They think you're a lunatic who can’t do a thing by himself. And aren’t they right? He's left everything behind, never looking back. There's a razor right there. In a house as huge as this, they won't find you for days.
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He's had a decent life, really. Eric, Norman, Peter and so many others, all gone. How could you think you would be good enough for any of them? A good house, a peaceful cottage in the country, his family visiting occasionally. Sheridan can never meet your eyes anymore. Neither can they, but for a totally different reason. Everything is fine and he's never looking back. You keep remembering Eric's eyes and how hurt he was. Isn't that the worst thing?
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He's still surviving, nothing's gone wrong yet. Your kind doesn’t exist anymore. He doesn’t feel a thing anymore. You had to save him from bleeding to death a week after Marwood left. That was never part of the deal. You were never going to look after him like everyone else tried to. You're out of time, a free spirit. That flat was completely abandoned after a month, everything still there, like they had both died. This year, this decade, there's going to be a change. That was your last chance, you're never going to get another one.
XXXX
He's toeing the line and this is where he belongs. How could you just crawl back like that? With his family and their money and their wine cellar. They thought you were a fucking rent boy, judging by the way you were dressed. Hot food every night, hot water and his every need catered to. They think you're a lunatic who can’t do a thing by himself. And aren’t they right? He's left everything behind, never looking back. There's a razor right there. In a house as huge as this, they won't find you for days.
XXXX
He's had a decent life, really. Eric, Norman, Peter and so many others, all gone. How could you think you would be good enough for any of them? A good house, a peaceful cottage in the country, his family visiting occasionally. Sheridan can never meet your eyes anymore. Neither can they, but for a totally different reason. Everything is fine and he's never looking back. You keep remembering Eric's eyes and how hurt he was. Isn't that the worst thing?
XXXX
He's still surviving, nothing's gone wrong yet. Your kind doesn’t exist anymore. He doesn’t feel a thing anymore. You had to save him from bleeding to death a week after Marwood left. That was never part of the deal. You were never going to look after him like everyone else tried to. You're out of time, a free spirit. That flat was completely abandoned after a month, everything still there, like they had both died. This year, this decade, there's going to be a change. That was your last chance, you're never going to get another one.
