|Repose Alternate (reposealternate) wrote in repose,|
@ 2018-11-12 19:55:00
|Entry tags:||*narrative, ~plot: halloween|
Who: empty rooms
What: sort of a reveal
Where: Orchard --> House
When: the morning after the night before
Warnings/Rating: Tame, but talk of injuries
The sun crested over the horizon and granted him a reprieve. Heavy buckle hit the ground with a metallic clank, followed instantly by the snake of leather that it was. The strap didn't come crashing down on him to bruise and blister and split skin, and there was a small sort of mercy in that. He hadn't asked for a mercy, but this time he'd take it without question.
There was no pack strapped to his back as the sun began to rise in earnest, and its absence allowed him to roll over onto his back. He once again knew entirely who he was, but the dawn hadn't stolen away his injures. Two kicks to the torso, a collision with a tree, abraded hands and knees, a twisted ankle. They all remained and lingered and throbbed, most especially the cracked cage of his ribs. The roll onto his back shifted everything, and he winced and groaned at the other man's rapidly retreating back. This was not what he'd been expecting from the night before. Also not expecting that the pain didn't fade with the dawn.
He wanted a drink. Or painkillers. Or hell, something much stronger. And not just for the taste of it, or the fun of it. He wanted it for need, which had never happened to him before.
But first, he had to get home. Luckily, he was able to focus his thoughts, and even though the rest of his body felt broken in more ways than one, he was able to get himself back to his house and into a hot shower to wash away the night before. Quickly followed (or as quickly as he could move at the moment) by the softest pajama pants he owned and a generously poured glass of crystal-clear vodka as he eased himself down onto a sofa and stared out his windows at the morning brightening over the lake.