Sober, Suikoden V (Georg/Sialeeds) Title: Sober Author: Mithrigil Fandom: Suikoden V Rating: PG Words: 400
Prompt: 7/12 -- Suikoden V - Georg/Sialeeds - camaraderie - fool me once, shame on you
Sober genso suikoden v Mithrigil Galtirglin
“Tell you what:” she says, refilling his glass, enough that the spent ice cubes start to float. “you let me get you talking about your past the only other way I know how, and the one I’m better at—and I’ll get you out of having to deal with the ambassadors from Toran tomorrow night.”
It’s a pretty one-sided deal, but it’s a deal. “Drink to swear,” he says.
“Kanakan custom?”
“Nah, Kanakan swears to drink.”
She smiles around her glass, he just drinks his. Again with this being a one-sided deal, and the wine’s not bad but not really what he’s after right now, but Georg has coped before, and can cope now, and will cope again the next time.
She tucks a disentangled shoehorn curl behind her ear. “What are you running from?”
He sighs. “I’m not.”
The wine sloshes in her glass, rolls red like her eyes. “You can’t seriously want to be here.”
“I don’t know, the grass is always greener on the other side of the world.”
Her laugh is a sputtering, groaning thing—she accompanies it by running her stocking-foot up the inside of his leg. He parts them a little, to let her grip the cloth between her toes. That’ll amuse her until she gets too drunk to make it work, he thinks. Has before, will again. “So it’s green, on the continent?”
“The cities are dirtier,” he says, trying to conjure it up for himself and having to close his eyes—eye, to do it, “and the fields were more yellow than green when I left. Not the rotten yellow, just…well, you need both yellow and blue to get green, and here it’s blue.” He shrugs, sinks a little forward in his chair—she’s rubbing her heel behind his knee. It’s nice. Softer than she sometimes is. He hopes it’s not a ruse.
And then it stops. It might have been one, then. “You think you’ll ever go back?”
Again, Georg shrugs, presses his own heels into the floor. “Probably.”
“For fuck’s sake, take me with you.”
She says it so suddenly that he has to laugh—low, easy—and open his eyes. She’s not smiling, there across from him—but for someone who’s had as many drinks, her eyes are awfully sober.