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ET (
etextraordinary
) wrote in
qaf_scavenger
,
@
2010
-
01
-
11
17:40:00
Post 2:
florida_minxie
Title:
The Morning After…
Author (Beta):
florida_minxie
(
vl_redreign
)
Author's Notes:
Written for the
Endings and Beginnings Challenge
. HUGE *kisses* to
_alicesprings
for the
prompt
. She saved you all from certain death!fic.
The Morning After…
by Minxie
…The Prom
Last night I was in love.
I thought I'd recapture my lost youth.
Arms full of pretty blond boy ass. Both of us dressed to the nines. Dancing and laughing. Twirling and dipping.
We gave them a prom they'll never forget.
And kissing. On the dance floor. In the garage.
Even if it was ridiculously romantic.
Ready to do something incredibly stupid.
Like admit it.
Later.
Then it was too late. I was too late.
Justin!
So much blood. His blood.
No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.
Last night I was in love.
And today I'm in denial.
…The
Rage
Party
Last night I did the right thing. Because Justin sure as hell wasn't figuring it out.
Justin, this is Ethan.
I set him up, staged another of my infamous parties, and pushed him to make his choice. Take me as I am, or get the fuck out.
In ways that I won't.
However, I completely failed to anticipate the fiddler showing up.
Being there to catch him. To kiss him. To love him.
So, what the fuck are you still doin' here?
Last night I did the right thing. I was sure of it.
And today… not so much.
…Stockwell's Defeat
Last night I was on top of the world.
I'm using my powers of mind control.
Proud, even. Of all the fags in Pittsburgh.
So you risked it all.
Nothing could bring me down. Not even my empty loft.
High enough on life I tossed Michael my car keys.
Go for it.
I risked it all. Sometimes you just have to.
And this time it paid off.
Now I guess I've lost everything.
Except… no, not everything. Not anything that matters.
Last night I was on top of the world. With Justin right beside me.
And today I still am.
…Asking Justin to Move In
Last night I put myself out there.
I want you to move back in.
It felt good. Right. Time.
I said I’d like it if you and I were to live together.
Even if I did downplay it some. Lots. Try —fail— to make a joke.
I mean, just last week, you forgot your socks and had to borrow a pair of mine.
It's as close to wine and roses as I'm going to get.
Should I make room in my drawers for your drawers?
Last night I put myself out there.
And today I'm still fucking alone.
… Justin Moves to New York
Last night I told him it was only time.
Whether we see each other next weekend…
Which we won't. Not his first weekend gone. We can make it one weekend.
Maybe.
…or next month…
A month. Thirty nights. Christ.
….or never again…
Jesus. Fuck. No. Just… no.
…doesn't matter.
Liar, liar. Brian Kinney is a goddamn liar. It matters.
Too fucking much.
It's only time.
And we've lost too much of it already. To baseball bats and fiddlers.
To our own fucking stubbornness.
My stubbornness.
Last night I told him it was only time.
And today time is standing still.
end
Note: Quotes from aired Queer as Folk episodes are in italics.
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