Scorpius H. Malfoy (fullofsnark) wrote in unloading_zone, @ 2010-12-09 21:15:00 |
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Scorpius aimed, and then let the bottle fly. It missed the palm tree he was aiming for, but it hit the next one and shattered with a satisfying crunch of glass.
Sitting on the porch steps, he had a big bottle full of firewhiskey on one side, and a whole bag full of empty glass bottles on his other side. Bottles he had been collecting and meaning to recycle back to the grocery store. But now he had a better use for them. A cathartic use. He was too pissed (in both meanings of the word) to care if it made a mess.
Scorpius pulled back his arm and hurled another.
Hugo wasn't all that bothered by Rose's departure from the island. He loved her, sure, but he was use to being apart from his family. Now if Scorpius had left, Hugo wouldve been pissed.
With his hands in his pockets, Hugo wandered over to Scorpius' place. He arrived just in time to duck and avoid being hit with an empty bottle.
"You," he said with a shake of his head, "are a lousy drunk."
"S'good thing you aren't a lousy dodger," Scorpius remarked. He hadn't seen Hugo there until he was there. It was growing darker and darker, and maybe if he was in a more sober state of mind, he would have realised that throwing glass bottles in the dark wasn't a brilliant idea. But, since he wasn't, he hadn't.
"Why d'you look ssoo.." He squinted at Hugo, trying to think of the word which was slipping out of his grasp. "Unaffected?"
Plopping down a few feet from Scorpius, Hugo reached for the whiskey and took a generous gulp. "Am I supposed to be lunging bottles at passerbys? Give me a bottle then."
Keeping the whiskey in his hands, Hugo turned to flash Scorpius a small grin. "S'not the end of the world. I'm still here."
Scorpius passed over an empty bottle.
"True. I'd be really bloody pissed if you were gone. And I don't juss mean drunk." He slightly glared at Hugo, as if he might be threatening to leave him at any moment like Rose had. "Don't you ever even think about it." Scorpius caught a hold of Hugo's wrist, and clutched him like he wouldn't let go.
Over the years with Scorpius he'd seen his boyfriend sloshed a time or two. But normally Hugo was the one who'd had too much to drink. The role reversal was odd. He turned his hand to capture Scorpius' and squeezed it lightly.
"Bloody git. I'm not going anywhere. Pretty sure I've made that clear, yeah?" With one hard tug, Hugo pulled Scorpius closer and wrapped his arm around the other man. "You can be happy with just me, yeah?"
Scorpius turned his face into the crook of Hugo's shoulder, burying it there. For once, he didn't care who saw them like this. Any other time, he would have objected and pulled away, afraid who might see Hugo hugging him. He'd never allowed Hugo to be so affectionate in public. But tonight, his guard was down. Not just because of the firewhiskey, but because he had lost his best friend and he needed Hugo's support.
"Dunno," mumbled Scorpius. "S'long as you don't leave me too.. I guess.." He felt a little pathetic, even through the blanket of alcohol, even through his slurry words. "If you were gone, I'd be completely mis'rabble. Wouldn't have freckles to kiss." Of course, that wasn't the only reason. It was just the first one that floated to mind.
Having Scorpius close to him out in the open was causing Hugo's heart to beat a little harder. It felt like progress. Like maybe Scorpius wasn't totally ashamed to like a bloke. He didn't want to push his luck, but Hugo couldn't stop himself from kissing Scorpius' hair and holding him close.
"Glad my freckles please you," he said softly and smiled. "They are all over, you know." Even after months together, he hated that they weren't right yet. That he still had to tell Scorpius things like that.
Pulling his head back, Scorpius's gaze darted downward before he peered back up at Hugo. It was a good thing it was dark, otherwise Hugo might have noticed his eyes were a little red-rimmed. "They're even down there?" he asked, with the curiousity and innocence of a child. Only the faintest of smirks tugged at his lips.
"Oh sod off," Hugo said with a grin and a sudden, firm kiss to his boyfriend's lips. He really couldn't help himself. They were close and Scorpius tasted like good whiskey. If they had been at home...
Hugo had to remind himself (again) not to rush things. Being patient wasn't something that came naturally to Hugo. "You're more than welcome to check if you'd like, but maybe you should just take my word for it."
"Pra-" Scorpius's customary reflex of a response was cut off by Hugo's kiss, but he didn't mind. His fingers curled into Hugo's shirt, and if it were possible, he pressed himself closer to Hugo.
"Why're you so bloody fantastic?" he sighed out the question, as if it were a bad thing. Scorpius didn't expect to find himself smiling that night, but he was, all thanks to Hugo. "I've been thinking 'bout it and I think I'munna tell my mum about us."
That was a surprise. Hugo wasn't sure what to say. When faced with this sort of decision, Hugo often opted for humor. "Is it because of my naughty freckles? You don't have to out yourself to see those."
Of course he wanted Scorpius to be honest with his mother. But then again.. If she reacted badly...
"As if I need your permission to see them," Scorpius scoffed right back, ignoring the part of his brain that said he actually did. One of his hands trailed down to the hem of Hugo's shirt, fingers brushing under to feel warm skin. "'Mnot. I've been thinking 'bout it before I even knew you had naughty freckles."
"Why?" That was a dumb question, but Hugo always asked the stupid question. Besides, he needed to know why Scorpius was suddenly ready to change his mind about something this big. "Is it because your dad isn't around to object?" And if asking one dumb question wasn't enough, Hugo had to go and ask two of them.
Scorpius's hand stilled. "It helps," he admitted, hand withdrawing and smile fading. The question stung, but he couldn't deny it. Hugo knew him better than most. His motives weren't always without their ulterior. "But that isn't the only reason," Scorpius added, frowning. "You don't like me hiding. I don't like lying. The longer I wait.. the more difficult it's going to become."
And Scorpius was afraid if he didn't act now, it might get to the point where he could never work up the nerve again.
"And what happens if she rejects the idea?" Hugo didn't want to think about that or even voice his concern, but he had to. For once he opted to explain why he was asking something. Maybe it would help.
"I just want to know if I should be worried about losing you again," he said while pulling Scorpius' hand back to his stomach. "Please tell me if you're going to leave if she hates the idea."
"I already know she's going to reject the idea, Hugo," Scorpius stated, sobering up a little. He hadn't had another pull on the whiskey bottle in a while. Hugo was hogging it. "She's not going to be happy or embrace me with loving arms and say she's overwhelmed with joy. She's going to hate it." He wasn't so foolish or drunk enough to think fanciful thoughts otherwise.
"You didn't answer my question," he pointed out quietly. Which made Hugo believe that Scorpius was going to run the second his mother voice her dislike of their relationships. Wonderful. Of course, if Scorpius did call things off, Hugo would still sit around like an idiot and wait for him to come back. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't make sense without his boyfriend. His life wasn't good without Scorpius in it.
Leaning close, Hugo kissed him lightly. "I know I'm not supposed to say this, but I love you. And I really don't want to lose you again."
It still dumbfounded Scorpius, to hear Hugo say he loved him. He didn't know what to say in response. He knew what he was supposed to say, but he wasn't ready to say those words. Not yet.
"You're not going to lose me again," he murmured back, and pressed their lips together again as if to seal his promise.