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[September 14] [Near Dark] A Thousand Miles (10/26)
Title: A Thousand Miles (10/26)
Day/Theme: September 14th/On friendship
Series: Near Dark
Characters: Severen
Rating: PG
Severen watched Jesse visit the graves of his old friends, and he listened to the stories. And as he stood on that dirt and imagined the rotting bodies that must be lying underneath his feet, while Jesse bowed his head, Severen wondered where his own friends back in Chicago were buried now, and if any of them still lived - even the youngest of the guys would be... how many years had it been? Hell, they'd be eighty or ninety by now. And he wondered what he would say to those graves if he were to see them.
After a moment's thought, he figured it'd probably be something like "Hey! You're dead! And I ain't." Because really, what more did he have to say to the dead?
It wasn't that he hadn't liked the guys back in Chicago. They got along. They looked out for each other when they had to, and occasionally they'd pay for everyone else's drinks. No, he'd never felt lacking for friends. But he couldn't say he'd spared them much thought since then.
It was different, between him and Jesse and Diamondback. It wasn't just watching each other's backs, although they did that, or sharing a kill, although they did that too. They were a constant presence in each other's lives, moving together with the ease come from long years of familiarity, one picking up where the other left off. A foundation. A home. A pack. The friendships he'd had with the guys before he'd had before he was turned, well, they just kinda paled in comparison.
So it was just as well that he couldn't really get to know anyone, not without turning 'em. He liked this kind of friendship better anyhow.
Day/Theme: September 14th/On friendship
Series: Near Dark
Characters: Severen
Rating: PG
Severen watched Jesse visit the graves of his old friends, and he listened to the stories. And as he stood on that dirt and imagined the rotting bodies that must be lying underneath his feet, while Jesse bowed his head, Severen wondered where his own friends back in Chicago were buried now, and if any of them still lived - even the youngest of the guys would be... how many years had it been? Hell, they'd be eighty or ninety by now. And he wondered what he would say to those graves if he were to see them.
After a moment's thought, he figured it'd probably be something like "Hey! You're dead! And I ain't." Because really, what more did he have to say to the dead?
It wasn't that he hadn't liked the guys back in Chicago. They got along. They looked out for each other when they had to, and occasionally they'd pay for everyone else's drinks. No, he'd never felt lacking for friends. But he couldn't say he'd spared them much thought since then.
It was different, between him and Jesse and Diamondback. It wasn't just watching each other's backs, although they did that, or sharing a kill, although they did that too. They were a constant presence in each other's lives, moving together with the ease come from long years of familiarity, one picking up where the other left off. A foundation. A home. A pack. The friendships he'd had with the guys before he'd had before he was turned, well, they just kinda paled in comparison.
So it was just as well that he couldn't really get to know anyone, not without turning 'em. He liked this kind of friendship better anyhow.