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[21 April] [James Bond] Cold Water
Title: Cold Water
Day/Theme: April 21st - The rain my drink
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: PG
Note: Could be considered a companion piece to my other Chuck Palahniuk-inspired drabble, Crunch. Title ganked from Damien Rice's song of the same name.
Feel the rain on your skin, so much colder than blood. Vindication. Open your mouth if you're thirsty.
Take it in.
Sink into the mud, feel it beneath your hands, your knees. Let the rocks dig into your palms. Welcome the pain. Thank God that no one's here to see you, curled up on the ground like a child. You won? You won? Is this what winning means?
You hurt in places you didn't know you had, deep inside; later the doctor will tsk at you, at your bruised insides and at your audacity - waking him up like this! You will consider telling him that if you didn't have these injuries, he wouldn't have woken up at all. But you won't. Because you can't. Because he wouldn't believe. Because hypotheticals mean nothing.
Raise your face to the sky, drinking in the rain. Raise your glass to life, to death, to absolutes. To moral judgements. To the right to kill or be killed. To fighting, as any good soldier does, though you're not always sure whose side you should be on.
And drink.
Day/Theme: April 21st - The rain my drink
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: PG
Note: Could be considered a companion piece to my other Chuck Palahniuk-inspired drabble, Crunch. Title ganked from Damien Rice's song of the same name.
Feel the rain on your skin, so much colder than blood. Vindication. Open your mouth if you're thirsty.
Take it in.
Sink into the mud, feel it beneath your hands, your knees. Let the rocks dig into your palms. Welcome the pain. Thank God that no one's here to see you, curled up on the ground like a child. You won? You won? Is this what winning means?
You hurt in places you didn't know you had, deep inside; later the doctor will tsk at you, at your bruised insides and at your audacity - waking him up like this! You will consider telling him that if you didn't have these injuries, he wouldn't have woken up at all. But you won't. Because you can't. Because he wouldn't believe. Because hypotheticals mean nothing.
Raise your face to the sky, drinking in the rain. Raise your glass to life, to death, to absolutes. To moral judgements. To the right to kill or be killed. To fighting, as any good soldier does, though you're not always sure whose side you should be on.
And drink.