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[27 April] [James Bond] Burial at Sea
Title: Burial at Sea
Day/Theme: April 27th - You can total what I hold dear
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: PG
James Bond sliced through the water, letting it shock his pores. Someone had once told him that survivors of suicide attempts who jumped off of tall buildings remember thinking, as soon as the fall began: I want to live. Having taken his fair share of spills, Bond believed it.
Wise suicides were quick, painless, and gave no time to reconsider. Bond lay back under the water and stretched to his full length, feeling the currents leech away his sunburned heat. He folded his arms across his chest and looked up at the trees and light shimmering down; it was like being encased in ice. He had to remind himself not to breathe.
After a full minute he pushed himself back to the surface, just barely letting his nose out of the water. He took a long, slow breath and felt life seeping back into his aching lungs. His heart beat very fast, then very slow.
He had always wanted a burial at sea. For this reason he understood well why Tracy had chosen death by water when she just wanted to be swallowed up; it seemed like such a gentle way to go. Bond, who had always assumed his death would be horrificially violent, thought it would be the perfect peace.
Now, at this moment, he could do it. He could lower himself into the water and no-one would know.
He could imagine the frantic search, the assumption of foul play when his body washed ashore - if it ever did. The weeping. He wasn't exactly a drama queen, but he had to admit that the idea had a certain appeal.
If he went under now, no one would save him.
He considered this.
The sun shone very brightly into his eyes, and he lay in the water for a long time.
No-one came.
Day/Theme: April 27th - You can total what I hold dear
Series: James Bond
Character/Pairing: Bond
Rating: PG
James Bond sliced through the water, letting it shock his pores. Someone had once told him that survivors of suicide attempts who jumped off of tall buildings remember thinking, as soon as the fall began: I want to live. Having taken his fair share of spills, Bond believed it.
Wise suicides were quick, painless, and gave no time to reconsider. Bond lay back under the water and stretched to his full length, feeling the currents leech away his sunburned heat. He folded his arms across his chest and looked up at the trees and light shimmering down; it was like being encased in ice. He had to remind himself not to breathe.
After a full minute he pushed himself back to the surface, just barely letting his nose out of the water. He took a long, slow breath and felt life seeping back into his aching lungs. His heart beat very fast, then very slow.
He had always wanted a burial at sea. For this reason he understood well why Tracy had chosen death by water when she just wanted to be swallowed up; it seemed like such a gentle way to go. Bond, who had always assumed his death would be horrificially violent, thought it would be the perfect peace.
Now, at this moment, he could do it. He could lower himself into the water and no-one would know.
He could imagine the frantic search, the assumption of foul play when his body washed ashore - if it ever did. The weeping. He wasn't exactly a drama queen, but he had to admit that the idea had a certain appeal.
If he went under now, no one would save him.
He considered this.
The sun shone very brightly into his eyes, and he lay in the water for a long time.
No-one came.