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[February 4] [Brokeback Mountain] Once Upon a Time - 4
Title: Once Upon a Time - 4
Day/Theme: February 4th/Before the World Was Created
Series: Brokeback Mountain
Character/Pairing: Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar
Rating: R
Chapter 4
He drank. He drank so long and hard the room burst into sky and the floor itself dropped away, his limbs growing numb along with his mind and heart. Eventually it felt as if there was nothing, nothing at all.
He got up the next morning, numb now with pain. He came home and drank into nothingness.
He repeated again. And again. And again. He had no real concept of how many days passed below the golden splash of whiskey, how many descended into the dark abyss of nothing.
One day set itself apart. That day, a letter came. It was thin and pale, and Jack's, all Jack's. It talked about money, the money Ennis was taking to leave his girls behind, and guilt ate Ennis up. None of it made any sense. Why couldn't Ennis just be normal? Why couldn't he have never met Jack?
Under the haze of whiskey nothingness, Ennis sat back on the cool sheets of his cot, felt that desire thrumming through his veins. If only there had never been a Jack.
Ennis thought back to the times in the before: to the starlit strolls along the prairie with his sweet, quiet girlfriend, to hunting with his brother, to plans, all the plans he'd had. If there'd been no Jack maybe he could have held on to a job, saved the money and he would have needed to have his own ranch.
Ennis stared down at the letter, not remembering grasping it in his drunken stumble. The words were blurry through his glazed eyes, but he'd read the letter enough times to know just exactly what it said.
If there'd been no Jack maybe he could have held on to a job, saved the money and he would have needed to have his own ranch. But what was that compared to this? Because this was a ranch. Or it would be, anyway. Not really his own because it would be Jack's, but the thought bothered him less than he wished it would.
There had been a time before Jack, and it had been happy, peaceful. Everything'd been going in predictable directions then. But it'd only been happy because he hadn't known any differently. He'd been living in darkness-- and ok with it because he hadn't ever seen light.
Ennis's mind stumbled upon the let-there-be-light summer on the Mountain, the moment when his world had been created. He saw that it was good.
Day/Theme: February 4th/Before the World Was Created
Series: Brokeback Mountain
Character/Pairing: Jack Twist/Ennis del Mar
Rating: R
Chapter 4
He drank. He drank so long and hard the room burst into sky and the floor itself dropped away, his limbs growing numb along with his mind and heart. Eventually it felt as if there was nothing, nothing at all.
He got up the next morning, numb now with pain. He came home and drank into nothingness.
He repeated again. And again. And again. He had no real concept of how many days passed below the golden splash of whiskey, how many descended into the dark abyss of nothing.
One day set itself apart. That day, a letter came. It was thin and pale, and Jack's, all Jack's. It talked about money, the money Ennis was taking to leave his girls behind, and guilt ate Ennis up. None of it made any sense. Why couldn't Ennis just be normal? Why couldn't he have never met Jack?
Under the haze of whiskey nothingness, Ennis sat back on the cool sheets of his cot, felt that desire thrumming through his veins. If only there had never been a Jack.
Ennis thought back to the times in the before: to the starlit strolls along the prairie with his sweet, quiet girlfriend, to hunting with his brother, to plans, all the plans he'd had. If there'd been no Jack maybe he could have held on to a job, saved the money and he would have needed to have his own ranch.
Ennis stared down at the letter, not remembering grasping it in his drunken stumble. The words were blurry through his glazed eyes, but he'd read the letter enough times to know just exactly what it said.
If there'd been no Jack maybe he could have held on to a job, saved the money and he would have needed to have his own ranch. But what was that compared to this? Because this was a ranch. Or it would be, anyway. Not really his own because it would be Jack's, but the thought bothered him less than he wished it would.
There had been a time before Jack, and it had been happy, peaceful. Everything'd been going in predictable directions then. But it'd only been happy because he hadn't known any differently. He'd been living in darkness-- and ok with it because he hadn't ever seen light.
Ennis's mind stumbled upon the let-there-be-light summer on the Mountain, the moment when his world had been created. He saw that it was good.