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thecapitol2014-05-11 07:04 pm
asmilinggod) wrote in thecapitol2014-05-11 07:04 pm
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Now I remember the joy and the meaning of the fate....
WHO| Kevin and YOU!
WHAT| Visitors have been removed, Kevin is really lost, and he's been TOLD alcohol helps with this....
WHEN| The evening after the arrest.
WHERE| A bar, where else?
WARNINGS| Everything that comes with Kevin. The chip in his neck is reprogramming him as he sits there, so he's going to be pretty weird. Also very drunk. Watch this space for updates.
Y'know, it was probably the serenity that stood out the most.
When his mother was taken, it was sudden. That wasn't as jarring as it could have been, all told. What WAS jarring was that serenity as she was taken...that grace, even as she was being handcuffed and led away from him after all these years.
It reminded him, unbidden, of another time he had forgotten. The feeling of restraints around his wrists, his throat raw from screaming out, his feet sore from being dragged across hot sand with no shoes - he couldn't hear his mother then, except perhaps a soft goodbye. She was serene then, too.
He didn't know if they were good memories or not.
Now he was doing something he had heard helped with this kind of thing...drinking. A lot. He was sitting at the bar, an array of empty glasses sitting in front of him, swaying on his stool. The sharp-eyed would notice a burn forming at the back of his neck, just under his hairline - from the inside.
He couldn't feel it anymore.
WHAT| Visitors have been removed, Kevin is really lost, and he's been TOLD alcohol helps with this....
WHEN| The evening after the arrest.
WHERE| A bar, where else?
WARNINGS| Everything that comes with Kevin. The chip in his neck is reprogramming him as he sits there, so he's going to be pretty weird. Also very drunk. Watch this space for updates.
Y'know, it was probably the serenity that stood out the most.
When his mother was taken, it was sudden. That wasn't as jarring as it could have been, all told. What WAS jarring was that serenity as she was taken...that grace, even as she was being handcuffed and led away from him after all these years.
It reminded him, unbidden, of another time he had forgotten. The feeling of restraints around his wrists, his throat raw from screaming out, his feet sore from being dragged across hot sand with no shoes - he couldn't hear his mother then, except perhaps a soft goodbye. She was serene then, too.
He didn't know if they were good memories or not.
Now he was doing something he had heard helped with this kind of thing...drinking. A lot. He was sitting at the bar, an array of empty glasses sitting in front of him, swaying on his stool. The sharp-eyed would notice a burn forming at the back of his neck, just under his hairline - from the inside.
He couldn't feel it anymore.
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He's a mess.
"Yer...suuuuch a good fr'nd," he chokes out, still crying uncontrollably.
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And now they're walking, as slowly as he can manage, towards the door. "One foot in front of the other, you have absolutely got this."
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"...I...do. I've got...got this."
He hiccuped on his tears, barely able to walk.
This was why he doesn't drink.
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"We'll get you some electrolytes and a little rest and you'll be good as new. Better, even."
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He didn't respond, instead lapsing into tears again. These ones were edged with something new, though - pain. He was feeling the pain.
He wasn't used to it, fairly crumpling into Chris's arms.