Continuation of this: Part One and Part Two and Part Three.
Snake stormed up the stairs. Pausing outside the door. Quietly, he opened it and stepped in listening to her in the other room. It was only a matter of moments before he started across the room Plissken didn't make it far. Something occurred to him. He was playing Brazen's game. she was in control and nothing made Plissken more furious then realizing someone had the jump on him. His expression soured as he looked around the room. If they were going to play games Snake was determined he would be the one holding the reins. This was all stopping right now.
Plissken tossed his coat on the chair and slipped off his shirt. He stretched lazily, on the not so comfortable couch to wait for Brazen or sleep, whichever came to him first. This was about control, No matter how much he wanted to walk into the other room, relax in the bed with her he wasn't going to do it.
Eventually, Brazen came out of the bedroom with a start.
"I didn't hear you come in."
Snake covered his face with his forearm to hide the smile.
"I'm tired." he mumbled against his skin.
"Why don't you go lay on the bed?" her question seemed innocent enough.
'Why?" Snake looked up at her still obscured by his arm but he could see her shrug.
"It would be more comfortable."
"For Who? You?" Snake shot back unable to hide his frustration. Brazen's apparent ignorance of the situation set him off again.
"What? You want to fuck with me some more?"
Brazen gasped at the intensity of his voice.
"I... "I... Snake, I didn't mean to."
Snake dropped his arm So he could see her face. It was a mixture of curiosity and the desire to give her a dirty look that brought down this guard.
"Didn't mean what? To walk away or try and play me like a fucking puppet?"
Brazen looked guilty and remained silent for along time.
"If you get uncomfortable you can come in," Brazen turned away looking defeated and Plissken thought maybe even a little sad. He had been rough with her, perhaps too rough. but she wasn't being exactly gentle either. Plissken rolled over toward the back of the couch. It was his attempt to ignore her and the nagging desire to apologize for his recent behavior.
Brazen got into bed and waited in the dark. She watched the firelight in the other room through the door way waiting to see the familiar shadow and hear the heavy foot steps. After what seemed like hours she finally laid back in the bed. Brazen hadn't realized until this night how much she had become accustom to his presence. Most nights he had slept beside her. For warmth he always claimed and she readily agreed because it was the easy way. she was plenty warm and still pining for the shoulder to lay her head on. Now he stayed away.. Why? Because of laws, laws he didn't even believe but Brazen knew no other way. She'd never known the world he had seen. She was terrified of the world she saw but at the same time the freedom was tempting. Brazen tossed in the bed coming to rest on her side she clutched the pillow. It smelled of hard liquor & smoke. Tears prickled up in her eyes causing her to pull tighter. Her world was caught between two lives, the only one she had known and the one the outlaw in the other room kept offering. Anymore neither world seemed to be right. The thought only brought more tears as she pushed her face into the pillow.
Plissken had heard the sobbing. When it was too much he covered his head with the throw pillow attempting to drowned it out. Even when he couldn't hear it, Snake knew it hadn't stopped. Suddenly it became too much. Plissken threw his shirt on and left as quickly as possible intent on killing the sound of her tears with a few drinks. He could sleep later right now he just needed to get away.
Brazen heard him get up and vainly hoped he was coming in to join her. She watched his shadow move but it soon disappeared with a slam of the door. Brazen's heart sank. Never did she feel as alone as she did tonight waiting for Plissken.
Crossposted to theatrical_muse