Title: The Truth is Out Like it or Not.
Fandom: John Carpenter
Characters: Snake Plissken with mention of Brazen
Prompt: 072: Pensive
Word Count: 599
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen, Part Eighteen and Part Nineteen.
Summary: This piece is Snake's thoughts falling between Part 15 and 16
Plissken woke to a vague nausea and exhaustion but things could have been worse. He’d had hangovers to make this look pleasant and in all honesty it was. She was still sleeping beside him. She seemed peaceful and the feeling of her arm wrapped around his middle was enough to convince him it wasn’t time to get up yet. Plissken shifted to turn over and regretted it immediately. Pain shot through his chest. He’d forgotten about the wounds but now he remembered them. The dull throb of pain subsided once Snake resigned himself to staying where he was.
His attention turned to the woman beside him. They were both covered in smudges of paint blurred beyond recognition. The whole impression of her restful sleep and the smudges of color evoked a very pleased smile. His memories of the night before were virtually clear despite the drugs. Being an addicted paid off. The visual impressions were still playing over in his mind. The feeling was overwhelming and he knew everything that had happened and was said bore truth. There could be no denial or hiding of reality. Things were laid out cleanly without the normal bullshit.
The feelings were residual and Plissken still felt the last sparks of unquenchable fire inside. Anger had driven him to feel like this, hate, betrayal but never lust, never the feelings he became undeniably aware of the previous evening.
Snake was sure something snapped between them. There was urgency. Plissken himself had felt as if some unknown had told him he may never touch her again. His body and mind may have believed that unknown and the night had gone on. He had indulged many of his hidden pleasures and learned some of hers. Under the influence of whatever had driven the ceremony the fear of asking for what you desired was wiped clean.
He couldn’t help the curiosity as he wondered what she remembered. Did she remember their bodies entwined in sweat until exhaustion took over? Would she remember how they laid beside one another kissing because anything more would be too much for their worn bodies? His body was sore everywhere and he imagined she was just as bad off. Maybe they’d stay in bed all day. That certainly had appeal. Snake hoped she had memories as clear as his of the intimacy but what he spoke to her, that he wasn’t so sure about. Though he had said it honestly and he’d meant every word of it Plissken was discovering sober he wished he had kept it to himself. If he really wanted to tell her he would have.
He had drifted into a blank stare directed at the roof of the tent. Waiting for her to wake up now became desperate and a bit like impending doom. Plissken was praying she didn’t recall anything he said. He didn’t want her to know.
Plissken was restless and untangling himself from the woman and blankets he stood. His eye surveyed the tent unsure how he had gotten from the ceremony here. The neat pile of clothes at the entrance suggested it wasn’t of his own accord. Shrugging Snake dressed as quietly as he could. Brazen didn’t stir through the commotion. The sight of her curled up in the blankets brought a smile but he couldn’t bear the expression. The words were still haunting him. He needed time away to think.
Slowly he made his way into the frigid morning air. Plissken had it in his mind to sit beside a fire, watch the sunrise and attempt to work through the night before.
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