The End of the Day
Character name: Face Loran
Fandom: Star Wars
Challenge topic: The End of the Day
Rating: PG
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backdated to the night/morning after he, Duncan and Snake avenged Wes and Aidan's death
Face had made his way back quietly, not wanting to disrupt any of the females in the house, as he went to where he was staying.
There was no checking voice mails on the cell phone that was blinking for attention. No looking at the holo net. Instead he walked straight to the shower and stripped his clothing off.
The cuts and bruises on his body didn't mean a thing, and the hot water from the shower head rinsed the blood down the drain until the cuts were clotted. On automatic, he turned the water off and left the shower, drying up and grabbing the tube of bacta salve to heal each of his wounds so they wouldn't show the next morning. Each one methodically until he smelt like he had come out of a tank.
He started at the painkillers in the medicine cabinet for a moment before closing the door. He had promised he wouldn't take any pills anymore - not even aspirin. And he sure as hell wasn't going to go back on that tonight.
Next was the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and stared at the contents for a few minutes before deciding on just a bottle of water. He cracked the seal and drank the entire thing down without stopping for a breath.
After that he went to the bedroom and shut the door. Closing his eyes, he could still feel Aidan and Wes' presence. Just like the house, the luxury ship was filled with their presence. He could hear the echoes of Aidan and Wes' laughter and fights. The darkness hid shadows moving like replays of the time they had spent on this ship while traveling across the galaxy on Aidan's first intergalactic trip.
But there would be no more trips for them. He would be taking the ship back with him so that the technology wouldn't be discovered accidentally. After that, he wasn't sure what he would do with it.
For now, he stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The thoughts of the past few hours filtered in and out of his head. He knew that now, at the end of the day, Wes and Aidan's deaths were avenged. No one was left to continue on the circle of hatred. It should make him feel satisfied. Relief. It was over.
But instead Face came to realize there was an emptiness inside of him. The anger... the vengeance... it had been filling it and keeping him from noticing it. Now that it was dissipating - the cold wetness on his cheeks was the only sign Face had that he was crying.
The vengeance was done. Now, in the darkness - alone and where no one could see him - did Face allow himself to mourn the loss of his brother. And it was in that moment, his body wracked with sobs that threatened to make him ill, did Face fall into a fitful sleep.
Fandom: Star Wars
Challenge topic: The End of the Day
Rating: PG
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backdated to the night/morning after he, Duncan and Snake avenged Wes and Aidan's death
Face had made his way back quietly, not wanting to disrupt any of the females in the house, as he went to where he was staying.
There was no checking voice mails on the cell phone that was blinking for attention. No looking at the holo net. Instead he walked straight to the shower and stripped his clothing off.
The cuts and bruises on his body didn't mean a thing, and the hot water from the shower head rinsed the blood down the drain until the cuts were clotted. On automatic, he turned the water off and left the shower, drying up and grabbing the tube of bacta salve to heal each of his wounds so they wouldn't show the next morning. Each one methodically until he smelt like he had come out of a tank.
He started at the painkillers in the medicine cabinet for a moment before closing the door. He had promised he wouldn't take any pills anymore - not even aspirin. And he sure as hell wasn't going to go back on that tonight.
Next was the kitchen, where he opened the fridge and stared at the contents for a few minutes before deciding on just a bottle of water. He cracked the seal and drank the entire thing down without stopping for a breath.
After that he went to the bedroom and shut the door. Closing his eyes, he could still feel Aidan and Wes' presence. Just like the house, the luxury ship was filled with their presence. He could hear the echoes of Aidan and Wes' laughter and fights. The darkness hid shadows moving like replays of the time they had spent on this ship while traveling across the galaxy on Aidan's first intergalactic trip.
But there would be no more trips for them. He would be taking the ship back with him so that the technology wouldn't be discovered accidentally. After that, he wasn't sure what he would do with it.
For now, he stretched out on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The thoughts of the past few hours filtered in and out of his head. He knew that now, at the end of the day, Wes and Aidan's deaths were avenged. No one was left to continue on the circle of hatred. It should make him feel satisfied. Relief. It was over.
But instead Face came to realize there was an emptiness inside of him. The anger... the vengeance... it had been filling it and keeping him from noticing it. Now that it was dissipating - the cold wetness on his cheeks was the only sign Face had that he was crying.
The vengeance was done. Now, in the darkness - alone and where no one could see him - did Face allow himself to mourn the loss of his brother. And it was in that moment, his body wracked with sobs that threatened to make him ill, did Face fall into a fitful sleep.