call_me_snake | Sep. 10th, 2006

Hours had passed since the early morning had woke him. The tearing of his two halves had made the hangover seem like a warm welcome. His body still vaguely ached but it was nothing physical. Rubbing his face one last time Snake looked up to the man waiting for him. It was an unnerving sight. There stood a well groomed young man with clear, blue, determined eyes. Two eyes, free of guilt and the burden of pain. His hair was cropped short and Snake couldn't help but rememeber his military pictures. That was until the great white wings shifted and Plissken became certain of what was standing across the room patiently. It was the beast from inside. He'd never looked in it's eyes save the nightmares and a few moments when he saw something more to his gaze in the mirror.

It seemed so surreal to see him in the flesh and whole. The broken wing and missing eye temporarily repaired or hidden. Snake had no way of telling. He felt old when he finally stood. Between the life drained away and struggle of his soul being pulled in two made a night of drinking hardly an issue. Plissken took a deep breath and motioned for the angel to follow. Rayanne would arrive at any moment and he quickly ushered Apollyon out of sight. Snake could hear a few people out in the small garden area where the wedding was to take place. He needed some company and headed out to see who had arrived. Straightening his tuxedo he stepped out into the garden.

He desperately needed a distraction from his nerves. He could see why some people fled from the altar. Not that Plissken planned on it but the pressure of waiting was too much.

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