Artistic License Prompt Ache
Mar. 8th, 2007 01:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
call_me_snakeTitle Pictures of You
Prompt. March Topic 002: Ache
Character. Snake Plissken (and Sophia in a roundabout way)
Warnings None
Your character's fandom. Misc. Movies
Word count. 400
Rating. PG-13
Disclaimer. Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius. (I have nothing to do with Kirsten Dunst nor am I her)
You ever dig through old shit and find things you’re not sure if you’re glad to see? Did that today. Had a couple safe deposit boxes set up. Now that I got to settling in I’ve been picking them up. Couldn’t remember what was in the damned things. First one I got was the one from Jersey.
Had one damned thing in it but too many goddamned memories. Sliding that box open and seeing what I’d left was worse than the damned bullet in my shoulder. Lot of people think a married man's got only one love, his wife. Might be true but no one forgets their past. Least they shouldn’t forget it.
I love my wife don’t get me wrong but god do I miss my Geisha some days. You’d think almost twenty years and a man’d get over a wound like all the rest. Her, fuck no, not now not ever. They say a man takes a lot of wounds to the grave. I got plenty of scars, bullets, knives but the deepest fucking injuries are the ones I saw go down on other people.
She gave me this a few days before we went to Leningrad. I always had a picture of her and my parents in my cockpit but last mission before my glider caught fire. Lost my pictures. I came out to check on repairs and she’d tucked it into the console. I’ve always loved this shot. Suppose she knew. Sophia knew a lot of shit about me without asking.
She was nineteen when this shot was done. I remember her bringing them on base. Flattened a man on his ass. This wasn’t the best of them. The photo shoot was just a pair of white panties with a heart on the front. I know. She half kicked my ass for looking at those ones. Still this one’s the best.
I wish she got to meet Xena. Those two women got a lot in common. Sure it might be hell for me but if the hell I got to endure is two beautiful women I’ll buy it. Guess those are only dreams. She’s been dead a long time now. Can’t even go to her grave. I know it’s empty. They left her damned body on the field for the vultures.
She died too young. If I ever get a hold of that son-of-a-bitch Berrigan I’m taking her life out of his fucking hide before anything else.
Prompt. March Topic 002: Ache
Character. Snake Plissken (and Sophia in a roundabout way)
Warnings None
Your character's fandom. Misc. Movies
Word count. 400
Rating. PG-13
Disclaimer. Snake belongs to John Carpenter, Debra Hill, Paramount Pictures, Kurt Russell and Hurricane Comics. Just showing my love for their genius. (I have nothing to do with Kirsten Dunst nor am I her)
You ever dig through old shit and find things you’re not sure if you’re glad to see? Did that today. Had a couple safe deposit boxes set up. Now that I got to settling in I’ve been picking them up. Couldn’t remember what was in the damned things. First one I got was the one from Jersey.
Had one damned thing in it but too many goddamned memories. Sliding that box open and seeing what I’d left was worse than the damned bullet in my shoulder. Lot of people think a married man's got only one love, his wife. Might be true but no one forgets their past. Least they shouldn’t forget it.
I love my wife don’t get me wrong but god do I miss my Geisha some days. You’d think almost twenty years and a man’d get over a wound like all the rest. Her, fuck no, not now not ever. They say a man takes a lot of wounds to the grave. I got plenty of scars, bullets, knives but the deepest fucking injuries are the ones I saw go down on other people.
She gave me this a few days before we went to Leningrad. I always had a picture of her and my parents in my cockpit but last mission before my glider caught fire. Lost my pictures. I came out to check on repairs and she’d tucked it into the console. I’ve always loved this shot. Suppose she knew. Sophia knew a lot of shit about me without asking.
She was nineteen when this shot was done. I remember her bringing them on base. Flattened a man on his ass. This wasn’t the best of them. The photo shoot was just a pair of white panties with a heart on the front. I know. She half kicked my ass for looking at those ones. Still this one’s the best.
I wish she got to meet Xena. Those two women got a lot in common. Sure it might be hell for me but if the hell I got to endure is two beautiful women I’ll buy it. Guess those are only dreams. She’s been dead a long time now. Can’t even go to her grave. I know it’s empty. They left her damned body on the field for the vultures.
She died too young. If I ever get a hold of that son-of-a-bitch Berrigan I’m taking her life out of his fucking hide before anything else.
