call_me_snake | Entries tagged with argo

'Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity'. -Henry Van Dyke

Snake stood in the cool air. April was brisk this year and snow was late. He needed it to clear his sense. Of late too much had been on his mind. Many of his memories had come back, things he had chosen not to remember because they were too painful.

The one that stuck was a single night he had blotted out. It was a lot like the one that was coming down with the setting sun. That long lost night had been a November night but he was outside wrapped in a blanket with the girl he’d only just discovered. She’d been there so long, a friend, more than a friend. Snake could almost feel Sophia’s hand on his cheek. Instinctively his hand came up to see if it was really there. Sometimes his mental condition, the vivid memories, were a godsend.

Snake sighed leaning heavily on the porch rail. He missed her more these days than he ever had but even that pain was shadowed by Taylor. When it came down to it that was who left the biggest hole in his life. That black hole burned through his soul had never healed. Snake had learned to love again, gotten past the ache of losing the woman who had his heart but he’d never learned to let anyone in as a friend. Iris had been close but even their friendship was but a sliver of the one he had shared with his childhood friend.

Snake leaned his head on the post watching the light of day slip away and the security light in the back sputter to life. Snake couldn’t shake the cold. Taylor haunted him with all those things they had shared that never came to be. Uncle Taylor was the one thing that he couldn’t forget. There were images trapped in his psyche of his best friend reading to his daughter and of Snake and Taylor teaching Solan to play football. Of course, even if Taylor was alive that was for shit with his shattered knee.

There were many who had told him over the years to forget the past and the pain but with it he would lose himself. Little of the young man was still alive in him. Chunks had been hacked out along the way. Plissken couldn’t give up anymore. The exchange was enduring the bad memories with the good. All were vivid, all were… they all were muddied by the syndrome.

Snake closed his eye focusing on the past. A smile slowly spread in his expression. His imagination had returned to the replaying impossibility. It was always Sophia and Xena talking about horses, he and Taylor chasing the kids down in a wild game of tag that always ended with him pinned to the ground, dogs and kids romping on him.

Snake couldn’t deny it. Despite all the new people in his life he still missed the people he lost, his friends. Snake’s eye opened to see his wife walking out to tell Argo goodnight. He watched her cross the lawn until she disappeared into the barn.

The past had been forgotten, all those lost dreams were washed away. His memories were replaced with the dreams that one woman had ignited in him, the ones his daughter and son kept burning. He could miss the past later, miss it for the rest of his life and it would never be real. This on the other hand, the moment and that long, gorgeous woman who just walked across the lawn was as real as it got.

Snake stepped down off the porch heading for the stables. Seize the day, they say and Plissken was ready to do just that. His dreams were waiting for him, probably in the barn kissing a palomino horse.

Crossposted to muse_playground

After This though due to time travel only an hour or two will pass for everyone else

Snake set the gifts aside after returning home. He wasn’t sure if they would help. Chances were she would see them as a way of buying her and not the symbol of affection that they were. The gifts could wait as could the news he had.

He had been a way for a day but he knew his family would see only an hour or so, that was the nature of time travel. Even so the time had done wonders for his mood. Part of it he owed to Rose. Even with his injuries the optimism was creeping in. It had nothing to do with Xena’s attitude. He already imagined she would be furious for days, maybe forever. The hope was coming from his own determination. Snake would make this work out with his wife.

( Snake frowned at his thoughts. )

Another deep breath for his confidence and Snake was off to find his wife. He needed to talk to her.

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