Title: All Souls
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sparklebutchTitle: All Souls
Character: Ethan
Time: off canon
Summary: Ethan drinks for the dead
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It is All Hallows Eve, and Ethan sits and drinks, toasting the memories as they come, one by one.
Today of all days, the veil is thin, which is a good reason to do nothing but sit on his arse, like most creatures of the night plan to do. He has no particular wish to encounter long lost loved ones, or less loved ones. Those who are gone, should stay gone.
Still he drinks in their honour; the little girl in the orange dress who stood by the side of the road on a darkening evening; the pale-faced teen, lips almost colourless, with the dark circles around his eyes; the old man who died silently in his bed, pain turning to relief as death took him over. Ethan toasts and drinks only a sip to each, but the night progresses with no end in sight, and he's getting a bit tipsy.
To Randall; to Randall, who knew what he was getting into, who was a grown man like the rest of them - young, but fully aware, and not a novice. To Randall, who paid the price they all wagered.
To Linda, who messed with what she shouldn't have, sought the wild pleasures and disappeared. To Helen, who wasted away in an illness, and was so chalky towards the end he couldn't bear to see her hand in his. To John, who wasn't careful enough in an age when the party's already ended. To Lyman, who was simply too young for it.
To all of them, all the ones he knew.
May their souls rest in peace.
He hopes his will, tonight.
[end]
Character: Ethan
Time: off canon
Summary: Ethan drinks for the dead
*
It is All Hallows Eve, and Ethan sits and drinks, toasting the memories as they come, one by one.
Today of all days, the veil is thin, which is a good reason to do nothing but sit on his arse, like most creatures of the night plan to do. He has no particular wish to encounter long lost loved ones, or less loved ones. Those who are gone, should stay gone.
Still he drinks in their honour; the little girl in the orange dress who stood by the side of the road on a darkening evening; the pale-faced teen, lips almost colourless, with the dark circles around his eyes; the old man who died silently in his bed, pain turning to relief as death took him over. Ethan toasts and drinks only a sip to each, but the night progresses with no end in sight, and he's getting a bit tipsy.
To Randall; to Randall, who knew what he was getting into, who was a grown man like the rest of them - young, but fully aware, and not a novice. To Randall, who paid the price they all wagered.
To Linda, who messed with what she shouldn't have, sought the wild pleasures and disappeared. To Helen, who wasted away in an illness, and was so chalky towards the end he couldn't bear to see her hand in his. To John, who wasn't careful enough in an age when the party's already ended. To Lyman, who was simply too young for it.
To all of them, all the ones he knew.
May their souls rest in peace.
He hopes his will, tonight.
[end]
