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[meme fic] Bryan Mills / On Edge
Oct. 7th, 2010 03:14 pmFrom yesterday's DE.
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sardonicynic :
† Mills, laconic: He doesn't like this feeling.
He doesn't like this feeling.
This odd sensation of being the only person awake in a room full of sleep walkers. It's perpetual, these days, only alleviated by Veronica's presence. He worries that he's not built for retirement, that he'll always be darting at shadows, always be checking where people's hands are and how they carry their weight.
He knows he has to check himself, check the finely honed edge that has become his entire being. He doesn't like feeling like he's always in the holster, safety on. Peace bound.
But he can live with it. For Veronica. For Kim.
And maybe, when the weather's good and he can hear people laughing, maybe he can do it for himself.
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sardonicynic : † Mills, laconic: He doesn't like this feeling.
He doesn't like this feeling.
This odd sensation of being the only person awake in a room full of sleep walkers. It's perpetual, these days, only alleviated by Veronica's presence. He worries that he's not built for retirement, that he'll always be darting at shadows, always be checking where people's hands are and how they carry their weight.
He knows he has to check himself, check the finely honed edge that has become his entire being. He doesn't like feeling like he's always in the holster, safety on. Peace bound.
But he can live with it. For Veronica. For Kim.
And maybe, when the weather's good and he can hear people laughing, maybe he can do it for himself.
