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The Terror - Prompt Post 1
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FILL: Ground Control, Hickey/Irving, Hickey/Tozer, light Hickey/Crozier, M, reincarnation [pt 2]
(Anonymous) 2022-10-06 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)“Don’t you have a job,” Francis said when Hickey sat down.
“No.”
“How do you make money?”
Hickey cocked an eyebrow. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Francis looked toward the portrait of St. Patrick above the door, as though for strength. “What’ll it be,” he said.
“Gin and tonic.”
“Alright.”
Hickey watched the old barman’s arms as he scooped ice, poured gin, allotted tonic from the soda gun. Veins, freckles, smudgy old tattoos. Somebody had said he had once been a tugboat captain on the river, like in the Galaxie 500 song.
“What brings you here, son,” said Francis, sliding the drink across the bar.
“Recent events,” Hickey shrugged. “I’m not exactly welcome any longer at any other bar in town.”
“Is that your own fault?”
“Maybe. Why do you wanna know?”
“To see if I should kick you out preemptively.”
“Let me finish this first,” Hickey said. “It’s been a long couple days.”
“Has it?” asked Francis aloofly, as though he already knew the answer. He was drying beer glasses with a great deal less care than Sol did.
“You’re being awfully nice.”
“When am I ever anything other than nice.”
“You’ve never once been nice to me before,” Hickey said. “Last time I was here you kicked me out for putting AC/DC on the jukebox.”
“That was wholly justified.”
“Well, what do you want to listen to?”
Francis glared. “Something good.”
“No pressure or anything…”
There was only a quarter left in Hickey’s pocket from the wad of cash the evening previous. Had he really spent it all already? Maybe he’d left some of it at Sol’s? He slipped the quarter into the jukebox and picked the first song he found that he figured no sane human being could object to, “Space Oddity” by David Bowie.
“Aha,” said Francis, hearing the opening chords. “You don’t already know, do you? But something in you knows.”
Hickey sat back down at the end of the bar. “What do you mean?”
“I guess you don’t, then.”
“Francis, it seems like working in this place has finally pickled your brain.”
The barman snorted. “Francis.”
“That’s your name, isn’t it?”
“Not to you.”
It was Hickey’s turn to scoff. “You don’t know me.”
“I know your kind,” Francis said, “and I know you. I’ve always known you. And I see you now.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
The old barkeep moved more quickly than Hickey had known he could. A rough hand grasped the scruff of his neck, like a lioness with cubs. Something seared in Hickey’s temple, like the start of an ocular migraine.
“I know you,” Crozier said again. “How old were you when you pushed that man in front of that train? Thirteen?”
“I don’t know what you’re —“
What happened then? It was not exactly a kiss. It was a headbutting of the lips. Inside the brief and bloody contact time and embodiment unfolded like an old map. They staggered away from each other toward opposite ends of the too-bright bar.
“Took you long enough,” said Crozier.
Hickey pressed his tongue to the tender place inside his lip and tasted salt. His ears were ringing. The spark and flare that he had taken for a migraine aura was opening like an accordion. Light, color. Snowblindness. Blood, bodies, flames. A cold knife, a broken ship, a flogger, hardtack, lemon juice. That great white beast with its human face. “Very funny.”
“You’d be a fool to try to outsmart me again.”
“You didn’t have to kiss me to tell me that. I would have figured it out on my own eventually.”
The captain picked up another beer glass from behind the bar and set about drying it as though nothing had happened.
“I always thought you might be too honorable, Captain Crozier.”
“Maybe so.” Something cold stirred around the old man’s lips. “Now go on. Get.”
Hickey didn’t need telling twice. It was the beginning of a new age, and the world was very old. There was magic in it somewhere, if not here. He knew that now and would not waste it this time. He went stumbling out the door, tasting his bloody lip, into the full flower of life again, again, again —
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i hope this is to your liking OP! it well and truly got tf away from me...
Re: FILL: Ground Control, Hickey/Irving, Hickey/Tozer, light Hickey/Crozier, M, reincarnation [pt 2]
(Anonymous) 2022-10-06 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)At minimum half of Terror fandom feels the same :D
Lol, perhaps Crozier knows it's time to take drastic measures before Hickey moves to his bar for good
Inside the brief and bloody contact time and embodiment unfolded like an old map.
Ooh, I love this... as with the recurring motif of the ice imagery!
There was magic in it somewhere, if not here. He knew that now and would not waste it this time.
OH DEAR I'm not so sure this is great news for the world! Could we at least cap it at manslaughter this time Mr. Hickey!!
I love this, author-anon - funny and sexy, dark and compelling, what a ride! I'm not sure if this is the end, in which case ooh I love the ominous (or, perhaps, optimistic?) momentum of that determined re-entrance into the world, or if you intend to continue in which case I will certainly be eager to read! Either way thank you SO much for writing this, totally made my day! :D
Re: FILL: Ground Control, Hickey/Irving, Hickey/Tozer, light Hickey/Crozier, M, reincarnation [pt 2]
(Anonymous) 2022-10-07 12:44 am (UTC)(link)