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adventdrabblesTitle: one last kiss
Universe: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Character(s): Ikari Shinji, Sohryu Asuka Langely
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: It's just a drink, milk and liquor. It's what adults drink. It's the season. It's just a drink, and you're an adult now too.
Length: 350 words
Author's Notes: Foradventdrabbles Day 29. also: external link.
one last kiss
“Stupid Shinji, be a man.”
Her voice cut through him, sharp and pointed, a knife he thought—a knife through… through something soft, he guessed. He had never been good at articulating his thoughts. His feelings bubbled to the service so readily, and yet despite this, he had never been very good at actually expressing what was inside him in a way that others understood.
“It’s just a drink,” she said, sitting next to him, cross-legged, dressed in a vest and cut-off denim shorts, long red hair falling down her back. “G-d, you’re such a baby.”
Without pause, she reached out and snatched the glass up from the table before them, downing the milky looking substance within in one gulp, wincing with displeasure as she lowered the glass and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“It’s Christmas,” she said with anger, turning to him as if he couldn’t read how unexpected the taste of whisky and milk had been on her lips. “Shouldn’t little kids be in bed by now?”
Why are you so angry, he thought; why do you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you? What haven’t I done to you, another voice asked in his head. A momentary fantasy flashed through his head, his hands holding tightly onto her wrists, pushing her down. Despite himself, he shook his head, trying to dispel the frightening thought, and she took that as a challenge.
“Oh, you’re not a little kid, you say?” She snorted loudly. “Prove it.”
He looked meekly up at her, confused, bewildered. He looked meekly up at her, and he imagined a lavender bruise on her cheek, imagined her lips cracked and bleeding as he pushed his mouth against them.
She snorted, exhaling air through her nostrils.
“Go to bed, stupid Shinji,” she said and turned away from, signalling the end of the conversation.
He said nothing, tried to wait a moment, gave up, and stood up, bowing slightly, apologetically as he stepped away from her.
“Coward,” she said, not looking back at him.
He said nothing in reply.
Universe: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Character(s): Ikari Shinji, Sohryu Asuka Langely
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: It's just a drink, milk and liquor. It's what adults drink. It's the season. It's just a drink, and you're an adult now too.
Length: 350 words
Author's Notes: For
adventdrabbles Day 29. also: external link.one last kiss
“Stupid Shinji, be a man.”
Her voice cut through him, sharp and pointed, a knife he thought—a knife through… through something soft, he guessed. He had never been good at articulating his thoughts. His feelings bubbled to the service so readily, and yet despite this, he had never been very good at actually expressing what was inside him in a way that others understood.
“It’s just a drink,” she said, sitting next to him, cross-legged, dressed in a vest and cut-off denim shorts, long red hair falling down her back. “G-d, you’re such a baby.”
Without pause, she reached out and snatched the glass up from the table before them, downing the milky looking substance within in one gulp, wincing with displeasure as she lowered the glass and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
“It’s Christmas,” she said with anger, turning to him as if he couldn’t read how unexpected the taste of whisky and milk had been on her lips. “Shouldn’t little kids be in bed by now?”
Why are you so angry, he thought; why do you hate me so much? What have I ever done to you? What haven’t I done to you, another voice asked in his head. A momentary fantasy flashed through his head, his hands holding tightly onto her wrists, pushing her down. Despite himself, he shook his head, trying to dispel the frightening thought, and she took that as a challenge.
“Oh, you’re not a little kid, you say?” She snorted loudly. “Prove it.”
He looked meekly up at her, confused, bewildered. He looked meekly up at her, and he imagined a lavender bruise on her cheek, imagined her lips cracked and bleeding as he pushed his mouth against them.
She snorted, exhaling air through her nostrils.
“Go to bed, stupid Shinji,” she said and turned away from, signalling the end of the conversation.
He said nothing, tried to wait a moment, gave up, and stood up, bowing slightly, apologetically as he stepped away from her.
“Coward,” she said, not looking back at him.
He said nothing in reply.
