title: wonderwall
summary: Somewhere in Magnolia, the church bells ring for the fallen. — Macao/Cana
dedication: for Sarah on her birthday, iluuuu. ;w;
notes1: shit guys, I've not written something like this in a while.
notes2: did I ever mention I adore this pairing? no? okay.
disclaimer: disclaimed.
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"Congratulations, Macao," Cana whispers to the wind. "You're officially the world's most spectacular of idiots."
She uncaps her bottle and takes a swig.
Drinking the time away is far from a foreign concept to Cana, but today is different. Today, she's drinking as she waits, whiling away the hours before the funeral, and after the funeral, and into the night and back into the day. It's a cycle of wasting time and she hopes that maybe, just maybe, wasting time will waste the pain.
She lies back on the burning tiled roof, arms spread wide and the burn of alcohol in her throat, and she smiles. Somewhere at her feet, an empty glass bottle topples into the drainpipe.
Cana's not going to the funeral. She doesn't have the courtesy to wear black in his memory, either. No, she's carrying on, with fabulous silver jewellery and yellow-red-blue nail paint and her favourite little belly top. He wouldn't want to see the Guild so solemn.
She shuts her eyes and tries to forget his face.
Somewhere in Magnolia, the church bells ring for the fallen.
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notes3: …fuck, shorter than expected. awwell.