Title: Distance
Summary: And I will make sure to keep my distance. Say "I love you" when you're not listening. Sydney/Adrian. Inspired by Christina Perri's song Distance.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the song. Duh!
Part: 1 of 5
A/N: So I decided to show anyone and everyone I'm still alive. I'm sorry I haven't posted an update of DreamScape since like October. My life has been crazy. Nanowrimo. Thanks Giving. Christmas. University starting. Now that Ever After is out I'm hoping it will inspire me (or make me mad about the lack of Ravy) and finally finish DreamScape. I'm hoping to get the book by next weekend (when I'll also have time to read it.)
Not usually a fan of song fics. This one isn't really one either so bare with me.
-One-
The sun is filling up the room and I can hear you dreaming
Do you feel the way I do, right now?
I wish we would just give up
'Cause the best part is falling, call it anything but love
He had decided to try to let her go.
Again.
It was not because she had walked out on him after that kiss. No, he had been surprised she had even let him kiss her. Let him get that close.
He was going to try to let her go because it was what she wanted. He knew she cared about him, more than was safe, more than she cared to admit even to herself. But when it came right down to it she was an Alchemist and that seemed to take presidents over everything else.
Perhaps it always would.
So he was doing the smart thing and trying to push her from his mind. And one of the few ways he knew how to do that was booze. He felt bad about it though, knowing Jill was going to feel it. A man couldn't even drink without worrying these days…
He took a swing of whatever alcohol was in the bottle and closed his eyes. Bad idea. All he could see was Sydney's beautiful golden eyes. Perhaps, he thought, he should paint them. Paint her. Yes.
That might not be the right thing to do if he was trying to move on. But he'd always sucked at moving on and doing the right thing. Upon reflecting some more on it he decided he was too drunk to paint and without any of the sunlight falling through the window he would have a hard time seeing her before him. Unless he closed his eyes. But that wouldn't be very good for painting.
As he blinked he felt strangely sleepy. It was dark out, the middle of the night. With the being-a-wake-during-the-day thing they were all doing while in Palm Springs he had a right to be tired, he supposed. Sleeping made him think of dreams, and that gave him an idea. He grinned and put the bottle down knowing he'd have to sober up some before attempting it.
As Adrian slowly became less drunk he also became more aware that his plan was a stupid one. He really was a fool for even thinking it up. Maybe it was spirit whispering to him. Or maybe it was just him.
He should just go to bed. Take an aspirin and drink a gallon of water.
Only he had never been good at doing the smart thing. At doing what his brain told him.
Smiling to himself he closed his eyes and let himself slide into a spirit dream.
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