Reliquinate
By StarWolf
12/31/2004
Title: Reliquinate
Author: StarWolf
(elendraug at yahoo dot com)
Fandom: Metal Gear
Solid
Pairing: Dave x
Hal, though it's not readily apparent.
Rating: G
Warnings: Uhm.
Pseudo-spoilers? I wrote this before finishing MGS2, so...
Distribution: No
one is allowed to archive this.
Disclaimer:
Konami's, not mine.
Summary: Sitting on
a sofa on a Sunday afternoon.
Author's Notes:
Written while listening to SH4's "Sliced" over and over and
over and--
It's a half hour before they both realise that they're not watching the television.
A crinkling of metal, escaping phosphoric acid, the thirteenth element (or maybe an alloy) raised to his lips. Carbon dioxide annoys his nostrils for a few seconds before Dave reaches and takes.
"Let me have some."
When Hal's soda is returned, the rim tastes slightly of the spicy cheese dip that Snake has been licking from the jar's displaced lid. He shakes his head. "You know that now we can't put that back in the fridge, right?"
Dave's tongue cleans away green-and-red-speckled yellow goop from his index finger. "Why not?"
Lifts his own finger and imagines that an hourglass has appeared on the screen. Swallows.
"Bacteria."
Snake scoffs and folds his arms behind his head.
Otacon sets the can on the floor and places the Gladware bowl on his lap. "So, how do you think it'll turn out?" Amused, he leans back against the couch, crosses his legs, and looks with peripheral vision.
Raising an eyebrow, Dave shrugs and scratches at his wrist. "We already won the battle."
"But the thing is..." Hal picks up a chip and bites the corner off. He waves the remnants in a vague circle of a gesture, points it at Dave, and speaks through chewed tortilla. "You're still fighting it."