Title: Untitled
Rating: pg13 for language and
themes
Fandom: The Dark Tower
Disclaimer: All
characters, settings, and recognizable themes belong to Stephen King
and others. I am in no way earning money or other profit from this
fanfic.
Char/Pair: Roland Deschain and Eddie Dean
Prompt:
Truth from Five
By Fiction and How often does that happen? from Prompt
A Day on
Spoilers: For The Drawing of
The Three
W/C: 191
Warnings: Mild
swearing.
Summary: Takes place at Balazar's.
How often does that happen? He thinks, standing there for the briefest moments, stark naked in a sea of flesh and bullets. The smell of gunpowder and shit -death- sticks to his bare skin, mixing with the sweat that pools down his body and he wonders if it will ever wash away, not knowing then that it will be a smell he comes to know. One that he equates with Still Alive.
He shakes from the growing withdrawal and from the cool air against his over-heated skin, but also from the fact that he is not dreaming. He's not still on that plane, waiting for customs to probe his ass. He is really and truly standing in a room full of men that he helped to kill. Fuck!
"How often does that happen?" He says, surprised at how calm his voice sounds.
"As often as I need it to."
He hears the other one as he shuffles around, his boots thunk across the floor. Eddie isn't ready for the honesty, the truth, the goddamn reality of it, and he wonders if one more death on his conscience would make any difference.