Drabble-ish: Doubts
Oct. 29th, 2005 03:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinitydayTitle: Doubts
Author: Trinity Day
Date/Challenge: Oct 29 - give up forever (from30_hath)
Character/Pairing: Peter, James
Genre/Warnings (as applicable): None
Rating: G
Word Count:: 200
“Do you ever wonder…”
James hesitates again, which worries Peter almost more than the fact that they’re on their fifth drink (James drinking lager, Peter cider, but with no hint of the ribbing he’d normally get for choosing that drink) and James still can’t form the words to tell Peter just what is bothering him.
“What?” Peter asks.
“Do you ever wonder...” James plays with his coaster, tipping it on the edge then letting it fall. His drink sits on the table, leaving a wet ring on the wood.
“Wonder what?” Peter asks.
Then comes the rush of words that Peter wishes remain unsaid. “Do you ever wonder if it’s worth it? Do you ever wonder if we make a difference? Do you ever wonder if it means anything in the end? Do you ever wonder if it wouldn’t be better if we all just forgot about it, forgot about everything and got on with our own lives?”
And that’s when Peter knows. That’s when Peter knows that if someone as brave as James could have doubts about the war, how could he--how could the dunce, how could weak-willed, tagalong Peter--dream of being bold where James was not.
Author: Trinity Day
Date/Challenge: Oct 29 - give up forever (from
30_hath)Character/Pairing: Peter, James
Genre/Warnings (as applicable): None
Rating: G
Word Count:: 200
“Do you ever wonder…”
James hesitates again, which worries Peter almost more than the fact that they’re on their fifth drink (James drinking lager, Peter cider, but with no hint of the ribbing he’d normally get for choosing that drink) and James still can’t form the words to tell Peter just what is bothering him.
“What?” Peter asks.
“Do you ever wonder...” James plays with his coaster, tipping it on the edge then letting it fall. His drink sits on the table, leaving a wet ring on the wood.
“Wonder what?” Peter asks.
Then comes the rush of words that Peter wishes remain unsaid. “Do you ever wonder if it’s worth it? Do you ever wonder if we make a difference? Do you ever wonder if it means anything in the end? Do you ever wonder if it wouldn’t be better if we all just forgot about it, forgot about everything and got on with our own lives?”
And that’s when Peter knows. That’s when Peter knows that if someone as brave as James could have doubts about the war, how could he--how could the dunce, how could weak-willed, tagalong Peter--dream of being bold where James was not.