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Twelve Steps, stephen holder, by
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pann_cakeNever Found Our Way Home, alexi giffords/rosie larsen, by
waltzmatildahA Rosie Icon, by
far_to_nowherecut the ties (but don't let go), bennet ahmed, by
crickets3 Holder Icons, by
cricketsain't no shadow (gonna be an early spring), holder/linden, by
cricketsyour heart's the only place that I call home, Holder/Linden, by
pann_cakethe sword in the darkness, Linden, Holder, Jack, ASOIAF AU, by
pann_cakegonna lose your soul, Linden, Holder, by
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Date: 2013-05-14 11:23 pm (UTC)Sometimes the only salvation Stephen finds in his meetings is in the form of the lukewarm crap coffee in a paper cup. He holds it in both hands, between his knees, and he listens to the same sob-story he’s heard a thousand times in this church basement. He knows it’s cynical of him, but they all hit the same note. Powerless, I was powerless…
He zones out for a while, finishing the dregs of his coffee but not getting up for more. It would just draw attention to himself and how much his hands are shaking. When he’s asked if he wants to share he just shakes his head. He ain’t got any wisdom for these people. Despite the tattoo on his neck and all the times he’s offered himself up to God at rock bottom, begging and praying for help, the only one that can help him is himself.
He’s walked this path before, it’s frustrating and it’s hard as hell. Stephen has lost count of the amount of times he’s had to start over on his stepwork. But he’s been clean for a while, he can pride himself on that, even if his head’s still all sorts of fucked up.
He looks up when the group leader quotes step six: we were entirely ready to have God remove all these defects of character. Stephen mutters to himself, “Ain’t nobody gonna remove all these defects, holmes.”
The girl next to him snickers and the leader looks like he’s about to give Stephen some speech about how he knows how much Stephen’s hurting, how he’s been there, how he can’t give up.
He hears his name called after him when he gets up and leaves the circle, chucking his empty cup in the trash on his way out. Under the streetlamp outside, he ducks his head and lights a cigarette. A little while later, the girl who had laughed comes out to join him, asks him for a light.
“You wanna do a bump?” she asks, and he can see it in her eyes how strung out she is. She looks on the outside how he feels on the inside.
Stephen blows out smoke, slow and deliberate. “Nah. Startin’ a new job tomorrow.”
He knows she’ll do it anyway, with or without him, so he doesn’t feed her any bullshit lines. He just turns and walks away.
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Date: 2013-05-14 11:57 pm (UTC)Oh, man. This guy right here. Thank you so much!
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Date: 2013-05-15 12:05 am (UTC)Glad you liked it bb!
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Date: 2013-05-15 01:22 am (UTC)prefer still to animated, prefer no text