MusingsMale! Reader - Male!AbsentFather!Hungary
Summary: Reader contemplates the impact his father made in his life and choices.
WARNING:
Alcohol abuse and mentions of domestic violence. Story containing mostly the reader's thoughts which means there's no spoken dialogues.
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Twenty some odd years has come by and another frigid winter has set in but the memory is as new (and bitterly cold) as a sheet of freshly fallen snow. As you watched the snowstorm gradually die down through the window adjacent to your work desk, your thoughts lingered to the man you once want to emulate. You wondered if he's out there somewhere passed out on a park bench with his legs sprawled and a bottle of empty Unicum dangling on his left hand, the overpowering liquor keeping his insides warm against the bone-chilling cold. You wondered if by any luck he did fulfilled his promise by committing himself in the rehab and has been a changed man that's editing the badly written
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You wake in the dark. It wasn’t supposed to be dark; the sun had been beating down on your tan skin and (h/c) hair when you remember engaging in the wild, adrenaline-spurred fight and falling into someone’s arms when the pain hit.
Pain. There was a massive pain in your shoulder as you came to your senses. When you shifted your position lying in a slowly rocking hammock, you gritted your teeth and fell back down when that sharp pain abruptly stopped you from moving any further. A strong scent hit your nose then; it was masculine and, honestly, pretty gross. Unfortunately, you were used to that horrid smell.
When your bold (e/c) eyes adjusted at last to the meager light, you forced yourself to sit up through the tender feeling in your shoulder, only to be literally thrown off the swinging hammock as a jolt rocked the whole ship. Ship! That’s right, you were on a ship!
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