Berwald Oxenstierna and Tino Väinämöinen, Sweden and Finland, benzodiazepines (Xanax).
June, 2009
Finland is cleaning out the medicine cabinet one morning when his fingers brush against a prescription bottle sitting on the highest shelf and send it plummeting into the sink with a clatter. He reaches inside the sink automatically and puts it into the pocket of his pants without pausing from his cleaning, thinking that he'll just put the bottle back once he's done.
Hours pass. Finland completely forgets that he still has the pill bottle until he goes to sit down next to Sweden, who is quietly reading the paper, at the kitchen table and feels the plastic cap digging into his hip. He squirms in his chair, pulls the bottle out of his pocket, and sets it on the table.
Sweden notices the bottle and puts his paper down on the table. "Wher'd y' find this?" he asks, picking it up and rattling it. They both hear the sound of a few pills rattling against each other inside.
"Oh, that? I found it when I was cleaning. Are they yours, Su-san?" Finland says, surprised that Sweden seems to know what the pills are and curious to find out why he knows what he knows.
Sweden doesn't reply right away and when Finland looks over at the taller man, he sees that Sweden's jaw is closed shut in a firm, grim line. His normally calm eyes are narrow and flat and his fingers are turning white as he grips the bottle in his right hand. The whole situation makes Finland feel bewildered and incredibly uncomfortable, as if he shouldn't be sitting here watching this.
Finally, Sweden takes a deep breath and relaxes, but there's a bit of that flatness still in his eyes as if he's remembering a bad memory. "F'r m' anxiety. Doc gave 'm t' me. Dn't worry, I jus' take 'em when I need 'em."
Finland closes his eyes and lets out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding. "T-that's a relief, Su-san. I though...well, I didn't even know what to think when I found them, but I knew if they were dangerous, you'd tell me and..."
"Tino," Sweden rumbles, cutting him off as he starts to ramble. Finland looks startled and stares at him until he strokes Finland's hand with large sweeping circles of his thumb. "S'okay. If it'd b'n you, I'd've b'n worried too."
Finland pulls his hand away then, clearly flustered. He can't meet Sweden's eyes because his cheeks are burning so hotly and even though he can't find the words, he is clearly touched by those words.
The look Sweden gives him when he finally calms down enough to meet his eyes is nothing short of an open invitation to something more intimate. Finland finds his mouth dry and swallows hard as his face reddens again, but this time he doesn't look away as Sweden stands up and offers his hand.
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It's Not A Habit [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-31 01:28 am (UTC)(link)June, 2009
Finland is cleaning out the medicine cabinet one morning when his fingers brush against a prescription bottle sitting on the highest shelf and send it plummeting into the sink with a clatter. He reaches inside the sink automatically and puts it into the pocket of his pants without pausing from his cleaning, thinking that he'll just put the bottle back once he's done.
Hours pass. Finland completely forgets that he still has the pill bottle until he goes to sit down next to Sweden, who is quietly reading the paper, at the kitchen table and feels the plastic cap digging into his hip. He squirms in his chair, pulls the bottle out of his pocket, and sets it on the table.
Sweden notices the bottle and puts his paper down on the table. "Wher'd y' find this?" he asks, picking it up and rattling it. They both hear the sound of a few pills rattling against each other inside.
"Oh, that? I found it when I was cleaning. Are they yours, Su-san?" Finland says, surprised that Sweden seems to know what the pills are and curious to find out why he knows what he knows.
Sweden doesn't reply right away and when Finland looks over at the taller man, he sees that Sweden's jaw is closed shut in a firm, grim line. His normally calm eyes are narrow and flat and his fingers are turning white as he grips the bottle in his right hand. The whole situation makes Finland feel bewildered and incredibly uncomfortable, as if he shouldn't be sitting here watching this.
Finally, Sweden takes a deep breath and relaxes, but there's a bit of that flatness still in his eyes as if he's remembering a bad memory. "F'r m' anxiety. Doc gave 'm t' me. Dn't worry, I jus' take 'em when I need 'em."
Finland closes his eyes and lets out a breath that he didn't even know he'd been holding. "T-that's a relief, Su-san. I though...well, I didn't even know what to think when I found them, but I knew if they were dangerous, you'd tell me and..."
"Tino," Sweden rumbles, cutting him off as he starts to ramble. Finland looks startled and stares at him until he strokes Finland's hand with large sweeping circles of his thumb. "S'okay. If it'd b'n you, I'd've b'n worried too."
Finland pulls his hand away then, clearly flustered. He can't meet Sweden's eyes because his cheeks are burning so hotly and even though he can't find the words, he is clearly touched by those words.
The look Sweden gives him when he finally calms down enough to meet his eyes is nothing short of an open invitation to something more intimate. Finland finds his mouth dry and swallows hard as his face reddens again, but this time he doesn't look away as Sweden stands up and offers his hand.