Title: the raw fire of gods
Fandom: Legion
Rating: PG
Length: 100 words

Summary: Oliver Bird plays the alchemist with alcohol.


Oliver plays the alchemist with alcohol. Because he can. Because the irony that his home is an ice cube will never be unamusing. Because it passes the time in a place where time won't pass until it's poured like wine and drunk, intoxicating.

He steeps smoky black tea in Russian vodka, infuses sour plums in vermouth, blends his own bitters. None are real, of course, or rather, they're concepts he's brewing, muddling, balancing, savoring... Reality is a slippery thing.

So is memory. Oliver knows that, too, is slipping through his fingers, the price of ingesting the raw fire of gods.