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rugbytackleMadness and Sadness are back. Here's Part 5. I hope I didn't scare you off in Part 4. *LOL*
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 5
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sighing in relief Sean sits down next to him - and freezes as his breath catches. He sees beauty for the first time, sees Viggo for the first time. Brushing some strands of silky hair from his features, he recognises his delicateness, his rather boyish features behind that scruffy beard. He looks so young and far too innocent. Like a child.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Aaargh. I need sleep and some tea and maybe a drink. Or a smoke or both.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 5
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sighing in relief Sean sits down next to him - and freezes as his breath catches. He sees beauty for the first time, sees Viggo for the first time. Brushing some strands of silky hair from his features, he recognises his delicateness, his rather boyish features behind that scruffy beard. He looks so young and far too innocent. Like a child.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Aaargh. I need sleep and some tea and maybe a drink. Or a smoke or both.
A loud shattering noise startles Viggo out of his flashback. Agony creeps up his spine and he shakes violently. Staring down at the shards of one of Sean's teacups on the floor, he frantically claws at the edge of the kitchen table, as his knees seem to give out. His heart hammers violently against his breastbone. The world spins to fast around him and he cries out weakly before he falls over as darkness blinds his vision, claiming him before his face hits the table.
Sean had darts up from his dozing on the couch as he hears the sound of china shattering from his kitchen. Puzzled and sleepy he manages to get into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes and trying to stifle a yawn. But then an odd, strangled sound emerges from the other room and a loud "thud". Bloody hell. Viggo wasn't ruining his kitchen by trying to make some tea, was he?
Sean gets up quickly and runs into the other room, almost tripping over sprawled long legs. Viggo's legs. He lies limply on the tiles, his face bruised, nose bloody and he discovered a matching crimson smear on the table. Fuck.
Crouching down he gently turns the unconscious man on his back, carefully cradling his injured head in one hand. "Viggo?", he whispers, concern furrowing his brow. Gently he touches his nose, testing the bone. Not broken, thank god.
Sighing in relief Sean sits down next to him - and freezes as his breath catches. He sees beauty for the first time, sees Viggo for the first time. Brushing some strands of silky hair from his features, he recognises his delicateness, his rather boyish features behind that scruffy beard. He looks so young and far too innocent. Like a child.
Then his lashes flutter open, exposing vulnerable dull grey eyes. Sean can look right through them. He sees pain and fear until they become blank again, just reflecting their surroundings, shielding like mirrors. His reflection in them gazing back at him has him shivering.
"Viggo, what happened?", he hears himself say, his own voice far away as he finds himself caught in a horrible emptiness as the other mans mask shatters because of tears breaking through all mental barriers outside.
It almost breaks Sean's heart and he reaches out to offer the comfort of his arms. Viggo tenses, tenses so much that his whole frame quivers, eyes filled with horror, but not trying to struggle, just passive, involuntary.
Sean knows, that the Half-Dane ever claimed, that he was that drained and exhausted -mentally and physically, that he hallucinated, when he was asked what was wrong, but his eyes told of a different truth. He hides himself behind Aragorn, hides in Tolkien's world, hides from something, that scares him deep enough to agonise him unbearably.
Searching for traces of what that could be, his eyes fixes on Viggo's left wrist, exposed by a ridden up sleeve, fixes on the red and purple bruise he finds matching ones on his other wrist and on his ankles.
"Jesus! How...", Sean begins, but then realisation hits him. Those are no injuries you get on a battlefield, at least not on a battlefield as it was considered as by Tolkien. Bondage. Handcuffs digging into tanned skin. As this races through his mind, he changes his question and hisses in barely surpressed rage just one word: "Who?"
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 5
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sighing in relief Sean sits down next to him - and freezes as his breath catches. He sees beauty for the first time, sees Viggo for the first time. Brushing some strands of silky hair from his features, he recognises his delicateness, his rather boyish features behind that scruffy beard. He looks so young and far too innocent. Like a child.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Aaargh. I need sleep and some tea and maybe a drink. Or a smoke or both.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 5
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM, VM/ ?
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sighing in relief Sean sits down next to him - and freezes as his breath catches. He sees beauty for the first time, sees Viggo for the first time. Brushing some strands of silky hair from his features, he recognises his delicateness, his rather boyish features behind that scruffy beard. He looks so young and far too innocent. Like a child.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Aaargh. I need sleep and some tea and maybe a drink. Or a smoke or both.
A loud shattering noise startles Viggo out of his flashback. Agony creeps up his spine and he shakes violently. Staring down at the shards of one of Sean's teacups on the floor, he frantically claws at the edge of the kitchen table, as his knees seem to give out. His heart hammers violently against his breastbone. The world spins to fast around him and he cries out weakly before he falls over as darkness blinds his vision, claiming him before his face hits the table.
Sean had darts up from his dozing on the couch as he hears the sound of china shattering from his kitchen. Puzzled and sleepy he manages to get into a sitting position, rubbing his eyes and trying to stifle a yawn. But then an odd, strangled sound emerges from the other room and a loud "thud". Bloody hell. Viggo wasn't ruining his kitchen by trying to make some tea, was he?
Sean gets up quickly and runs into the other room, almost tripping over sprawled long legs. Viggo's legs. He lies limply on the tiles, his face bruised, nose bloody and he discovered a matching crimson smear on the table. Fuck.
Crouching down he gently turns the unconscious man on his back, carefully cradling his injured head in one hand. "Viggo?", he whispers, concern furrowing his brow. Gently he touches his nose, testing the bone. Not broken, thank god.
Sighing in relief Sean sits down next to him - and freezes as his breath catches. He sees beauty for the first time, sees Viggo for the first time. Brushing some strands of silky hair from his features, he recognises his delicateness, his rather boyish features behind that scruffy beard. He looks so young and far too innocent. Like a child.
Then his lashes flutter open, exposing vulnerable dull grey eyes. Sean can look right through them. He sees pain and fear until they become blank again, just reflecting their surroundings, shielding like mirrors. His reflection in them gazing back at him has him shivering.
"Viggo, what happened?", he hears himself say, his own voice far away as he finds himself caught in a horrible emptiness as the other mans mask shatters because of tears breaking through all mental barriers outside.
It almost breaks Sean's heart and he reaches out to offer the comfort of his arms. Viggo tenses, tenses so much that his whole frame quivers, eyes filled with horror, but not trying to struggle, just passive, involuntary.
Sean knows, that the Half-Dane ever claimed, that he was that drained and exhausted -mentally and physically, that he hallucinated, when he was asked what was wrong, but his eyes told of a different truth. He hides himself behind Aragorn, hides in Tolkien's world, hides from something, that scares him deep enough to agonise him unbearably.
Searching for traces of what that could be, his eyes fixes on Viggo's left wrist, exposed by a ridden up sleeve, fixes on the red and purple bruise he finds matching ones on his other wrist and on his ankles.
"Jesus! How...", Sean begins, but then realisation hits him. Those are no injuries you get on a battlefield, at least not on a battlefield as it was considered as by Tolkien. Bondage. Handcuffs digging into tanned skin. As this races through his mind, he changes his question and hisses in barely surpressed rage just one word: "Who?"
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Date: 2004-06-01 12:10 pm (UTC)More, soon, please?
I, too, want to know who!
*chuckles evilly*
Date: 2004-06-02 01:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 12:25 pm (UTC)*smiles*
Date: 2004-06-02 05:41 am (UTC)Got any idea, who he could be?
(Some people will kill me for my choice of the evil one. He has fans, lots of.)
*hides behind computer*
Re: *smiles*
Date: 2004-06-02 06:23 am (UTC)Still not playing, dammit, will have to wait until the next chapter then *wanders off grumbling*
*smiles*
Date: 2004-06-02 02:00 am (UTC)Bitting Nails!!
Date: 2004-06-01 04:26 pm (UTC)MMmmmm..
Date: 2004-06-01 04:29 pm (UTC)Re: MMmmmm..
Date: 2004-06-02 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-01 06:55 pm (UTC)*grins*
Date: 2004-06-02 05:38 am (UTC)Thank you for feedback, I`m flattered about the responsiveness to this series.
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Date: 2004-06-01 11:47 pm (UTC)I know who I want it to be, gee...I worry myself.
You are doing this so well!!
Thank you
C x.
*frowns*
Date: 2004-06-02 02:03 am (UTC)*squirms*
Re: *frowns*
Date: 2004-06-02 08:00 am (UTC)