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rugbytackleOh my god. You really keep me busy. This Part is dedicated to our lovely isern. I adore you...
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 8
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sean awakes slowly, drifting in and out of half sleep, his mind clinging to a pleasant dream, until he realises, that the warmth of a body next to him is real, the rise and fall of a chest, the soft breath brushing his skin and the hand, that rests above his heart.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Sorry. I got a writer's blockade or how it's called. So this part was torture to write, hope it doesn't show too much.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 8
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sean awakes slowly, drifting in and out of half sleep, his mind clinging to a pleasant dream, until he realises, that the warmth of a body next to him is real, the rise and fall of a chest, the soft breath brushing his skin and the hand, that rests above his heart.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Sorry. I got a writer's blockade or how it's called. So this part was torture to write, hope it doesn't show too much.
Sean awakes slowly, drifting in and out of half sleep, his mind clinging to a shard of lingering pleasant dream, until he realises, that the warmth of a body next to him is real, the rise and fall of a chest, the soft breath brushing his skin and the hand, that rests above his heart.
He opens his eyes, blinking disbelievingly in the half dark of his bedroom.
As he recognises Viggo's sleeping form, curled up in his embrace, he smiles at him.
Sighing, the sleeping man snuggles closer, nuzzling his neck, when Sean kisses his forehead. His eyes open slowly, it's like a sunrise above the steep shores of his cheekbones and Sean is able to smell the sea, salty and fresh, feels like a white gull falling into the dark suns of his pupils and he can feel his beard shadow like a sandy beach under his caressing fingertips.
Sean gasps, looks spellbound into those amazing skies, like into an unbelievable freedom, so open, trusting, still peaceful with memory stolen by sleep, unafraid.
Then Viggo seems to remember and lashes flutter close over the blue orbs and he looks so sad, incredibly sad.
Drawing the blanket up to his chin, he sits up, protectively curled up, arms wrapped around his knees, face buried in the soft coverlet. His shoulders heave with heartbreaking sobs. Helplessly and hesitating Sean reaches out for his recoiling, broken form.
Tenderly he strokes his back in soothing, slow circles and Viggo finally looks up, but still unable to meet his gaze he whispers: "I'm so sorry. I'm nothing but trouble for you."
"Don't say that", Sean insists and places a fingertip on stunned lips, then he leans in and kisses Viggo's tears away, whispering: "Don't cry, don't be afraid, I will protect you, always be there for you, relearn to love with you."
"Love?", Viggo asks irritated.
Sean smiles, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead and confirms: "Yes, I love you."
Then Viggo just embraces him fiercely, clinging to him like to a lifeline until the alarm clock breaks the peace.
Smiling, Sean watches a very sleepy Viggo eyeing the coffee suspiciously.
"It's no maté, but it won't kill you", Sean tells him.
Viggo chuckles and insists: "I'm not entirely sure about that."
Taking a sip he wrinkles his nose in disgust and adds: "At least I'm awake now."
Then they stand in Sean's small kitchen, facing each other. His hand shakes, when he touches Viggo's cheek, leaning in to kiss him, lightly, tenderly on his lips.
Sighing softly, Viggo embraces him, draws him closer to his body, starved for gentleness and love, every fibre of his being screams in longing.
But Sean breaks the kiss: "We have to hurry."
Viggo feels strong enough to face Eomer, when he holds Boromir's hand and hides behind Aragorn.
And Boromir's burning gaze pierces Karl even through the mask of his role like knife. His green eyes watch his every move.
Snarling in rage he punches the wall of his trailer and watches his blood trickling down. He couldn't approach Viggo without Sean recognising him.
But soon, Sean would have to leave to fix his divorce in Britain.
Then Viggo would be all alone and weak and beautiful and pliable in his arms again, screaming his name, falling apart under his hands, fading like a cloud, falling like dry leaf.
Karl can see it. Autumn in the skies of his eyes, autumn in the silver in his hair, autumn in his small, raspy voice, in his slowing down movements.
He will be dead before the winter sun touches his pale bronze skin.
His fragile beauty is the last desperate outcry of his ageing body before it crumbles to muteness, everything he has consumed by Karl.
He could feed a whole lifetime from Viggo's pain, despair, his soul.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 8
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sean awakes slowly, drifting in and out of half sleep, his mind clinging to a pleasant dream, until he realises, that the warmth of a body next to him is real, the rise and fall of a chest, the soft breath brushing his skin and the hand, that rests above his heart.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Sorry. I got a writer's blockade or how it's called. So this part was torture to write, hope it doesn't show too much.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 8
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Sean awakes slowly, drifting in and out of half sleep, his mind clinging to a pleasant dream, until he realises, that the warmth of a body next to him is real, the rise and fall of a chest, the soft breath brushing his skin and the hand, that rests above his heart.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Sorry. I got a writer's blockade or how it's called. So this part was torture to write, hope it doesn't show too much.
Sean awakes slowly, drifting in and out of half sleep, his mind clinging to a shard of lingering pleasant dream, until he realises, that the warmth of a body next to him is real, the rise and fall of a chest, the soft breath brushing his skin and the hand, that rests above his heart.
He opens his eyes, blinking disbelievingly in the half dark of his bedroom.
As he recognises Viggo's sleeping form, curled up in his embrace, he smiles at him.
Sighing, the sleeping man snuggles closer, nuzzling his neck, when Sean kisses his forehead. His eyes open slowly, it's like a sunrise above the steep shores of his cheekbones and Sean is able to smell the sea, salty and fresh, feels like a white gull falling into the dark suns of his pupils and he can feel his beard shadow like a sandy beach under his caressing fingertips.
Sean gasps, looks spellbound into those amazing skies, like into an unbelievable freedom, so open, trusting, still peaceful with memory stolen by sleep, unafraid.
Then Viggo seems to remember and lashes flutter close over the blue orbs and he looks so sad, incredibly sad.
Drawing the blanket up to his chin, he sits up, protectively curled up, arms wrapped around his knees, face buried in the soft coverlet. His shoulders heave with heartbreaking sobs. Helplessly and hesitating Sean reaches out for his recoiling, broken form.
Tenderly he strokes his back in soothing, slow circles and Viggo finally looks up, but still unable to meet his gaze he whispers: "I'm so sorry. I'm nothing but trouble for you."
"Don't say that", Sean insists and places a fingertip on stunned lips, then he leans in and kisses Viggo's tears away, whispering: "Don't cry, don't be afraid, I will protect you, always be there for you, relearn to love with you."
"Love?", Viggo asks irritated.
Sean smiles, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead and confirms: "Yes, I love you."
Then Viggo just embraces him fiercely, clinging to him like to a lifeline until the alarm clock breaks the peace.
Smiling, Sean watches a very sleepy Viggo eyeing the coffee suspiciously.
"It's no maté, but it won't kill you", Sean tells him.
Viggo chuckles and insists: "I'm not entirely sure about that."
Taking a sip he wrinkles his nose in disgust and adds: "At least I'm awake now."
Then they stand in Sean's small kitchen, facing each other. His hand shakes, when he touches Viggo's cheek, leaning in to kiss him, lightly, tenderly on his lips.
Sighing softly, Viggo embraces him, draws him closer to his body, starved for gentleness and love, every fibre of his being screams in longing.
But Sean breaks the kiss: "We have to hurry."
Viggo feels strong enough to face Eomer, when he holds Boromir's hand and hides behind Aragorn.
And Boromir's burning gaze pierces Karl even through the mask of his role like knife. His green eyes watch his every move.
Snarling in rage he punches the wall of his trailer and watches his blood trickling down. He couldn't approach Viggo without Sean recognising him.
But soon, Sean would have to leave to fix his divorce in Britain.
Then Viggo would be all alone and weak and beautiful and pliable in his arms again, screaming his name, falling apart under his hands, fading like a cloud, falling like dry leaf.
Karl can see it. Autumn in the skies of his eyes, autumn in the silver in his hair, autumn in his small, raspy voice, in his slowing down movements.
He will be dead before the winter sun touches his pale bronze skin.
His fragile beauty is the last desperate outcry of his ageing body before it crumbles to muteness, everything he has consumed by Karl.
He could feed a whole lifetime from Viggo's pain, despair, his soul.
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Date: 2004-06-07 09:36 am (UTC)Love Bean
Love Poor Vig
Hate Karl
Love you!!
*blushes*
Date: 2004-06-07 10:19 am (UTC)" I love you back, okay?"
In the background my Beanie muse hits my Karl muses head repeately against the wall.
*calls over shoulder*
" Let him go, I still need him1"
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Date: 2004-06-07 09:54 am (UTC)*pets Sean*
*glares at evil Karl*
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Date: 2004-06-07 10:22 am (UTC)Sean muse: *purrs*
Karl muse: *glares back and takes out handcuffs and a blindfold for you*
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Date: 2004-06-07 10:27 am (UTC)*stares at Karl*
*red nails tap at table*
'BACK OFF!'
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Date: 2004-06-07 10:29 am (UTC)*wanders off whistling*
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Date: 2004-06-08 10:58 am (UTC)Sean muse: *snorts with disgust*
Karl muse: *hides*
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Date: 2004-06-08 11:01 am (UTC)"C'mon, man! You wouldn't want to leave it like this..."
I'm lovin' it!
Date: 2004-06-07 01:03 pm (UTC)Re: I'm lovin' it!
Date: 2004-06-08 10:57 am (UTC)I love Viggo bein' sweet, because that's what he is. He can be the villian or the rough and tough guy as often as he wants, he's still cute. Think of Tex for example. So lovely, adorable, cute - cruel with the innocence of a child, that doesn't know, what's right or wrong.
About posting the next part: today my blockade crumbled to dust and I'm writing again. I do my very best.
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Date: 2004-06-07 01:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-08 11:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-08 11:15 am (UTC)Always said...
Date: 2004-06-07 06:28 pm (UTC)Re: Always said...
Date: 2004-06-08 11:03 am (UTC)"We, too" *naked Vig and Bean muses shout from behind the laptop*
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Date: 2004-06-07 11:01 pm (UTC)Lovely.
This is great. Always thrilled to see more of it.
*bounce*
Date: 2004-06-08 11:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-07 11:18 pm (UTC)Loved it.
Thanks :)
C x.
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Date: 2004-06-08 11:07 am (UTC)Beanie muse: "Sadistic bitch!" *waves tiny little fist*
Viggo muse: *cries*
Karl muse: *grins*
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Date: 2004-06-08 10:45 pm (UTC)C x.
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Date: 2004-06-08 09:22 am (UTC)*comforts Viggo*
*loves Sean*
Again, a beautiful instalment. Can it get any better? I am sure of it ;)
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Date: 2004-06-08 11:08 am (UTC)