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rugbytackleI was on a Metal-concert on weekend. I think it blew my brain out of my ears. So this part will be a little surreal...
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 10
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape, non-con, violence
SUMMARY: Sean darts up from a troubled sleep. His heart is hammering against his breastbone and he's sweating all over.
In his dream, he'd seen the sea, felt and tasted the storm. Dark clouds paced over the troubled grey-blue sky above, darkening a black sun.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry. For Franzi! I promised.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 10
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape, non-con, violence
SUMMARY: Sean darts up from a troubled sleep. His heart is hammering against his breastbone and he's sweating all over.
In his dream, he'd seen the sea, felt and tasted the storm. Dark clouds paced over the troubled grey-blue sky above, darkening a black sun.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry. For Franzi! I promised.
Sean darts up from a troubled sleep. His heart is hammering against his breastbone and he's sweating all over.
In his dream, he'd seen the sea, felt and tasted the storm. Dark clouds paced over the troubled grey-blue sky above, darkening a black sun. But then a large raindrop fell down upon him and he was drawn into the sea, gazing up, he'd watched in amazement, how black rays of light broke on the surface. When he reached out for them, he felt warmth, that curled inside him, made his heart beat faster and made him able to breath again.
Then he suddenly a white gull darted into the water and he heard Viggo scream,
His wide open eyes taking in his own image in the mirror, then it shatters.
"Oh my god", he whispers into the half dark of his bedroom. But god stays mute, like he ever was and still circles like a gull over the eternity of his ignorance and dives and cleans his white.
He sits up and grabs the headset of the phone, nervously dialling the number of his own house in New Zealand.
After, what seemed an eternity, someone picks the headset up.
Relieved, Sean begins: "Viggo, are you okay? I dreamed..."
A small chuckle interrupts him and his heart freezes, when he recognises Karl's voice: "Of course, he's okay. Tell your beloved..."
"Sean...", Viggo's broken whisper shatters his heart and he curses himself for going back to England, for leaving him all alone with this perverted psycho.
"I love you", Viggo whispers, then he cries out. His whimpers and soft sounds of pain mingle with the rhythmic creaking of the bed, Sean's bed.
He's raping Viggo in his own bed.
Sean weeps, weeps like a child, silent sobs wracking his body and Karl moans into his ear: "I took him dry, first I thought it wouldn't work, he's out of praxis, because you spoil him. Now his blood lubricates me. You know, he's just made for breaking, do delicate and fragile..."
Sean slams the headset against the wall and jumps out of the bed. Quickly he gets dressed and gathers his stuff together, while talking via mobile phone with travel agent.
When the minutes in the taxi draw out and the blurring landscape looks like watered with tears, he just wants to call the police or Ian or Orli to help Viggo, because he would need so much time to get back to New Zealand.
But Viggo plead him once, not to tell anybody, nobody should know.
So Sean's helpless, bound to his promise.
The flight is timeless, too long, time stretches with anticipation and sorrow, until it falls apart, leaving Sean without memory until he can the choir again, he listened to many years ago, when he suddenly faces Viggo on the street, where they live together.
#Sanctus - Sanctus - Sanctus - Dominus# *
His eyes as grey as London-fog prowling over from the Thames. Even so misty and lifeless they stare unfocused into space. As if he was caught in a nightmare, he can't escape from. Streams of blood on his chiselled features, running down from a mocking thorny crown, that bites cruelly into his smooth skin.
He stands there, barefoot on the dirty pavement on wobbly legs, his slender thighs trembling. Twin crimson rivers trickling down to his fragile ankles. Holes pierced through his feet, leaving bloody footprints disappearing behind the horizon.
Clad in an oversized dirty shirt fluttering in the wind like his shaggy long hair. Stigmatised hands clutching the cheap fabric to cover the abused body as best as possible, but unable to hide the dark bruises on the tanned skin and blood seeping from a wound on his left side.
Morning light bathes the violated figure in ethereal beauty. The shadow at Sean's feet a silent witness of reality.
For a moment it seems, that white wings would spread from his back and carry him away.
But the vision collapses soundlessly on the cold stone.
*translation :Holy - Holy - Holy -Lord
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 10
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape, non-con, violence
SUMMARY: Sean darts up from a troubled sleep. His heart is hammering against his breastbone and he's sweating all over.
In his dream, he'd seen the sea, felt and tasted the storm. Dark clouds paced over the troubled grey-blue sky above, darkening a black sun.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry. For Franzi! I promised.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 10
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: NC-17
WARNING: angst, rape, non-con, violence
SUMMARY: Sean darts up from a troubled sleep. His heart is hammering against his breastbone and he's sweating all over.
In his dream, he'd seen the sea, felt and tasted the storm. Dark clouds paced over the troubled grey-blue sky above, darkening a black sun.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry. For Franzi! I promised.
Sean darts up from a troubled sleep. His heart is hammering against his breastbone and he's sweating all over.
In his dream, he'd seen the sea, felt and tasted the storm. Dark clouds paced over the troubled grey-blue sky above, darkening a black sun. But then a large raindrop fell down upon him and he was drawn into the sea, gazing up, he'd watched in amazement, how black rays of light broke on the surface. When he reached out for them, he felt warmth, that curled inside him, made his heart beat faster and made him able to breath again.
Then he suddenly a white gull darted into the water and he heard Viggo scream,
His wide open eyes taking in his own image in the mirror, then it shatters.
"Oh my god", he whispers into the half dark of his bedroom. But god stays mute, like he ever was and still circles like a gull over the eternity of his ignorance and dives and cleans his white.
He sits up and grabs the headset of the phone, nervously dialling the number of his own house in New Zealand.
After, what seemed an eternity, someone picks the headset up.
Relieved, Sean begins: "Viggo, are you okay? I dreamed..."
A small chuckle interrupts him and his heart freezes, when he recognises Karl's voice: "Of course, he's okay. Tell your beloved..."
"Sean...", Viggo's broken whisper shatters his heart and he curses himself for going back to England, for leaving him all alone with this perverted psycho.
"I love you", Viggo whispers, then he cries out. His whimpers and soft sounds of pain mingle with the rhythmic creaking of the bed, Sean's bed.
He's raping Viggo in his own bed.
Sean weeps, weeps like a child, silent sobs wracking his body and Karl moans into his ear: "I took him dry, first I thought it wouldn't work, he's out of praxis, because you spoil him. Now his blood lubricates me. You know, he's just made for breaking, do delicate and fragile..."
Sean slams the headset against the wall and jumps out of the bed. Quickly he gets dressed and gathers his stuff together, while talking via mobile phone with travel agent.
When the minutes in the taxi draw out and the blurring landscape looks like watered with tears, he just wants to call the police or Ian or Orli to help Viggo, because he would need so much time to get back to New Zealand.
But Viggo plead him once, not to tell anybody, nobody should know.
So Sean's helpless, bound to his promise.
The flight is timeless, too long, time stretches with anticipation and sorrow, until it falls apart, leaving Sean without memory until he can the choir again, he listened to many years ago, when he suddenly faces Viggo on the street, where they live together.
#Sanctus - Sanctus - Sanctus - Dominus# *
His eyes as grey as London-fog prowling over from the Thames. Even so misty and lifeless they stare unfocused into space. As if he was caught in a nightmare, he can't escape from. Streams of blood on his chiselled features, running down from a mocking thorny crown, that bites cruelly into his smooth skin.
He stands there, barefoot on the dirty pavement on wobbly legs, his slender thighs trembling. Twin crimson rivers trickling down to his fragile ankles. Holes pierced through his feet, leaving bloody footprints disappearing behind the horizon.
Clad in an oversized dirty shirt fluttering in the wind like his shaggy long hair. Stigmatised hands clutching the cheap fabric to cover the abused body as best as possible, but unable to hide the dark bruises on the tanned skin and blood seeping from a wound on his left side.
Morning light bathes the violated figure in ethereal beauty. The shadow at Sean's feet a silent witness of reality.
For a moment it seems, that white wings would spread from his back and carry him away.
But the vision collapses soundlessly on the cold stone.
*translation :Holy - Holy - Holy -Lord
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Date: 2004-06-15 10:48 am (UTC)Just damn.
Very powerful and horrid.
*feels the need to hug everybody, you included*
*meanwhile kicking Karl repeatedly in the head*
The icon use is directed at Karl!!
Re: *giggles*
Date: 2004-06-15 11:03 am (UTC)Thank you.
Karl: *whimpers pathetically*
Sean: *laughs*
Viggo: *finally smiles again*
Nice icon. Reminds me of Viggo's "One man's meat", there's a poem, his ex-wife reads, in which she says: "One man's heart makes a nice little snack for a skeletton girl, afraid of getting fat..." and so on, all about what bad! girls can do to a man's heart. This CD is the stuff nightmares are made from. Really scary! Poor Vig!
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Date: 2004-06-15 11:09 am (UTC)Re: *smiles*
Date: 2004-06-15 11:14 am (UTC)And thank you so much for your wonderful feedback.
I don't want to sound demanding or go on your nerves, but what do you think about my challenge?
P.S.: tell you a secret: Part 13 will be the final part...
Re: *smiles*
Date: 2004-06-15 02:48 pm (UTC)So, 13 eps and we're on 10! I can see your face from here young lady - get back to your computer - immediately!!!!!!
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Date: 2004-06-15 03:40 pm (UTC)*installs rockets to plain for Sean*
*chops Karl with blunt axe*
This is such a beautiful and yet sad story, but I love it. Write more soon!
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Date: 2004-06-15 07:07 pm (UTC)*meep*
Phew. Uhm, so, ok, you're still great. But, but, but, what if V is so upset S can't get through to him?
I mean, what then?
*meep*
C x.
>:\
Date: 2004-06-15 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-17 05:21 am (UTC)Hope the writer's block breaks soon!!!
{{hugs}}
Holy Holy Holy Lord indeed!
Date: 2004-06-18 07:44 pm (UTC)But Viggo plead him once, not to tell anybody, nobody should know.
So Sean's helpless, bound to his promise.
Argh! Classical abuse victim there, not wanting anyone to know what's going on. Even though others could help stop it. Poor Sean, with no way to help Viggo! Damn that Karl...
Great job though; I don't know if I've ever cared so much about the characters in a story before.
*stammers*
Date: 2004-06-19 01:22 pm (UTC)