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TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 11
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: R, for disturbing content
WARNING: angst, non-con, violence implied
SUMMARY: Sean just stares for a moment, then he runs to the unconscious man, kneeling down next to him, carefully cradling him in his arms. He brushes strands of dark hair from the now relaxed face.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 11
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: R, for disturbing content
WARNING: angst, non-con, violence implied
SUMMARY: Sean just stares for a moment, then he runs to the unconscious man, kneeling down next to him, carefully cradling him in his arms. He brushes strands of dark hair from the now relaxed face.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry.
# Deus deus Sabaoth - pleni sunt coeli et terra
Gloria tua - gloria tua #
Sean just stares for a moment, then he runs to the unconscious man, kneeling down next to him, carefully cradling him in his arms. He brushes strands of dark hair from the now relaxed face.
"Viggo", Sean whispers the name of his friend and beloved as he buries his face in the soft hair. His scent makes him almost dizzy. Bittersweet as white Magnolias and fresh as rain, now mingled with the metallic odour of blood. Sean winces as a thorn scrapes over his cheek. With trembling fingers he brushes the thorny crown from Viggo's head. With a soft sound it falls on the pavement, rolling through the gate to his garden with a sublime suggestion.
Gently he lifts him from the ground and carries him to their house, laying him onto the couch before nervously dialling the number of the hospital.
# Gloria tua - gloria tua #
Shadows creep over the linoleum he stares at. Cursing the lack of awareness to bring some cigs, he nervously fumbles on the chair he sits on. Sean doesn't dare to close his eyes. Images of Viggo, bloody and broken, seem to be scraped onto the insides of his lids and the blinding rays of the rising sun project them on his retina, when he wants to shield them out. The emptiness in Viggo's usually shining eyes, so full of life, love and mild, so pure and untouchable, mirroring the fire of his gentle but passionate soul, now so cold, cooling as if he would slip away like smoke through his fingers, scares him.
He remembers his smile, his soft laughter making his hypnotic eyes sparkle, remembers him joking and rugbytackling him.
But as quickly as Sean could blink the Viggo seemed so far away again, his beautiful eyes calmly staring to other dimensions that weren't meant for Sean's eyes, vanishing from his reach like fog fleeing from sun.
Waiting for the ambulance has been the worst time of his life.
A fallen angel lay on his couch, distant, untouchable, holy. His white wings broken and limp, transparent, but covered in blood and dirt. Sean utterly wanted to touch them, not just to touch something holy, he would tend them, pushing their fragile bones carefully back in place, cleaning the gaping tender flesh, gently stroking the soft feathers. He hesitantly walked over, his feet following unconsciously a small trail of blood on the carpet. When he reached out for them, the bell rang.
# Hosanna in exelsis
Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini
Sanctus dominus #
Translation :
Deus deus Sabaoth - pleni sunt coeli et terra
Gloria tua - gloria tua
"God, god Zebaoth - full are heaven and earth of
your glory, your glory."
Hosanna in exelsis
Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini
Sanctus dominus
"Hosanna in exelsis
The blessed one comes in the name of the Lord
Holy Lord"
And here's TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 12
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Faintly, sounds filter through the window. Cars passing by and voices mingling with the sounds of the machines keeping Viggo alive.
It's winter. The air is fresh with the scent of snow and night vaults like diamond-spangled black velvet over Wellington, but slowly, sun rises again, scraping over the horizon and spilling her hot blood without a cry of pain.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Part of "Grey eyes" by Viggo Mortensen shamelessly stolen.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. About my interpretation of Exene, here's an article I read. It made me very sad:
"MILLIONAIRE Lord of the Rings star Viggo Mortensen is being sued by his punk star ex-wife for more money for their teenage son's upkeep.
The 45-year-old actor has been hit with a lawsuit by Exene Cervenka demanding a big rise for Henry, 16, now Viggo is a wealthy film star. Exene, 48 - real name Christine - has produced a £14,000 shopping list of essentials for their son including computers, furniture, parties, visits to the movies, car insurance and holidays. But in the lawsuit Exene claims that Viggo "has enjoyed substantial success as an actor and his income has increased accordingly" to more than £153,000 a month."
Exene says she is now a teacher and librarian earning £2,850 a month.
If today's hearing gives her the same proportion of his pay packet it would net her more than £8,200 a month, or nearly £100,000 a year.
Faintly, sounds filter through the window. Cars passing by and voices mingling with the sounds of the machines keeping Viggo alive.
It's winter. The air is fresh with the scent of snow and night vaults like diamond-spangled black velvet over Wellington, but slowly, sun rises again, scraping over the horizon and spilling her hot blood without a cry of pain.
He holds Viggo pale weak hand, watches him fading. Married to nature, he joins it into passing. But Sean won't let go.
Caressing Viggo's hollow cheek, he whispers: "Open up your pretty little grey eyes, darling. Look around the room and see: Sun is coming up behind the curtains and sitting next to you, it's me."
Sean smiles sadly. He knows, that it would kill himself, too, this love, a love like he never felt before.
Viggo's white wings rest limply and broken on the bed, lifeless and still bleeding. He'll never fly again.
Sean doesn't dare to leave Viggo's side longer than an hour, fears, that he'll awake or die without anybody noticing.
Henry had visited his father. Helplessly he stood next to Sean and cried, until his mother took his hand and lead him away.
They never returned, but Exene already made preparations for Viggo's funeral and planned, what she would do with his money.
Sean just wanted to kill her and push her face first into the hole they digged in the ground to deliver Viggo's body.
"Viggo", he whispers and kisses his forehead, "Please return to me."
His long hair smells like the hospital, but deep under this clean sharp stench his presence lingers.
Then the walls seem to be closing in and Sean paces restlessly in the sterile room. Unshed tears burn like acid under his eyelids as he repeats the one question of self-accuse again and again in his head: "Why did I leave him alone with Karl, why?"
Sean stares at his knuckles. They are still bruised and aching dully, reminding him of the revenge he took and it was not nearly enough.
The stunties had to drag Boromir from Eomer, before he killed him.
Peter threw him and Viggo out and replaced them, unknowing of what had happened and Sean found himself unable to find the words to explain, when he looked into Karl's bruised, but grinning face.
Now he's too tired, unable to do anything but watching over Viggo's moveless form.
The doctors said, there is no physical harm, it's his mental wounds from which he slowly and quietly bleeds to death.
Unwillingly he leaves the room to get a cup of coffee.
Looking out of the window, he smiles. Such a beautiful night. He just wants to take Viggo's hand and lead him away over the snow-clad fields, that look like covered in millions of pale tiny stars.
But the sun regains its strength again. Although her light very pale and cold, it swallows the stars slowly.
Viggo would take photographs and maybe ramble or staying mute, admiring the beauty of nature.
When Sean sees a falling star, he whispers his wish against the cool glass of the window and leans his forehead against it.
A loud shattering noise from Viggo's room startles Sean and the cup slips from his grasp, echoing the sound.
His heart beats loudly, when he races back and opens the door forcefully.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 11
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: R, for disturbing content
WARNING: angst, non-con, violence implied
SUMMARY: Sean just stares for a moment, then he runs to the unconscious man, kneeling down next to him, carefully cradling him in his arms. He brushes strands of dark hair from the now relaxed face.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry.
TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 11
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: R, for disturbing content
WARNING: angst, non-con, violence implied
SUMMARY: Sean just stares for a moment, then he runs to the unconscious man, kneeling down next to him, carefully cradling him in his arms. He brushes strands of dark hair from the now relaxed face.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Song's not mine.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. Still struggle with a passing writers blockade. Sorry.
# Deus deus Sabaoth - pleni sunt coeli et terra
Gloria tua - gloria tua #
Sean just stares for a moment, then he runs to the unconscious man, kneeling down next to him, carefully cradling him in his arms. He brushes strands of dark hair from the now relaxed face.
"Viggo", Sean whispers the name of his friend and beloved as he buries his face in the soft hair. His scent makes him almost dizzy. Bittersweet as white Magnolias and fresh as rain, now mingled with the metallic odour of blood. Sean winces as a thorn scrapes over his cheek. With trembling fingers he brushes the thorny crown from Viggo's head. With a soft sound it falls on the pavement, rolling through the gate to his garden with a sublime suggestion.
Gently he lifts him from the ground and carries him to their house, laying him onto the couch before nervously dialling the number of the hospital.
# Gloria tua - gloria tua #
Shadows creep over the linoleum he stares at. Cursing the lack of awareness to bring some cigs, he nervously fumbles on the chair he sits on. Sean doesn't dare to close his eyes. Images of Viggo, bloody and broken, seem to be scraped onto the insides of his lids and the blinding rays of the rising sun project them on his retina, when he wants to shield them out. The emptiness in Viggo's usually shining eyes, so full of life, love and mild, so pure and untouchable, mirroring the fire of his gentle but passionate soul, now so cold, cooling as if he would slip away like smoke through his fingers, scares him.
He remembers his smile, his soft laughter making his hypnotic eyes sparkle, remembers him joking and rugbytackling him.
But as quickly as Sean could blink the Viggo seemed so far away again, his beautiful eyes calmly staring to other dimensions that weren't meant for Sean's eyes, vanishing from his reach like fog fleeing from sun.
Waiting for the ambulance has been the worst time of his life.
A fallen angel lay on his couch, distant, untouchable, holy. His white wings broken and limp, transparent, but covered in blood and dirt. Sean utterly wanted to touch them, not just to touch something holy, he would tend them, pushing their fragile bones carefully back in place, cleaning the gaping tender flesh, gently stroking the soft feathers. He hesitantly walked over, his feet following unconsciously a small trail of blood on the carpet. When he reached out for them, the bell rang.
# Hosanna in exelsis
Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini
Sanctus dominus #
Translation :
Deus deus Sabaoth - pleni sunt coeli et terra
Gloria tua - gloria tua
"God, god Zebaoth - full are heaven and earth of
your glory, your glory."
Hosanna in exelsis
Benedictus qui venit in nomine domini
Sanctus dominus
"Hosanna in exelsis
The blessed one comes in the name of the Lord
Holy Lord"
And here's TITLE: LIKE A CHILD Part 12
SERIES: Like a child
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/VM
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: angst
SUMMARY: Faintly, sounds filter through the window. Cars passing by and voices mingling with the sounds of the machines keeping Viggo alive.
It's winter. The air is fresh with the scent of snow and night vaults like diamond-spangled black velvet over Wellington, but slowly, sun rises again, scraping over the horizon and spilling her hot blood without a cry of pain.
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Part of "Grey eyes" by Viggo Mortensen shamelessly stolen.
NOTES: Next part of endless misery. About my interpretation of Exene, here's an article I read. It made me very sad:
"MILLIONAIRE Lord of the Rings star Viggo Mortensen is being sued by his punk star ex-wife for more money for their teenage son's upkeep.
The 45-year-old actor has been hit with a lawsuit by Exene Cervenka demanding a big rise for Henry, 16, now Viggo is a wealthy film star. Exene, 48 - real name Christine - has produced a £14,000 shopping list of essentials for their son including computers, furniture, parties, visits to the movies, car insurance and holidays. But in the lawsuit Exene claims that Viggo "has enjoyed substantial success as an actor and his income has increased accordingly" to more than £153,000 a month."
Exene says she is now a teacher and librarian earning £2,850 a month.
If today's hearing gives her the same proportion of his pay packet it would net her more than £8,200 a month, or nearly £100,000 a year.
Faintly, sounds filter through the window. Cars passing by and voices mingling with the sounds of the machines keeping Viggo alive.
It's winter. The air is fresh with the scent of snow and night vaults like diamond-spangled black velvet over Wellington, but slowly, sun rises again, scraping over the horizon and spilling her hot blood without a cry of pain.
He holds Viggo pale weak hand, watches him fading. Married to nature, he joins it into passing. But Sean won't let go.
Caressing Viggo's hollow cheek, he whispers: "Open up your pretty little grey eyes, darling. Look around the room and see: Sun is coming up behind the curtains and sitting next to you, it's me."
Sean smiles sadly. He knows, that it would kill himself, too, this love, a love like he never felt before.
Viggo's white wings rest limply and broken on the bed, lifeless and still bleeding. He'll never fly again.
Sean doesn't dare to leave Viggo's side longer than an hour, fears, that he'll awake or die without anybody noticing.
Henry had visited his father. Helplessly he stood next to Sean and cried, until his mother took his hand and lead him away.
They never returned, but Exene already made preparations for Viggo's funeral and planned, what she would do with his money.
Sean just wanted to kill her and push her face first into the hole they digged in the ground to deliver Viggo's body.
"Viggo", he whispers and kisses his forehead, "Please return to me."
His long hair smells like the hospital, but deep under this clean sharp stench his presence lingers.
Then the walls seem to be closing in and Sean paces restlessly in the sterile room. Unshed tears burn like acid under his eyelids as he repeats the one question of self-accuse again and again in his head: "Why did I leave him alone with Karl, why?"
Sean stares at his knuckles. They are still bruised and aching dully, reminding him of the revenge he took and it was not nearly enough.
The stunties had to drag Boromir from Eomer, before he killed him.
Peter threw him and Viggo out and replaced them, unknowing of what had happened and Sean found himself unable to find the words to explain, when he looked into Karl's bruised, but grinning face.
Now he's too tired, unable to do anything but watching over Viggo's moveless form.
The doctors said, there is no physical harm, it's his mental wounds from which he slowly and quietly bleeds to death.
Unwillingly he leaves the room to get a cup of coffee.
Looking out of the window, he smiles. Such a beautiful night. He just wants to take Viggo's hand and lead him away over the snow-clad fields, that look like covered in millions of pale tiny stars.
But the sun regains its strength again. Although her light very pale and cold, it swallows the stars slowly.
Viggo would take photographs and maybe ramble or staying mute, admiring the beauty of nature.
When Sean sees a falling star, he whispers his wish against the cool glass of the window and leans his forehead against it.
A loud shattering noise from Viggo's room startles Sean and the cup slips from his grasp, echoing the sound.
His heart beats loudly, when he races back and opens the door forcefully.
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Date: 2004-06-19 01:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-19 02:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-19 02:57 pm (UTC)But I love this sooooo much, poor Viggo, poor Sean and poor Karl!
At the risk of pissing everyone off, if the thing in the paper is true, why shouldn't Viggo pay more for HIS son now that he's earning so much more?
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Date: 2004-06-19 03:16 pm (UTC)Bad, bad, Exene. One should not give up hope.
*kicks Karl while he is down*
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Date: 2004-06-19 11:11 pm (UTC)C x.