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rugbytackleI got some problems with my Boro-muse... *frowns at stubborn bugger*
Title: Hope and Despair Part 2
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, AU
Summary: There's no hope in despair.
Notes: You insisted, so I'm writing a series, I didn't plan at all. And I'll take revenge, you know me well. I just say cliff-hangers, angst and angst...
Boromir fights his tears bravely and closes his eyes, but Aragorn is imprinted in his whole being and his image doesn't leave his mind.
So beautiful, fragile and solid under his touch, gentle and gruff, dark and shining like a star, everything at once and torn to nothing at all by his self-doubt.
His long hair silky in the soft light of Lorien, the forehead he kissed still uncrowned...
"My king", he thought and again he could hear it, the voice of the ring drowning the soft little sounds he made, filling his mind with its soft, persistent lure:
#Your king. Imagine silver trumpets waking you, you stretch lazily, carefully, because he rests in your arms, in your bed, his head resting on your chest, his open palm listening to your steady heartbeat. The Lords of Gondor have returned.
And you are finally king, too, but you don't mind at all, because you are loved by him.
Imagine him stirring in your embrace, his pale blue eyes slowly fixing on your face and he smiles at you and leans down to kiss you.
He can make you forget all those year in pain and darkness, can heal your broken vitreous heart, that was just a lump of pain in your chest, built from thousand shards and melted together to something dull and hard by your rage.
Finally you know, what love feels like without pain...#
His climax blinds the voice in Boromir's head away and he sinks down on Aragorn's unmoving, prone form.
He smiled bitterly into the soft strands of auburn hair, their scent making him dizzy. Herbs, tobacco and wood-fire smoke and heavy and bitter-sweet Aragorn's personal odour.
The solidity of the body under his, bones and muscular, hot flesh brings him back to reality:
His king's love isn't for him, will never be.
As he reaches for Aragorn's bruised hand, his king gives him a rough shove and untangles himself from him, rises and dresses hastily. Without looking at Boromir at all, he vanishes in the shadows, leaving the son of the Steward longing for him, loving and hating him.
Boromir curls up and cries for the first time since his mother died. He bites down on his own hand to stop himself from calling out for her, for her tenderness and console, for her love.
Tbc
Title: Hope and Despair Part 2
Author: Sadness1986
Pairing: Aragorn/Boromir
Rating: NC-17
Warning: angst, AU
Summary: There's no hope in despair.
Notes: You insisted, so I'm writing a series, I didn't plan at all. And I'll take revenge, you know me well. I just say cliff-hangers, angst and angst...
Boromir fights his tears bravely and closes his eyes, but Aragorn is imprinted in his whole being and his image doesn't leave his mind.
So beautiful, fragile and solid under his touch, gentle and gruff, dark and shining like a star, everything at once and torn to nothing at all by his self-doubt.
His long hair silky in the soft light of Lorien, the forehead he kissed still uncrowned...
"My king", he thought and again he could hear it, the voice of the ring drowning the soft little sounds he made, filling his mind with its soft, persistent lure:
#Your king. Imagine silver trumpets waking you, you stretch lazily, carefully, because he rests in your arms, in your bed, his head resting on your chest, his open palm listening to your steady heartbeat. The Lords of Gondor have returned.
And you are finally king, too, but you don't mind at all, because you are loved by him.
Imagine him stirring in your embrace, his pale blue eyes slowly fixing on your face and he smiles at you and leans down to kiss you.
He can make you forget all those year in pain and darkness, can heal your broken vitreous heart, that was just a lump of pain in your chest, built from thousand shards and melted together to something dull and hard by your rage.
Finally you know, what love feels like without pain...#
His climax blinds the voice in Boromir's head away and he sinks down on Aragorn's unmoving, prone form.
He smiled bitterly into the soft strands of auburn hair, their scent making him dizzy. Herbs, tobacco and wood-fire smoke and heavy and bitter-sweet Aragorn's personal odour.
The solidity of the body under his, bones and muscular, hot flesh brings him back to reality:
His king's love isn't for him, will never be.
As he reaches for Aragorn's bruised hand, his king gives him a rough shove and untangles himself from him, rises and dresses hastily. Without looking at Boromir at all, he vanishes in the shadows, leaving the son of the Steward longing for him, loving and hating him.
Boromir curls up and cries for the first time since his mother died. He bites down on his own hand to stop himself from calling out for her, for her tenderness and console, for her love.
Tbc
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Date: 2004-08-07 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-07 11:25 am (UTC)Soon, he'll be even more foolish...
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Date: 2004-08-07 06:07 pm (UTC)Where can I find the first part of this? It's great, I love it! :-)
Here's to hoping you update soon! LOL.
-Trin
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Date: 2004-08-09 11:31 am (UTC)First part posted on August 4th here.
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