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rugbytackleI promised...
TITLE: NO TOMORROW PART 1
SERIES: NO TOMORROW
PAIRING: VM/ SB
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: AU
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
SUMMARY: He's so different to all the others. So quiet, almost insignificant among the students. His eyes gaze at something far away, something just he can see,
something, he doesn't share, doesn't show, something, that is invisible for ordinary eyes.
NOTES: Inspired by a quote by Viggo: "I didn't have friends, when I was little. I learned to rely on myself." And somewhere I read, that he said about himself, he was "this
weird kid with a camera".
INTRODUCTION: The setting is a school in England. Viggo is the "New One" from Denmark. He and Sean are 17 years old. I have no clue about schools in England, so I
took my experiences of my school as a basis.
He's so different to all the others. So quiet, almost insignificant among the students. His eyes gaze at something far away, something just he can see, something, he doesn't
share, doesn't show, something, that is invisible for ordinary eyes.
But maybe, you hope, you can see it as reflection in his orbs.
He looks so sad, lonely, barely speaks and when he does, his voice is so small, fragile and soft, that silence spreads through the room, as if noise could hurt it.
But he lowers his gaze, looking up through the strands of his thick blonde hair from time to time, startling blue eyes with a hint of green, gazing unbelievingly, when he sees,
that you are still spellbound by the intensity of his speech, the way he arranges words to tangents, you'd never thought of before.
You could watch the sun rising in his eyes and would never recognise nightfall, if he just keeps on talking.
It's like taking his elegant hand and let him lead you, a fingertip on your lips to seal your clumsiness behind a wall of teeth.
And suddenly you are eager to go to school, maybe a bit overeager.
Leaving your house 15 minutes earlier, claiming, you would meet some friends before school for a project.
On tiptoes, heart beating like a drum, you walk down those streets and hide in the park, waiting until he passes by with his pure, bright aura, always restless under the calm
surface, untamed and passionate. You crave to see his wild side.
Would he let go of his self-control under your experienced hands?
Would he open like a delicate bloom, shy, innocent, untouched?
He's so beautiful. Those prominent cheekbones, those autumn-sky eyes, luscious lips and that cute dimpled chin, you just want to lick.
And you wonder, what he would taste like.
If he would taste like he smells, bittersweet and fresh like white magnolias covered in dew... But his eyes look like rain...
The sun rises for you, when he walks down the street, barefoot, bathed in sunlight, with his cam in one hand, shoes dangling from their laces in his other hand.
Your breath catches, when he walks past the bush, you chose to hide in like every morning, since you've seen him for the first time.
But this time you are not careful enough, stepping on a twig, causing him to whirl around, frowning at the thick foliage you step out of. The frown is replaced with
bewilderment, when he recognises your face.
So adorable with wind-ruffled hair, eyes wide, lips parted, he stares at you. "Sorry", you rasp out, your throat sore from too many cigarettes, "I never meant to stalk you, okay
I did, but..." and you for the first time you can see your own reflection in his beautiful eyes, you can see your bravery, mildness in your own features and you know, that this is
not a crush, it's love, bloody love for the first time and it fucking hurts.
TITLE: NO TOMORROW PART 1
SERIES: NO TOMORROW
PAIRING: VM/ SB
RATING: PG-13
WARNING: AU
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction.
SUMMARY: He's so different to all the others. So quiet, almost insignificant among the students. His eyes gaze at something far away, something just he can see,
something, he doesn't share, doesn't show, something, that is invisible for ordinary eyes.
NOTES: Inspired by a quote by Viggo: "I didn't have friends, when I was little. I learned to rely on myself." And somewhere I read, that he said about himself, he was "this
weird kid with a camera".
INTRODUCTION: The setting is a school in England. Viggo is the "New One" from Denmark. He and Sean are 17 years old. I have no clue about schools in England, so I
took my experiences of my school as a basis.
He's so different to all the others. So quiet, almost insignificant among the students. His eyes gaze at something far away, something just he can see, something, he doesn't
share, doesn't show, something, that is invisible for ordinary eyes.
But maybe, you hope, you can see it as reflection in his orbs.
He looks so sad, lonely, barely speaks and when he does, his voice is so small, fragile and soft, that silence spreads through the room, as if noise could hurt it.
But he lowers his gaze, looking up through the strands of his thick blonde hair from time to time, startling blue eyes with a hint of green, gazing unbelievingly, when he sees,
that you are still spellbound by the intensity of his speech, the way he arranges words to tangents, you'd never thought of before.
You could watch the sun rising in his eyes and would never recognise nightfall, if he just keeps on talking.
It's like taking his elegant hand and let him lead you, a fingertip on your lips to seal your clumsiness behind a wall of teeth.
And suddenly you are eager to go to school, maybe a bit overeager.
Leaving your house 15 minutes earlier, claiming, you would meet some friends before school for a project.
On tiptoes, heart beating like a drum, you walk down those streets and hide in the park, waiting until he passes by with his pure, bright aura, always restless under the calm
surface, untamed and passionate. You crave to see his wild side.
Would he let go of his self-control under your experienced hands?
Would he open like a delicate bloom, shy, innocent, untouched?
He's so beautiful. Those prominent cheekbones, those autumn-sky eyes, luscious lips and that cute dimpled chin, you just want to lick.
And you wonder, what he would taste like.
If he would taste like he smells, bittersweet and fresh like white magnolias covered in dew... But his eyes look like rain...
The sun rises for you, when he walks down the street, barefoot, bathed in sunlight, with his cam in one hand, shoes dangling from their laces in his other hand.
Your breath catches, when he walks past the bush, you chose to hide in like every morning, since you've seen him for the first time.
But this time you are not careful enough, stepping on a twig, causing him to whirl around, frowning at the thick foliage you step out of. The frown is replaced with
bewilderment, when he recognises your face.
So adorable with wind-ruffled hair, eyes wide, lips parted, he stares at you. "Sorry", you rasp out, your throat sore from too many cigarettes, "I never meant to stalk you, okay
I did, but..." and you for the first time you can see your own reflection in his beautiful eyes, you can see your bravery, mildness in your own features and you know, that this is
not a crush, it's love, bloody love for the first time and it fucking hurts.
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