Happy birthday milochka!
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rugbytackleYour userinfo claims, that today's your birthday, so I rummaged through my fics to find a fitting birthday present. I hope, you like it.
It's angst, of course, but Christmas-theme..., erm fairytale...
TITLE: Matchbox
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/ VM
RATING: R (?)
WARNING: angst, character death
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Inspired by the fairy-tale "The girl with the matches".
SUMMARY: Once in a dark and cold Christmas night there was a young man. His name was Viggo and he was very poor and lonely and had to sell matches to make ends meet.
NOTES: It's a fairy-tale for the Christmas fic challenge...
Once in a dark and cold Christmas night there was a young man. His name was Viggo and he was very poor and lonely and had to sell matches to make ends meet.
But the snow-covered streets were empty and from the windows he could hear laughing and singing voices. Everywhere people were celebrating the birthday of Jesus Christ.
Just he was sitting, clad in dirty, frayed rags on the stairs to the church, almost freezing because of the grim cold.
The whole day he hadn't sold even one matchbox and his fingers were stiff and numb.
With trembling hands he took a match and lit it in his despair.
He warmed his hands and tried to forget his fears in what little light it ignited in the dark of his life.
Suddenly, magically an oven appeared. Bright flames flickered in its inside, but as he longingly reached out for its warmth, the match burned out and the vision disappeared.
The night seemed to even colder and darker than before.
Again he lit a match and a lain table suddenly stand before him. As he reached out for the food the match burned out again and everything faded away.
He lit a third match and something even more amazing happened: in front of him there was a Christmas tree, beautifully decorated and blinding bright. But then he burnt his fingers and the match burned out and with it, the Christmas tree disappeared in the dark.
Without knowing, what he did, he lit another match.
This time, he saw his beloved, who had died a winter ago.
"Please, stay with me!", he plead, lighting one match after the other in fear Sean would disappear like all the other visions. The beautiful blonde didn't fade away, but smiled at him.
Then he opened his arms and Viggo hugged him, crying: "Please, take me with you!"
A cold day dawned, a pale, week sun shone down on the church and the snow-covered stairs. There lay the lifeless body of the young man surrounded by burned out matches.
But the smile on his lips showed, that he was far, far away.
In a place, where no hunger, pain and cold are.
It's angst, of course, but Christmas-theme..., erm fairytale...
TITLE: Matchbox
AUTHOR: Sadness1986
PAIRING: SB/ VM
RATING: R (?)
WARNING: angst, character death
DISCLAIMER: It's fiction. Inspired by the fairy-tale "The girl with the matches".
SUMMARY: Once in a dark and cold Christmas night there was a young man. His name was Viggo and he was very poor and lonely and had to sell matches to make ends meet.
NOTES: It's a fairy-tale for the Christmas fic challenge...
Once in a dark and cold Christmas night there was a young man. His name was Viggo and he was very poor and lonely and had to sell matches to make ends meet.
But the snow-covered streets were empty and from the windows he could hear laughing and singing voices. Everywhere people were celebrating the birthday of Jesus Christ.
Just he was sitting, clad in dirty, frayed rags on the stairs to the church, almost freezing because of the grim cold.
The whole day he hadn't sold even one matchbox and his fingers were stiff and numb.
With trembling hands he took a match and lit it in his despair.
He warmed his hands and tried to forget his fears in what little light it ignited in the dark of his life.
Suddenly, magically an oven appeared. Bright flames flickered in its inside, but as he longingly reached out for its warmth, the match burned out and the vision disappeared.
The night seemed to even colder and darker than before.
Again he lit a match and a lain table suddenly stand before him. As he reached out for the food the match burned out again and everything faded away.
He lit a third match and something even more amazing happened: in front of him there was a Christmas tree, beautifully decorated and blinding bright. But then he burnt his fingers and the match burned out and with it, the Christmas tree disappeared in the dark.
Without knowing, what he did, he lit another match.
This time, he saw his beloved, who had died a winter ago.
"Please, stay with me!", he plead, lighting one match after the other in fear Sean would disappear like all the other visions. The beautiful blonde didn't fade away, but smiled at him.
Then he opened his arms and Viggo hugged him, crying: "Please, take me with you!"
A cold day dawned, a pale, week sun shone down on the church and the snow-covered stairs. There lay the lifeless body of the young man surrounded by burned out matches.
But the smile on his lips showed, that he was far, far away.
In a place, where no hunger, pain and cold are.
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OMG...
Date: 2004-10-28 04:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-29 02:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-29 02:34 pm (UTC)*hugs you*
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Date: 2004-10-30 03:39 am (UTC)Danke sehr -- thank you very much for this lovely birthday ficlet! That was so sweet of you. *hugs*
*smiles*
Date: 2004-11-01 02:17 pm (UTC)