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rugbytackleTitle: The Sharing of Dreams 9/11
Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R ish for situation and language (just playing it safe)
Summary: Letting go of the Dream... and finding something else.
Content/warnings: Starts out angsty but then... it's not...
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Author's note: I don't know what happened but some how my chapter 8 post got deleted from rugbytackle -- something I did I'm sure (fat fingers today). So all the wonderful comments from that chapter are gone and I can't reply to them. thanks ot all of you that commented. Cheers.
Chapter 9 – Letting Go
It seemed that in an instant the realm of middle earth had been turned upside down leaving concern and confusion in its wake. Sean had left the hospital and hadn’t come back to be at Viggo’s side and Viggo never asked for him. Neither man was talking. Sean wouldn’t tell Orlando what had happened, though from tremble in his voice when requested an update on Viggo’s recovery, it was obvious things had gone badly for Sean; for both of them. Orli was left to update Sean on Vig’s progress and gently tell him that Vig hadn’t asked for him. Watching Sean after hearing he wasn’t wanted was heartbreaking. Viggo was eerily silent, smiling an empty smile whenever anyone spoke to him, but really he wasn’t there. He was as gentle and thoughtful as he’d always been, yet something was just not right. Vacant was what came to mind, when ever Orlando saw him. Orlando was at a loss as to how he could help or even if he could help.
Orlando had come to care deeply for both men, to see them hurting so profoundly shook everything Orli thought he knew about love too it’s foundation. This was not the way it was supposed to be. Two people, who obviously cared for each other immensely, couldn’t find a way to share their love for each other. Instead they had let perceptions of societal intolerance dictate their future. Life could be cruel; Orlando knew that, even so, he’d always believed that love could conquer all -- no matter how cliché it sounded. If his faith in love was being tested by the pain that his two friends were going through, he could only imagine the anguish they were feeling. Nothing Orlando could have imagined even came close to what happened next.
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When Viggo returned to the set, it was almost as if someone had flicked on a 'Viggo' switch – to the casual observer Viggo was fine, more than fine. He flirted with everything that walked, harmlessly with the Elf and hobbits and outrageously with every woman on set. Now Orli was really worried. So worried he even contemplated calling Exene to see if she knew anything.
After Viggo returned to the set, Sean became a different animal all together. When Orli tried to talk to Sean and barely made it out of the trailer without being hit by a bottle of hand lotion and a shoe that Sean hurled. Rage came off Sean in waves, the crew avoided him like the plague whenever possible, the hobbits stopped their general good natured ribbing when they were anywhere within earshot, even PJ tried to focus Sean’s anger into practicing his Orc fighting sequences. Nothing helped, Sean was a mess.
Sean had gone from utter despair and disbelieve, to indignant rage. How dare Viggo put an ultimatum on their friendship? Sean had opened his heart to Vig, let himself be completely vulnerable and Viggo had used that opportunity to crucify him. I don’t need this shit, Sean thought. He felt like he did as a young tough in Sheffield, mad at the world, always one heartbeat away from punching something. Seeing Viggo acting like a sex starved teenager didn’t help matters. Sean knew that it was only a question of time before the whole situation got out of control. The paper thin line between love and hate was beginning to tear.
Everyone was beginning to carry the burden of the discontent between the two former friends. Working relationships were starting to fray and it was obvious something had to give.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Fuck the scene wasn’t going well at all. Sean knew it; PJ knew it; Christ anyone within a hundred meters knew it. PJ called for a break and told Sean to go cool off.
He had wandered off to clear his head, when he saw them behind the makeup trailer. Viggo and Tara, the PA Sean had snogged off and on the first months he was there, the months before Viggo arrived -- funny how he never thought of it that way before. There they were, closer than an actor and PA should be; heads together, arms around each other like they were the only ones in the world. Jealousy ripped through him like a wild fire. The blind rage that consumed him also prevented him from understanding who and what he was jealous of. He wasn’t jealous of Viggo but of Tara. The way Viggo touched her, those touches should have been for him. The feeling should have stopped him dead in his tracks but his brain wasn’t registering the feelings. Before he could think of what he was doing he was pulling the two of them apart and demanding that they explain themselves. Tara just ran when she saw the manic gleam in Sean’s eyes. Viggo stood there not moving, almost as if to taunt him, his blue eyes burning with resentment.
“So is this what it comes down to Sean, you don’t want me but you don’t want anyone else to want me either. You tell me it’s wrong to want you and now you’re telling me I can’t want anyone else either. Anything else you want to tell me?” Some small part of Viggo still clung to the hope that he could get Sean to acknowledge his true feelings.
Sean’s fury was palpable. The rage that he held in from the last week was about to boil over. First the rejection, then the ultimatum, and now the jealousy – it was too much. Before he could check the movement his fist crashed into the trailer a mere foot from Viggo’s head. Viggo flinched; his heart froze and then cracked into thousand shards of ice. Sean turned and fled, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
He finished the days’ shooting, knowing that the shots would be unusable. Back in his trailer he sat in the dark for a long time before hopping in the shower to wash away the day’s dirt, knowing he would never truly feel clean again after what he had done.
How had it gone so wrong? The violence had scared him beyond words, the look in Viggo’s eyes was now burned into his memory in contrast to the memories of contentment and joy that being with Viggo had once brought. Unlike the sobs that had wracked Sean when Viggo comforted him through his divorces, the tears that fell now were silent and steeped in a sorrow that Sean had never before felt. Sean knew he had hurt Viggo, and it was too much to bear, ending this now was the only way; he couldn’t risk ever hurting Viggo physically. It was bad enough that he had hurt him emotionally, but this, this violence was unconscionable. Feeling empty and numb, Sean made his way home and gathered everything of Viggo’s that he could find. The clothes he left to be washed the day they had the food fight in the garden. The stack of photos Vig took the day they went for a drive and found themselves in an abandoned church at sunset. Notebooks filled with random thoughts and sketches. The books he left around half read for the days when Sean was watching the Blades on the telly. Memories, pieces of a life they shared; painful reminders that they didn’t share anything anymore. Sean put everything in a box knowing he was saying goodbye to the most beautiful, amazing, generous person he had ever known – had ever loved -- and the loss cut him deep enough to bleed his soul.
Sean drove the familiar streets to Viggo’s house, immersing himself in the pain, knowing he was the cause; knowing he deserved everything he felt; knowing that pain this bad could only come from a love so great and if he was never to feel anything again, he would feel this grief as long as he could. By the time he got to Vig’s the sun had set, the New Zealand night was black with a glowing moon and a shower of stars, stars Viggo would have told him about; pointing out the differences between the sky at home and the sky in this place of make-believe. A place once filled with hope, and now those hopes that once burned bright as the night’s stars were fading into blackness. Vig’s car was in the drive but all the lights were off. Sean sat in his car a moment knowing this was the end. Funny how it felt like Tolkien’s ‘end of all things’, though he knew there would be no eagles to come to their rescue.
Standing on the darkened porch with the box balanced on his hip, he hesitated. Grief washed over Sean again causing him to rest his head on the door gulping air like a drowning man. He calmed himself once more and knocked, softly calling out Viggo’s name. When there was no answer he tried the knob and the door swung open.
“Vig?” he whispered.
It was eerily quiet. He felt uneasy, suddenly needing to see for himself that Viggo was alright. He climbed the stairs to the studio figuring Viggo might want to be there surrounded by the comfort of his art. The moonlight flooded the room giving it a surreal quality. Then Sean saw it. Paintbrushes scattered everywhere, dirty brush water had dripped down one wall, a canvass with a hole punched through it. From the window a ripple of light flickered, fire somewhere outside. He strode to the window and looked down into the yard.
A campfire struggled to catch and then flared and burned strong and bright. Crouched on the ground staring into the flames was Viggo. Papers grasped in his hand like he was holding onto a lifeline. It wasn’t until Viggo held the first page over the fire watching a corner curl from the heat before catching fire that Sean realized what he was doing. He remembered how Viggo had shared with him his ritual for letting go of a relationship and what an arse he had been. The realization of what Vig was burning made him turn and take the stairs back down two at a time.
When Sean reached the french doors into the yard he slowed not wanting to startle the fragile figure in front of him, desperately trying to sort out what to say. As he stood there halfway inside, half out, Viggo held up the second page and watched it curl into the heat of the fire. Suddenly sure of himself, Sean quietly crossed the hundred or so meters to where Viggo was crouched. By the time he stood a foot behind him he could hear Viggo mumbling as he read the written words on the third page before reaching out to offer it to the flames licking upward in the night sky, and releasing his dream of their life together to the universe. Sean bent close and wrapped one arm around the man he loved and gently grasped his wrist and took the last page from him, blowing out the embers flickering to catch hold of the papers edge before slipping it into his pocket. With his mouth next to Viggo’s ear, in a voice full of love he said “I don’t think we’re quite ready to let this one go yet, love.”
He encircled Viggo in his arms and whispered over and over, “I’m so sorry”. Viggo started to sob and shiver in his arms before looking up at Sean with his tear stained face looking for an answer to the question that was left unsaid.
Sean understood and without hesitation finally released the words that had been denied in his heart for so long. “I love you, Viggo. Not as a friend -- but as a man; as the other part of my soul; as a lover.” Sean’s voice was so genuine and full of love Viggo trembled as he continued. “I’m here for as long as you’ll have me. God knows I’m not good at relationships, and this scares the hell out of me, but I know that being with you is the only place that feels right. Everything else, all the things that scare me, telling my girls, telling Henry, my mum, our careers…. Everything, we can do that, figure that out together. I was too scared you’d think I was a coward, that I was ashamed, I handled it badly, Vig. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, and I don’t want to lose you because I’m such a fool”
“I’m a fool too Sean, I knew you were scared and I pushed you too hard, wanted more than you were able to give.” They both smiled somewhat embarrassed and buried their faces into each other.
“Look at us. What a bunch of girls. I’m a gay man for less than 5 minutes and I’ve turned into a bloody woman.” Viggo grinned knowing Sean was using humour to cover his embarrassment.
“You make an ugly woman, Bean” Viggo snuffled. “So what happens now?”
“Now?" Sean frowned momentarily “Now we go inside and... I don’t know... I want... God, I don’t even know what I want much past, holding you, preferably on a bed somewhere.” Viggo smiled at Sean’s nervousness and reach up to cup his cheek in reassurance. Sean leaned into the touch, nuzzling his hand and turning to kiss the palm giving him comfort. Encouraged, Viggo brushed his thumb over Sean’s lower lip. Sean closed his eyes, sinking into the tenderness offered. “Vig, I don’t even know… I don’t know what to do. I haven't felt like this... so nervous, since... God, I don't remember when." he gulped.
“It’s not that different, Sean.” Viggo leaned in and brushed Sean’s lips with his own, barely touching them before continuing. “It’s making love. We do what feels good, what feels right. We explore, we taste and we lose ourselves to the passion of touching each other.” He pressed his forehead to Sean’s letting their breath mingle and caress each others lips. “It’s goes where ever we take it Sean, today, tomorrow, and if we’re lucky, forever.”
Sean’s heart thundered in his chest. Making love. Had he ever really made love? He thought he had, but this, this was different. This was the joining of two souls -- two passionate, dynamic and very sexual souls. And with that Sean knew this would be amazing. He reached up with both hands and drew Viggo to him, momentarily surprised by the brush of facial hair as their lips met in their first real kiss. Sean ran his tongue across the seam of Viggo’s lips demanding entrance, insistent in his pursuit. Not that Viggo put up much of a fight beyond being startled at the voraciousness of the kiss. With a moan Viggo open to the demanding touch of Sean’s tongue, losing himself immediately to the vortex of pleasure it created. Both men groaned and sighed as their tongues chased each other in a dance of dominance.
Sean broke away first panting, with a loss of breath, eyes dark and brimming with passion “Let’s take this into the house, now” he demanded pulling Viggo to his feet.
“I love it when you’re bossy, Bean”
“Then douse the damn fire and move that arse of yours to the house or I’ll move it for you” he growled as he leaned in and gave Viggo another taste of what was to come.
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Author: Rocketbalm
Pairing: SB/VM
Rating: R ish for situation and language (just playing it safe)
Summary: Letting go of the Dream... and finding something else.
Content/warnings: Starts out angsty but then... it's not...
Disclaimer: A work of my modestly twisted mind -- complete fiction. Never happened. Don’t know these people, sadly all in my imagination.
Author's note: I don't know what happened but some how my chapter 8 post got deleted from rugbytackle -- something I did I'm sure (fat fingers today). So all the wonderful comments from that chapter are gone and I can't reply to them. thanks ot all of you that commented. Cheers.
Chapter 9 – Letting Go
It seemed that in an instant the realm of middle earth had been turned upside down leaving concern and confusion in its wake. Sean had left the hospital and hadn’t come back to be at Viggo’s side and Viggo never asked for him. Neither man was talking. Sean wouldn’t tell Orlando what had happened, though from tremble in his voice when requested an update on Viggo’s recovery, it was obvious things had gone badly for Sean; for both of them. Orli was left to update Sean on Vig’s progress and gently tell him that Vig hadn’t asked for him. Watching Sean after hearing he wasn’t wanted was heartbreaking. Viggo was eerily silent, smiling an empty smile whenever anyone spoke to him, but really he wasn’t there. He was as gentle and thoughtful as he’d always been, yet something was just not right. Vacant was what came to mind, when ever Orlando saw him. Orlando was at a loss as to how he could help or even if he could help.
Orlando had come to care deeply for both men, to see them hurting so profoundly shook everything Orli thought he knew about love too it’s foundation. This was not the way it was supposed to be. Two people, who obviously cared for each other immensely, couldn’t find a way to share their love for each other. Instead they had let perceptions of societal intolerance dictate their future. Life could be cruel; Orlando knew that, even so, he’d always believed that love could conquer all -- no matter how cliché it sounded. If his faith in love was being tested by the pain that his two friends were going through, he could only imagine the anguish they were feeling. Nothing Orlando could have imagined even came close to what happened next.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
When Viggo returned to the set, it was almost as if someone had flicked on a 'Viggo' switch – to the casual observer Viggo was fine, more than fine. He flirted with everything that walked, harmlessly with the Elf and hobbits and outrageously with every woman on set. Now Orli was really worried. So worried he even contemplated calling Exene to see if she knew anything.
After Viggo returned to the set, Sean became a different animal all together. When Orli tried to talk to Sean and barely made it out of the trailer without being hit by a bottle of hand lotion and a shoe that Sean hurled. Rage came off Sean in waves, the crew avoided him like the plague whenever possible, the hobbits stopped their general good natured ribbing when they were anywhere within earshot, even PJ tried to focus Sean’s anger into practicing his Orc fighting sequences. Nothing helped, Sean was a mess.
Sean had gone from utter despair and disbelieve, to indignant rage. How dare Viggo put an ultimatum on their friendship? Sean had opened his heart to Vig, let himself be completely vulnerable and Viggo had used that opportunity to crucify him. I don’t need this shit, Sean thought. He felt like he did as a young tough in Sheffield, mad at the world, always one heartbeat away from punching something. Seeing Viggo acting like a sex starved teenager didn’t help matters. Sean knew that it was only a question of time before the whole situation got out of control. The paper thin line between love and hate was beginning to tear.
Everyone was beginning to carry the burden of the discontent between the two former friends. Working relationships were starting to fray and it was obvious something had to give.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Fuck the scene wasn’t going well at all. Sean knew it; PJ knew it; Christ anyone within a hundred meters knew it. PJ called for a break and told Sean to go cool off.
He had wandered off to clear his head, when he saw them behind the makeup trailer. Viggo and Tara, the PA Sean had snogged off and on the first months he was there, the months before Viggo arrived -- funny how he never thought of it that way before. There they were, closer than an actor and PA should be; heads together, arms around each other like they were the only ones in the world. Jealousy ripped through him like a wild fire. The blind rage that consumed him also prevented him from understanding who and what he was jealous of. He wasn’t jealous of Viggo but of Tara. The way Viggo touched her, those touches should have been for him. The feeling should have stopped him dead in his tracks but his brain wasn’t registering the feelings. Before he could think of what he was doing he was pulling the two of them apart and demanding that they explain themselves. Tara just ran when she saw the manic gleam in Sean’s eyes. Viggo stood there not moving, almost as if to taunt him, his blue eyes burning with resentment.
“So is this what it comes down to Sean, you don’t want me but you don’t want anyone else to want me either. You tell me it’s wrong to want you and now you’re telling me I can’t want anyone else either. Anything else you want to tell me?” Some small part of Viggo still clung to the hope that he could get Sean to acknowledge his true feelings.
Sean’s fury was palpable. The rage that he held in from the last week was about to boil over. First the rejection, then the ultimatum, and now the jealousy – it was too much. Before he could check the movement his fist crashed into the trailer a mere foot from Viggo’s head. Viggo flinched; his heart froze and then cracked into thousand shards of ice. Sean turned and fled, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
He finished the days’ shooting, knowing that the shots would be unusable. Back in his trailer he sat in the dark for a long time before hopping in the shower to wash away the day’s dirt, knowing he would never truly feel clean again after what he had done.
How had it gone so wrong? The violence had scared him beyond words, the look in Viggo’s eyes was now burned into his memory in contrast to the memories of contentment and joy that being with Viggo had once brought. Unlike the sobs that had wracked Sean when Viggo comforted him through his divorces, the tears that fell now were silent and steeped in a sorrow that Sean had never before felt. Sean knew he had hurt Viggo, and it was too much to bear, ending this now was the only way; he couldn’t risk ever hurting Viggo physically. It was bad enough that he had hurt him emotionally, but this, this violence was unconscionable. Feeling empty and numb, Sean made his way home and gathered everything of Viggo’s that he could find. The clothes he left to be washed the day they had the food fight in the garden. The stack of photos Vig took the day they went for a drive and found themselves in an abandoned church at sunset. Notebooks filled with random thoughts and sketches. The books he left around half read for the days when Sean was watching the Blades on the telly. Memories, pieces of a life they shared; painful reminders that they didn’t share anything anymore. Sean put everything in a box knowing he was saying goodbye to the most beautiful, amazing, generous person he had ever known – had ever loved -- and the loss cut him deep enough to bleed his soul.
Sean drove the familiar streets to Viggo’s house, immersing himself in the pain, knowing he was the cause; knowing he deserved everything he felt; knowing that pain this bad could only come from a love so great and if he was never to feel anything again, he would feel this grief as long as he could. By the time he got to Vig’s the sun had set, the New Zealand night was black with a glowing moon and a shower of stars, stars Viggo would have told him about; pointing out the differences between the sky at home and the sky in this place of make-believe. A place once filled with hope, and now those hopes that once burned bright as the night’s stars were fading into blackness. Vig’s car was in the drive but all the lights were off. Sean sat in his car a moment knowing this was the end. Funny how it felt like Tolkien’s ‘end of all things’, though he knew there would be no eagles to come to their rescue.
Standing on the darkened porch with the box balanced on his hip, he hesitated. Grief washed over Sean again causing him to rest his head on the door gulping air like a drowning man. He calmed himself once more and knocked, softly calling out Viggo’s name. When there was no answer he tried the knob and the door swung open.
“Vig?” he whispered.
It was eerily quiet. He felt uneasy, suddenly needing to see for himself that Viggo was alright. He climbed the stairs to the studio figuring Viggo might want to be there surrounded by the comfort of his art. The moonlight flooded the room giving it a surreal quality. Then Sean saw it. Paintbrushes scattered everywhere, dirty brush water had dripped down one wall, a canvass with a hole punched through it. From the window a ripple of light flickered, fire somewhere outside. He strode to the window and looked down into the yard.
A campfire struggled to catch and then flared and burned strong and bright. Crouched on the ground staring into the flames was Viggo. Papers grasped in his hand like he was holding onto a lifeline. It wasn’t until Viggo held the first page over the fire watching a corner curl from the heat before catching fire that Sean realized what he was doing. He remembered how Viggo had shared with him his ritual for letting go of a relationship and what an arse he had been. The realization of what Vig was burning made him turn and take the stairs back down two at a time.
When Sean reached the french doors into the yard he slowed not wanting to startle the fragile figure in front of him, desperately trying to sort out what to say. As he stood there halfway inside, half out, Viggo held up the second page and watched it curl into the heat of the fire. Suddenly sure of himself, Sean quietly crossed the hundred or so meters to where Viggo was crouched. By the time he stood a foot behind him he could hear Viggo mumbling as he read the written words on the third page before reaching out to offer it to the flames licking upward in the night sky, and releasing his dream of their life together to the universe. Sean bent close and wrapped one arm around the man he loved and gently grasped his wrist and took the last page from him, blowing out the embers flickering to catch hold of the papers edge before slipping it into his pocket. With his mouth next to Viggo’s ear, in a voice full of love he said “I don’t think we’re quite ready to let this one go yet, love.”
He encircled Viggo in his arms and whispered over and over, “I’m so sorry”. Viggo started to sob and shiver in his arms before looking up at Sean with his tear stained face looking for an answer to the question that was left unsaid.
Sean understood and without hesitation finally released the words that had been denied in his heart for so long. “I love you, Viggo. Not as a friend -- but as a man; as the other part of my soul; as a lover.” Sean’s voice was so genuine and full of love Viggo trembled as he continued. “I’m here for as long as you’ll have me. God knows I’m not good at relationships, and this scares the hell out of me, but I know that being with you is the only place that feels right. Everything else, all the things that scare me, telling my girls, telling Henry, my mum, our careers…. Everything, we can do that, figure that out together. I was too scared you’d think I was a coward, that I was ashamed, I handled it badly, Vig. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, and I don’t want to lose you because I’m such a fool”
“I’m a fool too Sean, I knew you were scared and I pushed you too hard, wanted more than you were able to give.” They both smiled somewhat embarrassed and buried their faces into each other.
“Look at us. What a bunch of girls. I’m a gay man for less than 5 minutes and I’ve turned into a bloody woman.” Viggo grinned knowing Sean was using humour to cover his embarrassment.
“You make an ugly woman, Bean” Viggo snuffled. “So what happens now?”
“Now?" Sean frowned momentarily “Now we go inside and... I don’t know... I want... God, I don’t even know what I want much past, holding you, preferably on a bed somewhere.” Viggo smiled at Sean’s nervousness and reach up to cup his cheek in reassurance. Sean leaned into the touch, nuzzling his hand and turning to kiss the palm giving him comfort. Encouraged, Viggo brushed his thumb over Sean’s lower lip. Sean closed his eyes, sinking into the tenderness offered. “Vig, I don’t even know… I don’t know what to do. I haven't felt like this... so nervous, since... God, I don't remember when." he gulped.
“It’s not that different, Sean.” Viggo leaned in and brushed Sean’s lips with his own, barely touching them before continuing. “It’s making love. We do what feels good, what feels right. We explore, we taste and we lose ourselves to the passion of touching each other.” He pressed his forehead to Sean’s letting their breath mingle and caress each others lips. “It’s goes where ever we take it Sean, today, tomorrow, and if we’re lucky, forever.”
Sean’s heart thundered in his chest. Making love. Had he ever really made love? He thought he had, but this, this was different. This was the joining of two souls -- two passionate, dynamic and very sexual souls. And with that Sean knew this would be amazing. He reached up with both hands and drew Viggo to him, momentarily surprised by the brush of facial hair as their lips met in their first real kiss. Sean ran his tongue across the seam of Viggo’s lips demanding entrance, insistent in his pursuit. Not that Viggo put up much of a fight beyond being startled at the voraciousness of the kiss. With a moan Viggo open to the demanding touch of Sean’s tongue, losing himself immediately to the vortex of pleasure it created. Both men groaned and sighed as their tongues chased each other in a dance of dominance.
Sean broke away first panting, with a loss of breath, eyes dark and brimming with passion “Let’s take this into the house, now” he demanded pulling Viggo to his feet.
“I love it when you’re bossy, Bean”
“Then douse the damn fire and move that arse of yours to the house or I’ll move it for you” he growled as he leaned in and gave Viggo another taste of what was to come.
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Date: 2005-09-16 07:20 pm (UTC)This is such an incredible story. I adore it!
Thanks for writing and sharing!
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Date: 2005-09-16 07:23 pm (UTC)*hugs* rb
Great stuff!
Date: 2005-09-16 09:00 pm (UTC)There will be more, I hope? This one ends just when... ooooh. Please don't let it end here!
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Re: Great stuff!
Date: 2005-09-17 01:01 am (UTC)cheers, rb
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Date: 2005-09-16 10:56 pm (UTC)Thank you for new lovely chapter!
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