![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
jenolas.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
rugbytackleTitle: The Best Laid Plans… (Part 2)
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R (mostly for language)
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean is annoyed when his plans for a nice surprise for Viggo’s birthday hit many obstacles, one of which is particularly unpleasant.
A/N: This was intended to be a fic in two parts, but my muses have taken the title literally and are now in control of the story. There will be at least one more part.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lifestyle choices of the men.
The Best Laid Plans…. Part 2
“Sean! What the fuck!” Viggo swore, taken completely unaware by his lover’s unexpected arrival and the ensuing accusation of betrayal. He had to admit he was in a very compromising position, but he was certain Sean would understand how it had come about. At least he hoped he would or he would be in deep shite. He briefly ran the incident through his mind and saw no reason for Sean to be upset.
The beer and assorted spirits had been flowing freely all night, and everyone, except Viggo who was keeping sober while he waited for Sean’s phone call, was more than a little merry, to put it mildly. More like totally pissed, judging by the way hobbits and Orlando were either groping anything that moved or murdering many a fine song with their own peculiar brand of lyrics.
Of course when Orlando insisted it was time to light the candles on the birthday cake, everyone was obliged to give Viggo a kiss, a custom that had started in New Zealand and one they all indulged in with varying styles and degrees of enthusiasm. Orlando was the only one who had the nerve, or the cheek, as Sir Ian chose to call it, to kiss Viggo on the lips. That was until Billy and Dom dared Karl, who everyone knew lusted after the Dane, to follow Orlando’s example.
His inhibitions washed away by the alcohol, and the fact that Sean was thankfully on the other side of the planet, Karl had taken advantage of his opportunity. The only problem, as far as Viggo was concerned, was that Karl wanted more than one kiss. As hard as he tried to free himself from the younger, and much stronger man’s embrace, the more turned on Karl had become. So had Viggo, not by Karl, but by the fantasy he was playing out in his imagination.
It had been far too long since he had made love to Sean, or even held him in his arms, so he closed his eyes and allowed himself to believe it was his beloved holding him, kissing him and grinding up against the rather obvious bulge between his legs. Imaginary Sean in Karl’s body had felt so good, was so fucking hot and wanted him so much that Viggo was unable to stifle a wanton moan. Sharp teeth but into his lip drawing blood, the pain jolting him back to reality. “Karl!” he groaned angrily against the lips that refused to release his just as Sean entered the room and his ensuing cry of anguish tore at Viggo’s heart.
“Fuck off, you bastard,” Viggo hissed at Karl, wiping his bleeding lip with the back of his hand as, finally managing to free himself from Karl’s groping hands, he pushed the younger man aside.
“Sorry, Vig, Sean startled me,” Karl said, frustration at the interruption evident in his voice. Too bad the Brit had shown up, another few minutes of grinding against Viggo and he was certain he would have come hard in his jeans, and maybe Viggo would have as well. As it was, he would have settle for a good wank in the shower.
“Yer lucky that’s all I did. I’ve a mind to bloody well come over there and see to it that you sing soprano for the rest of your fucking life…you and Viggo both,” Sean clarified with a menacing glance at the Dane. Viggo took a step towards the doorway where the enraged Brit was standing, his body rigid with shock except for his fingers that were clenched so tightly into fists his knuckles were white. Feeling no pain other than that of his shattered heart, Sean dug his nails into the soft skin of his palms, not only leaving an imprint, but also drawing a few drops of blood on his right hand.
“Let me see that, Sean,” Viggo said reaching for the injured hand. The tenderness in Viggo’s voice felt like a soft caress and for a moment Sean was tempted to simply take him in his arms and kiss him senseless. The less than pleasing thought of the aftertaste another man lingering on Viggo’s lips quickly put paid to that idea.
“Keep your distance, Viggo,” Sean warned, holding his hands up as if to protect himself and instinctively taking a few slow steps backward. His guarded movements suddenly reminded Viggo of a caged lion cringing away from the pain of the trainer’s whip, and trying to hide the fear in angry green eyes. It was symbolic of rejection as far as the poet in Viggo was concerned and he knew exactly how much that hurt, he felt it too. Sean was totally mistaken if he believed Viggo would, or even could, ever seek another lover.
“I’ve had a shit of a day and thought things couldn’t get any bleeding worse, but you fucking proved me wrong,” Sean added, the coldness in his voice was like a steel blade that sliced into Viggo’s heart. God he wanted to hold Sean, feel his body close, make passionate love to him, but physical contact was obviously out of the question, at least for now, leaving Viggo no choice but to be content with simply drinking in the very welcome sight of his gorgeous lover.
“How can standing in the same room as each other instead of being thousands of miles apart be bad, unless its because you should be wrapped in my arms, not way over there?” He asked, hoping Sean would take the hint and relent. To no avail, all Sean offered was a pointed glare towards the open patio doors through which Sir Ian had ushered all the guests to allow the two men some privacy. Although much more subdued, and the guest of honour was otherwise occupied, the party was still well underway. Viggo sighed audibly, and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“I get the message, but let’s not make things worse. Will you at least let me explain?”
“What’s to bloody explain?” Sean snarled angrily, staring at Viggo until the Dane was forced to look away. There was no warmth in those green depths, no spark of desire for a lover he had been parted from for so long, and no reflection of the love that bound them. The shutters on the windows to Sean’s soul were firmly closed, and there was no doubt in Viggo’s mind that his hot tempered lover was so totally pissed off that he was likely to take the next flight back to England. Sean’s next words did nothing to dispel this fear. “Hard to miss the sight and sound of me lover getting off with someone else’s’ tongue down his throat and hand on his ass.”
“If that is what you think was happening then you are mistaken.” There was genuine surprise in Viggo’s voice, and a hint of his own anger rising.
“I trust me own eyes, Vig.”
“I thought you trusted me.”
“I thought you loved me.”
Sean’s last words were neither shouted, nor spoken in anger, but were whispered softly and with a heartbreaking sadness that was more than Viggo could bear. Sean bowed his head to hide the tears he could no longer stop from falling, tears that Viggo wanted nothing more than to kiss away.
“More than life itself, “he was about to tell Sean as he stepped forward to take his lover in his arms, but the emotional turmoil and anguish of the day chose that moment to get the better of Sean, and without warning he collapsed, hitting his forehead on the edge of the door as he fell.
“SEAN!” The fear in Viggo’s voice brought the others rushing back inside.
Viggo rushed over to where Sean lay and knelt beside him, and cradled his head in his lap, his eyes widening in alarm at the size of the lump that had already formed, and the large amount of blood flowing from the gash above Sean’s eye.
“Shit! What happened?” Orlando asked as he knelt beside Viggo and checked to make sure Sean was still breathing.
“He collapsed. Can you hear me? Wake up. Please Sean, please wake up, I need you.” The pleas were getting desperate, but there was no mistaking the love in Viggo’s voice. Or the urgency. “Henry, call for an ambulance.”
Had he bothered to look up at his son, he would have seen him already speaking to the 911 operator, just as he would have seen Elijah disappear into the downstairs bathroom.
“That’s a mean looking bump, do you need some ice?” He asked as he handed Viggo the towel he had brought back from the bathroom.
“Yeah, might help,” Viggo replied, gently moving the strands of blood soaked hair away from the golf ball on Sean’s temple, exposing it to his soft kisses.
“We used it all, but will these help?” Karl asked, having already raided the freezer and handing over a bag of frozen peas with a wary smile and a shrug. He had endured a very stern lecture regarding his behaviour from Sir Ian, some of which had actually registered in his liquor coated brain and he was feeling guilty and embarrassed. “He’s a jealous, foolish bastard, but a lovable one. I owe you both an apology.”
“Thanks,” Viggo said, offering Karl a friendly smile just as Sean’s eyelids briefly fluttered open before unconsciousness took him again.
___________________________
When Viggo next saw Sean’s eyelids open, and beautiful green eyes struggling to gain focus against the pain of a headache and the brightness of the lights in the hospital room, relief washed over him and he raised the hand he had been holding all night to his lips and tenderly kissed the fingers.
“Hey, Sean howya feelin’,” Viggo, asked in his soft drawl.
“There’s an army of orcs in full armour stomping around in me head, and I need to take a piss, but otherwise not too bad,” Sean replied with a chuckle.
“Well, the nurse can give you something for the headache, and this will take care of your other problem,” Viggo said handing Sean the bottle and moving away to allow him a little privacy. .
“Not allowed to wander around, eh?” Sean surmised, sighing with relief as the pressure on his bladder disappeared.
“Not today, you have a few stitches and a slight concussion. Do you remember anything about yesterday?” Viggo asked as he put the bottle aside and sat back in the chair, taking Sean’s hand again. Sean looked at him a little oddly but made no comment as he frowned in concentration, trying to remember what happened.
“I was at your birthday party… but the rest is a blur. I didn’t get so rat arsed that I fell down drunk and hit me head did I?” He asked hoping he had not embarrassed himself in that manner, it was not the kind of thing a tough Sheffield lad would do. Viggo sighed, trust Sean to be worried about something so unimportant.
“No, actually you collapsed from exhaustion, so the Doctor said, and hit your head on the corner of the door when you fell.” Sean thought some more and then nodded.
“Yeah, I remember now. The whole day was a comedy of errors, me flight was delayed by fog, lost me baggage, had trouble with the hire car and the traffic…didn’t think I’d make it to your party on time. Don’t recall fainting or whatever, though.”
“Well you did,” Viggo assured him. “And you will be happy to know that your bags arrived this morning and Orlando and Henry took the hire car back to the airport.”
“I bet they took it for a run first, it was a sweet piece of machinery,” Sean said, his brow creasing as he thought he should have remembered something else about the car. Whatever it was eluded him and he shrugged it off to think about later. “So how long have you been here, Vig?” he asked conversationally, claiming his hand back and resting it on his stomach.
“All night of course, where else would I be?” Viggo asked. It was obvious Sean recalled nothing about the unpleasantness that had occurred between them when he arrived home. Or else he was simply refusing to discuss it. No, Viggo decided, if Sean knew about it, he would have mentioned it and by now they should have been talking about the misunderstanding or arguing about it or better yet, kissing and making up, as if it never happened.
“At home with Karl. I am surprised he let you stay the night, after all he’s been away for months. Don’t you two have some ‘catching up’ to do?” Sean’s answer was so casual, such a simple observation between friends that Viggo felt his heart racing with fear, the blood pounding in his ears making it impossible to think, and even if he knew what to say, he doubted he could utter a single word. “Hey Vig, are you okay? You just turned as white as a ghost?”
“Um, I don’t feel well Sean, got a bit of a hangover of my own,” he said managed to get out eventually. He had never lied to Sean before, but this was only a white lie, and warranted under the circumstances, he told himself, because he truly felt physically ill.
“Then you best go home you daft bugger and get some rest, or tender loving’ care,” Sean replied with a wink. Viggo cringed inwardly, the only loving he wanted was from a man who had apparently not only forgotten they were lovers, but thought his best friend and Karl were a couple. He needed to find Sean’s doctor and see what could be done about his memory, but first he needed to find the washroom or the floor would be covered in the contents of his stomach.
“I will be back later, you rest now,” he said unable to resist giving Sean a soft kiss on the forehead. To his delight, Sean pulled his head down and did likewise, then pushed Viggo away.
“ Bloody hell the doc will think I’m one of your gay mates if he catches us snogging. Now be off with ye, Vig.”
“But you are, my love,” Viggo wanted to scream at Sean. Instead he raced to the men’s room, locked himself in a stall and retched until there was nothing left but bile. Exhausted, emotionally drained, and fucking scared out of his mind that he had lost his lover forever, Viggo slid down onto the cold floor tiles and cried his heart out.
Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R (mostly for language)
Author: jenolas
Summary: Sean is annoyed when his plans for a nice surprise for Viggo’s birthday hit many obstacles, one of which is particularly unpleasant.
A/N: This was intended to be a fic in two parts, but my muses have taken the title literally and are now in control of the story. There will be at least one more part.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It never happened and nothing is implied about the lifestyle choices of the men.
The Best Laid Plans…. Part 2
“Sean! What the fuck!” Viggo swore, taken completely unaware by his lover’s unexpected arrival and the ensuing accusation of betrayal. He had to admit he was in a very compromising position, but he was certain Sean would understand how it had come about. At least he hoped he would or he would be in deep shite. He briefly ran the incident through his mind and saw no reason for Sean to be upset.
The beer and assorted spirits had been flowing freely all night, and everyone, except Viggo who was keeping sober while he waited for Sean’s phone call, was more than a little merry, to put it mildly. More like totally pissed, judging by the way hobbits and Orlando were either groping anything that moved or murdering many a fine song with their own peculiar brand of lyrics.
Of course when Orlando insisted it was time to light the candles on the birthday cake, everyone was obliged to give Viggo a kiss, a custom that had started in New Zealand and one they all indulged in with varying styles and degrees of enthusiasm. Orlando was the only one who had the nerve, or the cheek, as Sir Ian chose to call it, to kiss Viggo on the lips. That was until Billy and Dom dared Karl, who everyone knew lusted after the Dane, to follow Orlando’s example.
His inhibitions washed away by the alcohol, and the fact that Sean was thankfully on the other side of the planet, Karl had taken advantage of his opportunity. The only problem, as far as Viggo was concerned, was that Karl wanted more than one kiss. As hard as he tried to free himself from the younger, and much stronger man’s embrace, the more turned on Karl had become. So had Viggo, not by Karl, but by the fantasy he was playing out in his imagination.
It had been far too long since he had made love to Sean, or even held him in his arms, so he closed his eyes and allowed himself to believe it was his beloved holding him, kissing him and grinding up against the rather obvious bulge between his legs. Imaginary Sean in Karl’s body had felt so good, was so fucking hot and wanted him so much that Viggo was unable to stifle a wanton moan. Sharp teeth but into his lip drawing blood, the pain jolting him back to reality. “Karl!” he groaned angrily against the lips that refused to release his just as Sean entered the room and his ensuing cry of anguish tore at Viggo’s heart.
“Fuck off, you bastard,” Viggo hissed at Karl, wiping his bleeding lip with the back of his hand as, finally managing to free himself from Karl’s groping hands, he pushed the younger man aside.
“Sorry, Vig, Sean startled me,” Karl said, frustration at the interruption evident in his voice. Too bad the Brit had shown up, another few minutes of grinding against Viggo and he was certain he would have come hard in his jeans, and maybe Viggo would have as well. As it was, he would have settle for a good wank in the shower.
“Yer lucky that’s all I did. I’ve a mind to bloody well come over there and see to it that you sing soprano for the rest of your fucking life…you and Viggo both,” Sean clarified with a menacing glance at the Dane. Viggo took a step towards the doorway where the enraged Brit was standing, his body rigid with shock except for his fingers that were clenched so tightly into fists his knuckles were white. Feeling no pain other than that of his shattered heart, Sean dug his nails into the soft skin of his palms, not only leaving an imprint, but also drawing a few drops of blood on his right hand.
“Let me see that, Sean,” Viggo said reaching for the injured hand. The tenderness in Viggo’s voice felt like a soft caress and for a moment Sean was tempted to simply take him in his arms and kiss him senseless. The less than pleasing thought of the aftertaste another man lingering on Viggo’s lips quickly put paid to that idea.
“Keep your distance, Viggo,” Sean warned, holding his hands up as if to protect himself and instinctively taking a few slow steps backward. His guarded movements suddenly reminded Viggo of a caged lion cringing away from the pain of the trainer’s whip, and trying to hide the fear in angry green eyes. It was symbolic of rejection as far as the poet in Viggo was concerned and he knew exactly how much that hurt, he felt it too. Sean was totally mistaken if he believed Viggo would, or even could, ever seek another lover.
“I’ve had a shit of a day and thought things couldn’t get any bleeding worse, but you fucking proved me wrong,” Sean added, the coldness in his voice was like a steel blade that sliced into Viggo’s heart. God he wanted to hold Sean, feel his body close, make passionate love to him, but physical contact was obviously out of the question, at least for now, leaving Viggo no choice but to be content with simply drinking in the very welcome sight of his gorgeous lover.
“How can standing in the same room as each other instead of being thousands of miles apart be bad, unless its because you should be wrapped in my arms, not way over there?” He asked, hoping Sean would take the hint and relent. To no avail, all Sean offered was a pointed glare towards the open patio doors through which Sir Ian had ushered all the guests to allow the two men some privacy. Although much more subdued, and the guest of honour was otherwise occupied, the party was still well underway. Viggo sighed audibly, and ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“I get the message, but let’s not make things worse. Will you at least let me explain?”
“What’s to bloody explain?” Sean snarled angrily, staring at Viggo until the Dane was forced to look away. There was no warmth in those green depths, no spark of desire for a lover he had been parted from for so long, and no reflection of the love that bound them. The shutters on the windows to Sean’s soul were firmly closed, and there was no doubt in Viggo’s mind that his hot tempered lover was so totally pissed off that he was likely to take the next flight back to England. Sean’s next words did nothing to dispel this fear. “Hard to miss the sight and sound of me lover getting off with someone else’s’ tongue down his throat and hand on his ass.”
“If that is what you think was happening then you are mistaken.” There was genuine surprise in Viggo’s voice, and a hint of his own anger rising.
“I trust me own eyes, Vig.”
“I thought you trusted me.”
“I thought you loved me.”
Sean’s last words were neither shouted, nor spoken in anger, but were whispered softly and with a heartbreaking sadness that was more than Viggo could bear. Sean bowed his head to hide the tears he could no longer stop from falling, tears that Viggo wanted nothing more than to kiss away.
“More than life itself, “he was about to tell Sean as he stepped forward to take his lover in his arms, but the emotional turmoil and anguish of the day chose that moment to get the better of Sean, and without warning he collapsed, hitting his forehead on the edge of the door as he fell.
“SEAN!” The fear in Viggo’s voice brought the others rushing back inside.
Viggo rushed over to where Sean lay and knelt beside him, and cradled his head in his lap, his eyes widening in alarm at the size of the lump that had already formed, and the large amount of blood flowing from the gash above Sean’s eye.
“Shit! What happened?” Orlando asked as he knelt beside Viggo and checked to make sure Sean was still breathing.
“He collapsed. Can you hear me? Wake up. Please Sean, please wake up, I need you.” The pleas were getting desperate, but there was no mistaking the love in Viggo’s voice. Or the urgency. “Henry, call for an ambulance.”
Had he bothered to look up at his son, he would have seen him already speaking to the 911 operator, just as he would have seen Elijah disappear into the downstairs bathroom.
“That’s a mean looking bump, do you need some ice?” He asked as he handed Viggo the towel he had brought back from the bathroom.
“Yeah, might help,” Viggo replied, gently moving the strands of blood soaked hair away from the golf ball on Sean’s temple, exposing it to his soft kisses.
“We used it all, but will these help?” Karl asked, having already raided the freezer and handing over a bag of frozen peas with a wary smile and a shrug. He had endured a very stern lecture regarding his behaviour from Sir Ian, some of which had actually registered in his liquor coated brain and he was feeling guilty and embarrassed. “He’s a jealous, foolish bastard, but a lovable one. I owe you both an apology.”
“Thanks,” Viggo said, offering Karl a friendly smile just as Sean’s eyelids briefly fluttered open before unconsciousness took him again.
___________________________
When Viggo next saw Sean’s eyelids open, and beautiful green eyes struggling to gain focus against the pain of a headache and the brightness of the lights in the hospital room, relief washed over him and he raised the hand he had been holding all night to his lips and tenderly kissed the fingers.
“Hey, Sean howya feelin’,” Viggo, asked in his soft drawl.
“There’s an army of orcs in full armour stomping around in me head, and I need to take a piss, but otherwise not too bad,” Sean replied with a chuckle.
“Well, the nurse can give you something for the headache, and this will take care of your other problem,” Viggo said handing Sean the bottle and moving away to allow him a little privacy. .
“Not allowed to wander around, eh?” Sean surmised, sighing with relief as the pressure on his bladder disappeared.
“Not today, you have a few stitches and a slight concussion. Do you remember anything about yesterday?” Viggo asked as he put the bottle aside and sat back in the chair, taking Sean’s hand again. Sean looked at him a little oddly but made no comment as he frowned in concentration, trying to remember what happened.
“I was at your birthday party… but the rest is a blur. I didn’t get so rat arsed that I fell down drunk and hit me head did I?” He asked hoping he had not embarrassed himself in that manner, it was not the kind of thing a tough Sheffield lad would do. Viggo sighed, trust Sean to be worried about something so unimportant.
“No, actually you collapsed from exhaustion, so the Doctor said, and hit your head on the corner of the door when you fell.” Sean thought some more and then nodded.
“Yeah, I remember now. The whole day was a comedy of errors, me flight was delayed by fog, lost me baggage, had trouble with the hire car and the traffic…didn’t think I’d make it to your party on time. Don’t recall fainting or whatever, though.”
“Well you did,” Viggo assured him. “And you will be happy to know that your bags arrived this morning and Orlando and Henry took the hire car back to the airport.”
“I bet they took it for a run first, it was a sweet piece of machinery,” Sean said, his brow creasing as he thought he should have remembered something else about the car. Whatever it was eluded him and he shrugged it off to think about later. “So how long have you been here, Vig?” he asked conversationally, claiming his hand back and resting it on his stomach.
“All night of course, where else would I be?” Viggo asked. It was obvious Sean recalled nothing about the unpleasantness that had occurred between them when he arrived home. Or else he was simply refusing to discuss it. No, Viggo decided, if Sean knew about it, he would have mentioned it and by now they should have been talking about the misunderstanding or arguing about it or better yet, kissing and making up, as if it never happened.
“At home with Karl. I am surprised he let you stay the night, after all he’s been away for months. Don’t you two have some ‘catching up’ to do?” Sean’s answer was so casual, such a simple observation between friends that Viggo felt his heart racing with fear, the blood pounding in his ears making it impossible to think, and even if he knew what to say, he doubted he could utter a single word. “Hey Vig, are you okay? You just turned as white as a ghost?”
“Um, I don’t feel well Sean, got a bit of a hangover of my own,” he said managed to get out eventually. He had never lied to Sean before, but this was only a white lie, and warranted under the circumstances, he told himself, because he truly felt physically ill.
“Then you best go home you daft bugger and get some rest, or tender loving’ care,” Sean replied with a wink. Viggo cringed inwardly, the only loving he wanted was from a man who had apparently not only forgotten they were lovers, but thought his best friend and Karl were a couple. He needed to find Sean’s doctor and see what could be done about his memory, but first he needed to find the washroom or the floor would be covered in the contents of his stomach.
“I will be back later, you rest now,” he said unable to resist giving Sean a soft kiss on the forehead. To his delight, Sean pulled his head down and did likewise, then pushed Viggo away.
“ Bloody hell the doc will think I’m one of your gay mates if he catches us snogging. Now be off with ye, Vig.”
“But you are, my love,” Viggo wanted to scream at Sean. Instead he raced to the men’s room, locked himself in a stall and retched until there was nothing left but bile. Exhausted, emotionally drained, and fucking scared out of his mind that he had lost his lover forever, Viggo slid down onto the cold floor tiles and cried his heart out.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 10:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 12:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 12:14 pm (UTC)No! NO! NO!
*g*
Taking this too seriously did you say? *g*
no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 12:32 pm (UTC)But here I did!
*gasp*
Holy Moses!!!! Can't wait to read more!!! What's going on with Sean? And what will Viggo do next?? Go on, please, don't let us wait too long for Chapter 3!!! *begs on my knees*
no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 07:57 pm (UTC)I'll go hide in a whimpering bundle under a happy!SeanVig blanket, please whistle when the way is clear and they're back to snogging each other senseless ;)
no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-11 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 12:07 am (UTC)Hello
Date: 2005-10-12 01:24 am (UTC)Re: Hello
Date: 2005-10-14 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-12 07:48 am (UTC)♥ the poor woobies..
thank you for sharing this :D
no subject
Date: 2005-10-14 12:18 pm (UTC)