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Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R, AU
Feedback: Would love it, of course
Warning: another sad one...
Notes:
Viggo sits quietly by the entrance to his home, looking west down the still waters of Leven. The sun is just coming up and its light is turning the fields alongside the loch a deep golden colour. Just as he remembers the colour of Sean's hair as he stood in the light of the torches by the Nevis, repeating their vow before the whole clan. All those years ago and every detail is as clear in Viggo's mind as if it was yesterday...
"Viggo... Is tu mo caraid, mo gràdh, mo beatha, mo anail, mo fuil... Bho seo là, is sinn aon."
And then in English, taking care with each word...
"Viggo, you are my kinsman, my love, my life, my breath, my blood. From this day, we are one."
And then later when they were alone again, Sean had kissed him and said, "You will always be my Highlander, in this life and in the next. So love me now, Gaidheal, [highlander] love me now - and forever." Viggo had nodded, suddenly unable to speak, so he had pressed Sean down into the tiny box bed in the Steall Cottage and worshipped his body with his lips and tongue and teeth, whilst Sean had squirmed and whimpered and begged to be taken...
"This is early even for you, Uncle.."
"What was that you say?" Viggo mutters, his mind filled with images of Sean writhing in pleasure.
"I said, you are up early on this new year's day, Uncle..."
Duncan's words cut through Viggo's memories and he reluctantly returns to the real world. He looks up at Alasdair's only son - now 45 years old - the living image of his father and as strong as an ox.
"Aye - that I am, lad. For I have a desire to see the corrie this day - and visit Sean's grave. It is three years to the day since we laid him to rest."
Duncan looks away, not wishing to see the tears in Viggo's eyes - tears that are commonplace of late. "Yes, Uncle - but surely you are not walking up to the high corrie? You are not well enough right now."
Viggo laughs but the laugh soon turns into a cough. "You sound more and more like your father every day, lad," he says softly. "But no - as you say, I am not able to make the whole walk - my body is old and feeble. But I shall take my horse to the lower reaches and leave her there. Then I shall walk the last part - it may be the last time I can, Duncan."
"Nonsense!" Duncan exclaims, though in his heart, he knows Viggo is right. His uncle's health has deteriorated rapidly over the last six months. The fire that used to burn in the MacIan's heart has long since died away. "It is but the Glencoe winter that is catching your lungs, Uncle - nothing more. When the spring comes and warms the land, you will feel its warmth also." He smiles and squeezes Viggo's arm.
Viggo smiles in return. "Aye - maybe you're right, lad - but I cannot wait for the spring to go to see Sean."
"No - of course not. But will you permit me to ride with you - and accompany you to the corrie? I too should like to pay my respects to Sean. He was a fine man..."
Viggo's gnarled hand curls over Duncan's. "I should like that, lad. It is a long time since just we two rode the glen path together..."
Two hours later, the two men stand at the massive boulders that guard the entrance to the hidden part of the Coire Gabhail. The last part of the climb had been undertaken slowly as the ground was steep and slippy with the recent snow. By the time they'd reached level ground, Viggo was breathing heavily and his blood was pounding in his ears. Now he can see Duncan watching him, a worried look on his face. Viggo says nothing, instead making his way between the boulders until he is in the open and looking up at the corrie headwall. He takes a breath and lets his gazes stray down the edge of the corry until he can see the cave - their cave... He closes his eyes for a moment as once more, memories rush past him - faster than the water tumbling out of the corrie and down to the Coe. When Viggo opens his eyes again, Duncan is once more standing at his side and he reaches out a hand to the younger man.
"Here - help an old man to where he's going," he says softly and smiles when Duncan takes his arm and leads him across the floor of the corrie to where Sean is buried. The memorial is a simple cross engraved with Sean's name and the date he died - December 31st, 1724. There is a little stone seat adjacent to the grave which Duncan himself had erected so Viggo had somewhere to sit down when he came up here. But today, Viggo doesn't sit down. He stands in silence looking at the cross for a few moments, and then turns to his nephew.
"Leave me, Duncan - I wish to be alone with my thoughts and memories. I ask only that you return in a couple of hours with my horse, for I believe I will need some assistance to get back down. Will you do that for me?"
"Of course, Uncle - but the wind is bitter up here today. Shall I not light you a fire before I go?"
Viggo smiles and clasps Duncan's forearm. "Nay, lad. I have my plaid - 'tis warm enough for my needs. And I have the whisky too." His smile fades a little as he looks at his nephew's concerned face. "You are a good man, Duncan - strong and thoughtful and fair - you've your mother to thank for that... You'll make a fine chieftain for the clan in this changing world - a world in which I no longer belong." Viggo takes a breath and wipes his dry lips. "Go now, lad - leave me."
Duncan hesitates, unwilling to leave but knowing he must. He nods. "I will return this afternoon, Uncle," he says softly, then turns and heads back down the path to the glen.
Viggo watches his nephew until he passes out of sight into the lower reaches of the corrie, and then he turns his face to the headwall. His gaze takes in the peaks of Beinn Fhada, Stob Coire Sgreamhach and Gearr Aonach, as he remembers taking Sean on his first walk around the ridge on a hot midsummer's day. Sean had complained about the heat almost incessantly and Viggo had chuckled, wondering if there was any kind of weather about which Sean wouldn't complain. But then they had descended from the ridge to the lochan at the foot of Stob Coire nan Lochan. Laughing like children they had bathed in its cool depths, splashing around in the water until their hands found each other's skin and the laughter turned to breathless moans of pleasure. Sean had taken him then, pulling Viggo's naked wet body out of the water and turning him against a sun warmed boulder at the edge of the lochan. Viggo's fingernails had scratched into the granite as Sean had ridden him until their screams of release echoed around the high, empty corrie. Viggo smiles as he remembers that he had needed Sean's help to make the walk back down into the glen that day, because his legs were shaking so much...
"I did not forget, Sean," Viggo whispers, "not one thing - not one moment of my time with you. But my life has been empty and dark without you by my side. I am old, tired, weary of this life - and I cannot face another year without you." He pauses and closes his eyes. "Would that I could see you once more - see the green of your eyes, the curve of your smile..."
"Then turn and look upon me..."
Viggo shakes his head. My reason is leaving me. But the voice is so real...
"Turn around, highlander - open your eyes and see me."
"Sean?" Viggo turns slowly and opens his eyes. Sean is standing there, young and beautiful, dressed in plaid and a white shirt, his green eyes shining and his arms outstretched in welcome. Viggo stands breathless and speechless, unable to believe that this can be real. But then the vision smiles and steps forward, his arms curling round Viggo in a warm embrace and Viggo's breath returns in a rush.
"I have been waiting here for you, gaidheal, as indeed you told me to," Sean says softly. "I have oft seen you visit this place. And it made my heart ache to see you in such pain..."
Sean's beloved voice seems to reverberate through every bone in Viggo's cold and weary body, bringing tears to his eyes and a sudden tightness to his chest. He swallows and licks his lips. "Yet you did not make yourself known - you did not speak to me - as you do now." Already he can feel Sean's warmth spreading through him and he shivers, needing more of it.
"I could not," Sean replies, nuzzling into Viggo's neck as he pulls them down onto the stone seat. "For although I knew I was in your thoughts, I also knew it was not yet time..."
"How did you know?"
Sean smiles against Viggo's hair. "Because I saw you as you were - an old and tired but still very beautiful man - a man very much of this world."
"And now?"
"Now I see you as you see me - as we were when we met and fell in love..."
Viggo smiles, his shivering subsiding as despite the cold of the rock, a new warmth and peace beginning to spread through his body. "Each time I came up here I knew you were with me," Viggo murmurs. "And the knowledge gave me strength to carry on, though these past three years have been long and lonely without you..." Viggo sighs and leans against Sean's warm body, feeling Sean's arms tighten around him. "But lately I have been dreaming of you more and more - and remembering happier times when we loved and laughed," he says softly.
"I know," Sean replies, his eyes misting with tears. "I shared those memories with you - all of them. And we shall love and laugh again, Viggo - here - where I am - where there is only love and light..."
They sit there in silence for a while, their hearts beating in time. It is almost as if Viggo's whole life is being played out in his mind - memories of his mother, of growing up in the glen, arguing with Alasdair and then the massacre, the death of his father and becoming the MacIan. So many memories - the years of peace with Sean and the wonder of their life together and finally Sean's death. So many memories... Viggo sighs and looks up. Above him, the headwalls of the corry seem to be closing in and for a moment, he is almost afraid. "Light is what I need, mo fionn gaedheal [my fair highlander] - for everything around me is growing dark," he whispers.
"Yes, it is. Because it is time, highlander," Sean replies, his arms tightening around Viggo's body. "Na bi eagalach, Viggo - tha mi an seo. Tha mi thu le - daonnan. Is sinn aon." [Do not be afraid, Viggo - I am here. I am with you - always. We are one.]
"I am not afraid," Viggo murmurs. "For I know I am coming to you."
"Yes," Sean replies, pressing his lips to Viggo's hair. "So let us share a last dram together before you sleep. And then we shall start on a new journey - together - as one - forever..."
"Is sinn aon - daonnan ," [As one - forever] Viggo whispers, lifting his glass to his lips with a cold and numb hand and taking a small sip of whisky. The heat of the spirit warms him and he holds the glass up for Sean to take. As the darkness that has been creeping closer now sinks down upon him, Viggo feels rather than sees the glass leave his fingers and with a sigh, he closes his eyes to sleep. The last thing Viggo feels is Sean's lips on his cheek - it makes him smile.
~*~
When Duncan returns later in the day, he finds Viggo sitting on the stone seat, leaning against the rock, his plaid wrapped about his shoulders. His eyes are closed and there is a hint of a smile curving his lips. An empty glass lies at his feet.
"Uncle," Duncan murmurs, touching Viggo's shoulder, but Viggo neither answers or moves - and Duncan can see that he is gone from this world. Carefully he carries Viggo's body and secures it on his horse. Then with tears in his eyes, he leads the horse and its very special load slowly down the path to Glencoe.
~*~
"He looked like he'd fallen asleep," Duncan tells his father later as they watch two of their kinswomen prepare Viggo's body for burial. "He was at peace at the end, father. I didnae think he suffered at all. It was as if he knew the end had come and that he welcomed it..."
Alasdair smiles, his eyes bright with tears. "Aye, lad - he did know - that's why he came up here on a day such as this, in his poor state of health - Viggo knew the cold would take him. That's why he bade me farewell last evening with a tear in his eye; the first time in my memory that he didnae welcome in the new year with our kinsfolk. Although I did not say it, I knew in my heart I'd not see him in this life again. And he did welcome the end, Duncan. Because here in the Coire Gabhail today, I truly believe that Viggo found again that which was lost to him three years ago. A love such as he and Sean shared I have ne'er seen before or since. Not even that between me and your mother, god rest her soul. A love such as that, Duncan, can ne'er die..."
~*~
The following day, the body of the late MacIan of Glencoe is carried back up into the Coire Gabhail and laid to rest alongside that of Sean - just as Viggo had wanted. Alasdair pays tribute to his brother and pronounced to those gathered that from that day forward, the corry is to be out of bounds to all men. The pipes play and the clan drink and sing and then one by one they pay their last respects and start the long walk back down into the glen and on to Inverrigan. Last to leave, Alasdair looks up to a point high on the ridge where he swears there is some extra bright splash of winter sun playing against the rocks. As he watches the light, suddenly he can see Viggo smiling at him - young and vibrant and happy. Alasdair starts, but he feels no fear.
"I wish you well on your journey, brother," Alasdair whispers, his eyes filling with tears. "I have been proud to stand by your side through both troubled and peaceful times. My love goes with you." Then he smiles despite his tears as another face with a pair of glinting green eyes come into view. "And you, Sassenach," he adds, "mind you take care of him - just as you always did. Soraidh."
End
liars_dance Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Rating: R, AU
Feedback: Would love it, of course
Warning: another sad one...
Notes:
- takes place in the Clansmen universe of 18th century Scottish highlands (where I am right now, as it happens - well, 21st century highlands and stuck inside as there are serious blizzards outside...) For all of the folk on my friends list who have followed the lives of these two in my favourite AU - happy new year!
- am posting here by request but it is likely to make little sense to those who have not read any of the previous clansmen fics... if you want to, please email me at liarsdanceATgmailDOTCOM
Viggo sits quietly by the entrance to his home, looking west down the still waters of Leven. The sun is just coming up and its light is turning the fields alongside the loch a deep golden colour. Just as he remembers the colour of Sean's hair as he stood in the light of the torches by the Nevis, repeating their vow before the whole clan. All those years ago and every detail is as clear in Viggo's mind as if it was yesterday...
"Viggo... Is tu mo caraid, mo gràdh, mo beatha, mo anail, mo fuil... Bho seo là, is sinn aon."
And then in English, taking care with each word...
"Viggo, you are my kinsman, my love, my life, my breath, my blood. From this day, we are one."
And then later when they were alone again, Sean had kissed him and said, "You will always be my Highlander, in this life and in the next. So love me now, Gaidheal, [highlander] love me now - and forever." Viggo had nodded, suddenly unable to speak, so he had pressed Sean down into the tiny box bed in the Steall Cottage and worshipped his body with his lips and tongue and teeth, whilst Sean had squirmed and whimpered and begged to be taken...
"This is early even for you, Uncle.."
"What was that you say?" Viggo mutters, his mind filled with images of Sean writhing in pleasure.
"I said, you are up early on this new year's day, Uncle..."
Duncan's words cut through Viggo's memories and he reluctantly returns to the real world. He looks up at Alasdair's only son - now 45 years old - the living image of his father and as strong as an ox.
"Aye - that I am, lad. For I have a desire to see the corrie this day - and visit Sean's grave. It is three years to the day since we laid him to rest."
Duncan looks away, not wishing to see the tears in Viggo's eyes - tears that are commonplace of late. "Yes, Uncle - but surely you are not walking up to the high corrie? You are not well enough right now."
Viggo laughs but the laugh soon turns into a cough. "You sound more and more like your father every day, lad," he says softly. "But no - as you say, I am not able to make the whole walk - my body is old and feeble. But I shall take my horse to the lower reaches and leave her there. Then I shall walk the last part - it may be the last time I can, Duncan."
"Nonsense!" Duncan exclaims, though in his heart, he knows Viggo is right. His uncle's health has deteriorated rapidly over the last six months. The fire that used to burn in the MacIan's heart has long since died away. "It is but the Glencoe winter that is catching your lungs, Uncle - nothing more. When the spring comes and warms the land, you will feel its warmth also." He smiles and squeezes Viggo's arm.
Viggo smiles in return. "Aye - maybe you're right, lad - but I cannot wait for the spring to go to see Sean."
"No - of course not. But will you permit me to ride with you - and accompany you to the corrie? I too should like to pay my respects to Sean. He was a fine man..."
Viggo's gnarled hand curls over Duncan's. "I should like that, lad. It is a long time since just we two rode the glen path together..."
Two hours later, the two men stand at the massive boulders that guard the entrance to the hidden part of the Coire Gabhail. The last part of the climb had been undertaken slowly as the ground was steep and slippy with the recent snow. By the time they'd reached level ground, Viggo was breathing heavily and his blood was pounding in his ears. Now he can see Duncan watching him, a worried look on his face. Viggo says nothing, instead making his way between the boulders until he is in the open and looking up at the corrie headwall. He takes a breath and lets his gazes stray down the edge of the corry until he can see the cave - their cave... He closes his eyes for a moment as once more, memories rush past him - faster than the water tumbling out of the corrie and down to the Coe. When Viggo opens his eyes again, Duncan is once more standing at his side and he reaches out a hand to the younger man.
"Here - help an old man to where he's going," he says softly and smiles when Duncan takes his arm and leads him across the floor of the corrie to where Sean is buried. The memorial is a simple cross engraved with Sean's name and the date he died - December 31st, 1724. There is a little stone seat adjacent to the grave which Duncan himself had erected so Viggo had somewhere to sit down when he came up here. But today, Viggo doesn't sit down. He stands in silence looking at the cross for a few moments, and then turns to his nephew.
"Leave me, Duncan - I wish to be alone with my thoughts and memories. I ask only that you return in a couple of hours with my horse, for I believe I will need some assistance to get back down. Will you do that for me?"
"Of course, Uncle - but the wind is bitter up here today. Shall I not light you a fire before I go?"
Viggo smiles and clasps Duncan's forearm. "Nay, lad. I have my plaid - 'tis warm enough for my needs. And I have the whisky too." His smile fades a little as he looks at his nephew's concerned face. "You are a good man, Duncan - strong and thoughtful and fair - you've your mother to thank for that... You'll make a fine chieftain for the clan in this changing world - a world in which I no longer belong." Viggo takes a breath and wipes his dry lips. "Go now, lad - leave me."
Duncan hesitates, unwilling to leave but knowing he must. He nods. "I will return this afternoon, Uncle," he says softly, then turns and heads back down the path to the glen.
Viggo watches his nephew until he passes out of sight into the lower reaches of the corrie, and then he turns his face to the headwall. His gaze takes in the peaks of Beinn Fhada, Stob Coire Sgreamhach and Gearr Aonach, as he remembers taking Sean on his first walk around the ridge on a hot midsummer's day. Sean had complained about the heat almost incessantly and Viggo had chuckled, wondering if there was any kind of weather about which Sean wouldn't complain. But then they had descended from the ridge to the lochan at the foot of Stob Coire nan Lochan. Laughing like children they had bathed in its cool depths, splashing around in the water until their hands found each other's skin and the laughter turned to breathless moans of pleasure. Sean had taken him then, pulling Viggo's naked wet body out of the water and turning him against a sun warmed boulder at the edge of the lochan. Viggo's fingernails had scratched into the granite as Sean had ridden him until their screams of release echoed around the high, empty corrie. Viggo smiles as he remembers that he had needed Sean's help to make the walk back down into the glen that day, because his legs were shaking so much...
"I did not forget, Sean," Viggo whispers, "not one thing - not one moment of my time with you. But my life has been empty and dark without you by my side. I am old, tired, weary of this life - and I cannot face another year without you." He pauses and closes his eyes. "Would that I could see you once more - see the green of your eyes, the curve of your smile..."
"Then turn and look upon me..."
Viggo shakes his head. My reason is leaving me. But the voice is so real...
"Turn around, highlander - open your eyes and see me."
"Sean?" Viggo turns slowly and opens his eyes. Sean is standing there, young and beautiful, dressed in plaid and a white shirt, his green eyes shining and his arms outstretched in welcome. Viggo stands breathless and speechless, unable to believe that this can be real. But then the vision smiles and steps forward, his arms curling round Viggo in a warm embrace and Viggo's breath returns in a rush.
"I have been waiting here for you, gaidheal, as indeed you told me to," Sean says softly. "I have oft seen you visit this place. And it made my heart ache to see you in such pain..."
Sean's beloved voice seems to reverberate through every bone in Viggo's cold and weary body, bringing tears to his eyes and a sudden tightness to his chest. He swallows and licks his lips. "Yet you did not make yourself known - you did not speak to me - as you do now." Already he can feel Sean's warmth spreading through him and he shivers, needing more of it.
"I could not," Sean replies, nuzzling into Viggo's neck as he pulls them down onto the stone seat. "For although I knew I was in your thoughts, I also knew it was not yet time..."
"How did you know?"
Sean smiles against Viggo's hair. "Because I saw you as you were - an old and tired but still very beautiful man - a man very much of this world."
"And now?"
"Now I see you as you see me - as we were when we met and fell in love..."
Viggo smiles, his shivering subsiding as despite the cold of the rock, a new warmth and peace beginning to spread through his body. "Each time I came up here I knew you were with me," Viggo murmurs. "And the knowledge gave me strength to carry on, though these past three years have been long and lonely without you..." Viggo sighs and leans against Sean's warm body, feeling Sean's arms tighten around him. "But lately I have been dreaming of you more and more - and remembering happier times when we loved and laughed," he says softly.
"I know," Sean replies, his eyes misting with tears. "I shared those memories with you - all of them. And we shall love and laugh again, Viggo - here - where I am - where there is only love and light..."
They sit there in silence for a while, their hearts beating in time. It is almost as if Viggo's whole life is being played out in his mind - memories of his mother, of growing up in the glen, arguing with Alasdair and then the massacre, the death of his father and becoming the MacIan. So many memories - the years of peace with Sean and the wonder of their life together and finally Sean's death. So many memories... Viggo sighs and looks up. Above him, the headwalls of the corry seem to be closing in and for a moment, he is almost afraid. "Light is what I need, mo fionn gaedheal [my fair highlander] - for everything around me is growing dark," he whispers.
"Yes, it is. Because it is time, highlander," Sean replies, his arms tightening around Viggo's body. "Na bi eagalach, Viggo - tha mi an seo. Tha mi thu le - daonnan. Is sinn aon." [Do not be afraid, Viggo - I am here. I am with you - always. We are one.]
"I am not afraid," Viggo murmurs. "For I know I am coming to you."
"Yes," Sean replies, pressing his lips to Viggo's hair. "So let us share a last dram together before you sleep. And then we shall start on a new journey - together - as one - forever..."
"Is sinn aon - daonnan ," [As one - forever] Viggo whispers, lifting his glass to his lips with a cold and numb hand and taking a small sip of whisky. The heat of the spirit warms him and he holds the glass up for Sean to take. As the darkness that has been creeping closer now sinks down upon him, Viggo feels rather than sees the glass leave his fingers and with a sigh, he closes his eyes to sleep. The last thing Viggo feels is Sean's lips on his cheek - it makes him smile.
When Duncan returns later in the day, he finds Viggo sitting on the stone seat, leaning against the rock, his plaid wrapped about his shoulders. His eyes are closed and there is a hint of a smile curving his lips. An empty glass lies at his feet.
"Uncle," Duncan murmurs, touching Viggo's shoulder, but Viggo neither answers or moves - and Duncan can see that he is gone from this world. Carefully he carries Viggo's body and secures it on his horse. Then with tears in his eyes, he leads the horse and its very special load slowly down the path to Glencoe.
"He looked like he'd fallen asleep," Duncan tells his father later as they watch two of their kinswomen prepare Viggo's body for burial. "He was at peace at the end, father. I didnae think he suffered at all. It was as if he knew the end had come and that he welcomed it..."
Alasdair smiles, his eyes bright with tears. "Aye, lad - he did know - that's why he came up here on a day such as this, in his poor state of health - Viggo knew the cold would take him. That's why he bade me farewell last evening with a tear in his eye; the first time in my memory that he didnae welcome in the new year with our kinsfolk. Although I did not say it, I knew in my heart I'd not see him in this life again. And he did welcome the end, Duncan. Because here in the Coire Gabhail today, I truly believe that Viggo found again that which was lost to him three years ago. A love such as he and Sean shared I have ne'er seen before or since. Not even that between me and your mother, god rest her soul. A love such as that, Duncan, can ne'er die..."
The following day, the body of the late MacIan of Glencoe is carried back up into the Coire Gabhail and laid to rest alongside that of Sean - just as Viggo had wanted. Alasdair pays tribute to his brother and pronounced to those gathered that from that day forward, the corry is to be out of bounds to all men. The pipes play and the clan drink and sing and then one by one they pay their last respects and start the long walk back down into the glen and on to Inverrigan. Last to leave, Alasdair looks up to a point high on the ridge where he swears there is some extra bright splash of winter sun playing against the rocks. As he watches the light, suddenly he can see Viggo smiling at him - young and vibrant and happy. Alasdair starts, but he feels no fear.
"I wish you well on your journey, brother," Alasdair whispers, his eyes filling with tears. "I have been proud to stand by your side through both troubled and peaceful times. My love goes with you." Then he smiles despite his tears as another face with a pair of glinting green eyes come into view. "And you, Sassenach," he adds, "mind you take care of him - just as you always did. Soraidh."
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Date: 2005-12-30 07:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-12-30 09:56 pm (UTC)PS - I'd be more than happy to get my Walker muse together with some girl from his past; any suggestions how we might do that?
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Date: 2005-12-30 11:09 pm (UTC)*squee!* Oooo, I dunno, I didn't expect you to say yes! Hee! What do you think, a girl on his former blouse-selling route? Or farther back, when he was very young? I could make up an LJ and we could play it out in there, as sort of a flashback. Would that work? *squees again*
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Date: 2005-12-30 11:29 pm (UTC)That sounds fine to me! I'm in Scotland right now so on and off re internet access, but start something off and email me the link and I'll get to it asap... I'm happy for it to be on his blouse-selling route before he met Mellors - his world kind of changed when he met the gamekeeper... ;)
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Date: 2005-12-30 07:54 pm (UTC)Oh, you have me sitting here behind my computer all teared up. I don't like reading character dead in a RPS fic normally, but this was different somehow, because it felt like a happy ending. Two people who loved each other so much finally together again.
And the language is very special, it makes me want to hear this fic in stead of reading.
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Date: 2005-12-31 12:07 pm (UTC)Hello
Date: 2005-12-30 11:07 pm (UTC)Re: Hello
Date: 2005-12-31 12:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-31 06:03 am (UTC)I only know a couple of easy phrases in Scots Gaelic - I need to figure out how to learn more. It's making me crazy that I don't know how to properly pronounce all the lovely words you use!
Thank you for this!
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Date: 2005-12-31 09:59 am (UTC)*wipes away more tears, which started around about the second paragraph*
Beautiful.
*hugs tight*
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Date: 2005-12-31 04:21 pm (UTC)You ever doubted it?! LOL! Of course they do!
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Date: 2006-01-03 02:48 pm (UTC)~Kris
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Date: 2006-01-03 04:34 pm (UTC)*Bows*
Date: 2006-01-05 02:16 am (UTC)S&V Forever, as i always say.
Re: *Bows*
Date: 2006-01-05 03:30 am (UTC)