| Plea delica |
Date: May 30, 2003 Pairing: VM/SB, Ara/Boro Rating: G Summary: In the twilight of Lothlorien he asked. Archive: RugbyTackle, Green Opals, Enigma Disclaimer: NOT true. Absobloodylutely fictional. Feedback: Yes, please. * * * * * In the twilight of Lothlorien their weary hearts took refuge. Viggo was always holding his sword, steel blue blade cold as denial and refusal - holding back his words, his wants. Sean would never let go of his cloak, smooth velvet warm like blood blazed by urge and fear - never let go of his own feelings, his very craving. But the set of Lothlorien was hot and humid: Aragorn's sword slipped off sweaty palms; Boromir's cloak slid from hunched shoulders. He turned to him - hearts paused for trailing stares, fading smiles, fainting sighs - asking for faith, pleading for hope, Demanding for love. |
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