Chapter Two - If only
Title: In the dark hours of night
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13 so far
Warnings: none so far
Disclaimer: Never happened, not mine
Summary: Two lonely beings meet in the dark hours of night
A/N: Thank you so much jackieville for looking over this and helping me *hugs* All remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N2: written for Amy's paranormal challenge. I hope it somehow meets your expectations. *big hugs*
Chapter Two - If only
Sean hadn’t found much sleep that day. He had taken William’s old clothes after he had gone out to buy warmer ones along with some food for the boy. Pieces of clothes, worth nothing and not even warming, but everything that he had. They still held the light smell of William, but Sean knew that as the days and nights passed the scent would fade until it was naught but another memory. William had always smelled like the rain, like freedom. Their freedom had only existed in their imagination, along with the paradise they had built.
The day alone in the darkness of his coffin had been even colder than normally. The clothes in Sean’s arms couldn’t fool him and would never feel like a warm, smooth body. The emptiness within him seemed to grow wider with each passing hour and soon it would swallow him. He would never see the light again, hadn’t seen it in centuries. Light, what was light? William had been his light and when that light had gone out his whole being had become pointless and worthless. What was the world worth, when William wasn’t walking on it? What were moments worth, when he couldn’t share them with William? What was a smile, when he couldn’t smile at William? Nothing. Behind and before him lay centuries of nothing.
Sean had been waiting desperately for the night to arrive. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe inside his coffin today. It was too narrow all of a sudden and the familiar darkness held no comfort. Sean felt as if he needed to run, run to the end of the world, run until his feet would give away and unconsciousness would claim him. Run and forget about the pain. Only concentrate on your steps and the wind in your face. Let all thoughts flee from your mind as you run, run, run.
He had often considered simply going out, facing the sun and putting an end to it all, but he couldn’t do it. As if there were invisible ties, holding him back. A voice in the darkness, telling him that there was still a task waiting for him. Maybe he was only lacking the courage to do it.
Sean sighed when his instincts told him that the sun was setting. With a haste he hadn’t known in years he pushed the lid of the coffin away and sat up, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes for seconds, focusing and calming, before he finally stood up. Normally he wasn’t up that early; there was nothing waiting for him. Sean went upstairs but halfway up he froze mid-movement. The house wasn’t empty, he could sense it. Sean’s heart started to beat faster for a few seconds and he hurried upstairs. Could it be? Could it be that William had come back? He stopped dead on his tracks, the euphoria flowing steadily from his heart and leaving cold numbness. Would he be able to bear yet another night full of memories and things he could never have again? Sean’s steps became hesitant and he made sure that the shadows hid him as he slowly walked to the livingroom. He stopped again when he saw the boy in the room, a small smile curving his lips despite his dark thoughts. He stretched out his hand, touching nothing but air for a few seconds, before his fingers curled into a fist and he pulled his arm back, green eyes full of regret.
Orlando yawned and curled up on the couch. It was still early but he felt exhausted. Today had been a fairly good day. The new clothes were warm and comfortable and he hadn’t wandered the streets with an empty stomach. But his day had been pointless like every day. No one wanted to give him a job and he had nothing to do and nowhere to go. At sunset he had decided to come back here. To Orlando’s utter happiness he had found some books in one of the rooms. He had never been good at reading due to his dyslexia but it would at least give him something to do.
The Brit had a hard time but page after page it became easier and soon he was completely hooked. As the night grew older his eyelids started to get heavy and he fell asleep.
Orlando’s eyes snapped open and he sat up hastily when he heard the wooden floor cracking as if someone was walking around. He looked around frantically, trying to make out where the sound had come from. The room was empty and Orlando slowly sat down again. Most likely he had only imagined it or it had been a mouse. He relaxed again and went back to sleep.
With that the nightly ritual began for both of them. Sean would wake up, watch William until the boy fell asleep, then he would go out and buy food. He’d arrange it on the table before he went to sleep at sunrise. Orlando would wake up, eat, go out for the day and come back for the night. He would read the books he found in the house until he fell asleep. None of them was prepared for the things that would happen nine nights later, when green once again drowned in brown.
Tbc
Author: Greenleaf
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13 so far
Warnings: none so far
Disclaimer: Never happened, not mine
Summary: Two lonely beings meet in the dark hours of night
A/N: Thank you so much jackieville for looking over this and helping me *hugs* All remaining mistakes are my own.
A/N2: written for Amy's paranormal challenge. I hope it somehow meets your expectations. *big hugs*
Chapter Two - If only
Sean hadn’t found much sleep that day. He had taken William’s old clothes after he had gone out to buy warmer ones along with some food for the boy. Pieces of clothes, worth nothing and not even warming, but everything that he had. They still held the light smell of William, but Sean knew that as the days and nights passed the scent would fade until it was naught but another memory. William had always smelled like the rain, like freedom. Their freedom had only existed in their imagination, along with the paradise they had built.
The day alone in the darkness of his coffin had been even colder than normally. The clothes in Sean’s arms couldn’t fool him and would never feel like a warm, smooth body. The emptiness within him seemed to grow wider with each passing hour and soon it would swallow him. He would never see the light again, hadn’t seen it in centuries. Light, what was light? William had been his light and when that light had gone out his whole being had become pointless and worthless. What was the world worth, when William wasn’t walking on it? What were moments worth, when he couldn’t share them with William? What was a smile, when he couldn’t smile at William? Nothing. Behind and before him lay centuries of nothing.
Sean had been waiting desperately for the night to arrive. He felt as if he couldn’t breathe inside his coffin today. It was too narrow all of a sudden and the familiar darkness held no comfort. Sean felt as if he needed to run, run to the end of the world, run until his feet would give away and unconsciousness would claim him. Run and forget about the pain. Only concentrate on your steps and the wind in your face. Let all thoughts flee from your mind as you run, run, run.
He had often considered simply going out, facing the sun and putting an end to it all, but he couldn’t do it. As if there were invisible ties, holding him back. A voice in the darkness, telling him that there was still a task waiting for him. Maybe he was only lacking the courage to do it.
Sean sighed when his instincts told him that the sun was setting. With a haste he hadn’t known in years he pushed the lid of the coffin away and sat up, taking a deep breath. He closed his eyes for seconds, focusing and calming, before he finally stood up. Normally he wasn’t up that early; there was nothing waiting for him. Sean went upstairs but halfway up he froze mid-movement. The house wasn’t empty, he could sense it. Sean’s heart started to beat faster for a few seconds and he hurried upstairs. Could it be? Could it be that William had come back? He stopped dead on his tracks, the euphoria flowing steadily from his heart and leaving cold numbness. Would he be able to bear yet another night full of memories and things he could never have again? Sean’s steps became hesitant and he made sure that the shadows hid him as he slowly walked to the livingroom. He stopped again when he saw the boy in the room, a small smile curving his lips despite his dark thoughts. He stretched out his hand, touching nothing but air for a few seconds, before his fingers curled into a fist and he pulled his arm back, green eyes full of regret.
Orlando yawned and curled up on the couch. It was still early but he felt exhausted. Today had been a fairly good day. The new clothes were warm and comfortable and he hadn’t wandered the streets with an empty stomach. But his day had been pointless like every day. No one wanted to give him a job and he had nothing to do and nowhere to go. At sunset he had decided to come back here. To Orlando’s utter happiness he had found some books in one of the rooms. He had never been good at reading due to his dyslexia but it would at least give him something to do.
The Brit had a hard time but page after page it became easier and soon he was completely hooked. As the night grew older his eyelids started to get heavy and he fell asleep.
Orlando’s eyes snapped open and he sat up hastily when he heard the wooden floor cracking as if someone was walking around. He looked around frantically, trying to make out where the sound had come from. The room was empty and Orlando slowly sat down again. Most likely he had only imagined it or it had been a mouse. He relaxed again and went back to sleep.
With that the nightly ritual began for both of them. Sean would wake up, watch William until the boy fell asleep, then he would go out and buy food. He’d arrange it on the table before he went to sleep at sunrise. Orlando would wake up, eat, go out for the day and come back for the night. He would read the books he found in the house until he fell asleep. None of them was prepared for the things that would happen nine nights later, when green once again drowned in brown.
Tbc