Another
For rotpunkt because of this challenge Here (Feel free to request one too)
*hides* Not good
Title: Another
Pairing: SB/VM
Prompt No:
Title: Missing You.
Author: Cynegyth
Viggo sat on the sofa with a scowl on his face as he put down the phone, stupid cold callers. He turned back to his lover with a soft sigh.
“You always knew. You just couldn’t bring yourself to admit it.” Sean said, eyes sat looking at a book.
The book raised a little and Viggo smiled.
“Ever had the pleasure?” His green eyes finally raised to look at his partner.
Viggo smiled at him, he could see everything within the depths of those eyes..
“Have you lost your mind?” A voice cut into his reverie. He always tended to forget that the other was there.
The green eyes returned to the book to read a passage aloud, “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,” he looked up at his partner, “I assume you dream Preston.”
Viggo paused the DVD. He hadn’t noticed until now that he’d moved to put his nose almost to the television. He rubbed his decidedly staticy nose, if that was even a word, and sat back on the sofa with a sigh. He missed his lover very much.
Didn’t feel like reading and couldn’t concentrate on any television except that which started or even had a bit part of his lover.
He was in love with a man who portrayed a lot of bad guys on film with a few goodies thrown in for good measure. But there was nothing like Errol Partridge.
He relaxed back on the sofa and replayed the scene.
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
That was all he heard, there was something about Sean sat there in glasses and with a book in his hand that just really…
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
He relaxed back onto the sofa further, letting the small paragraph run over and over in his mind.
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
His head snapped upwards as it stopped.
A voice began to whisper in his ear, “Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
He smiled, “Another?”
Sean flicked through the book that he held in his hand, a momento from a film he had done, “The Sorrow of love by William Butler Yates. The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips, And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships, And proud as Priam murdered with his peers; Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.”
“Another.” He said, feeling like a petulant child who couldn’t get enough Ice cream. Only in this case it was his voice that he couldn’t get enough of.
The man laughed and picked his suitcase out of the way before grinning, “Make me.”
Viggo twisted his head a little then got up and jumped over the sofa.
Laughter rang through the house as he managed to get Sean straight away, “Read me another.” He said with a grin, placing a soft kiss on his nose.
Sean looked up at him, studying the face of the man he loved, “Why don’t you kiss me instead?” He suggested.
Viggo shook his head, “You’re not getting me that way.”
Sean suddenly rolled them over before he could react and gave him a soft kiss.
Viggo smiled cheekily, “Another.”
Sean shook his head slightly but oblidged him.
They shared quite a few kisses that night.
*hides* Not good
Title: Another
Pairing: SB/VM
Prompt No:
Title: Missing You.
Author: Cynegyth
Viggo sat on the sofa with a scowl on his face as he put down the phone, stupid cold callers. He turned back to his lover with a soft sigh.
“You always knew. You just couldn’t bring yourself to admit it.” Sean said, eyes sat looking at a book.
The book raised a little and Viggo smiled.
“Ever had the pleasure?” His green eyes finally raised to look at his partner.
Viggo smiled at him, he could see everything within the depths of those eyes..
“Have you lost your mind?” A voice cut into his reverie. He always tended to forget that the other was there.
The green eyes returned to the book to read a passage aloud, “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams,” he looked up at his partner, “I assume you dream Preston.”
Viggo paused the DVD. He hadn’t noticed until now that he’d moved to put his nose almost to the television. He rubbed his decidedly staticy nose, if that was even a word, and sat back on the sofa with a sigh. He missed his lover very much.
Didn’t feel like reading and couldn’t concentrate on any television except that which started or even had a bit part of his lover.
He was in love with a man who portrayed a lot of bad guys on film with a few goodies thrown in for good measure. But there was nothing like Errol Partridge.
He relaxed back on the sofa and replayed the scene.
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
That was all he heard, there was something about Sean sat there in glasses and with a book in his hand that just really…
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
He relaxed back onto the sofa further, letting the small paragraph run over and over in his mind.
“But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
His head snapped upwards as it stopped.
A voice began to whisper in his ear, “Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.”
He smiled, “Another?”
Sean flicked through the book that he held in his hand, a momento from a film he had done, “The Sorrow of love by William Butler Yates. The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves, The brilliant moon and all the milky sky, And all that famous harmony of leaves, Had blotted out man's image and his cry. A girl arose that had red mournful lips, And seemed the greatness of the world in tears, Doomed like Odysseus and the labouring ships, And proud as Priam murdered with his peers; Arose, and on the instant clamorous eaves, A climbing moon upon an empty sky, And all that lamentation of the leaves, Could but compose man's image and his cry.”
“Another.” He said, feeling like a petulant child who couldn’t get enough Ice cream. Only in this case it was his voice that he couldn’t get enough of.
The man laughed and picked his suitcase out of the way before grinning, “Make me.”
Viggo twisted his head a little then got up and jumped over the sofa.
Laughter rang through the house as he managed to get Sean straight away, “Read me another.” He said with a grin, placing a soft kiss on his nose.
Sean looked up at him, studying the face of the man he loved, “Why don’t you kiss me instead?” He suggested.
Viggo shook his head, “You’re not getting me that way.”
Sean suddenly rolled them over before he could react and gave him a soft kiss.
Viggo smiled cheekily, “Another.”
Sean shook his head slightly but oblidged him.
They shared quite a few kisses that night.