Ivan and no one else (2/2)
anonymous
August 11 2009, 22:21:58 UTC
Ivan changes. Ivan becomes greater. Ivan has broken down, but he did it with grace. And now. Now he’s back. He’s a beauty.
“You are starring?” Arthur smiles in slight embarrassment. He slides the hand into his own hair to grab Ivan’s hand and held it between his own. He sits like that for a few seconds, then kisses the knuckles slightly. With care. With love. For he can do nothing else.
He’s no Russia. He’s just a simple England. A simple, small nation in a simple ocean.
Ivan stretch across continents. Ivan. Ivan. How not to love Ivan? How not to admire Ivan?
“You want to go to bed?” Ivan’s voice is low, raw, husky in his ear. But with demanding undertones. It’s no question. There’s only one right answer. And Arthur wants no other options.
“Yes.”
Strong. Strong man. Ivan grabs him, carries him to bed. He’s strong. He knows, what he wants. He knows, he can take it. For he is Ivan. Russia.
God.
Moan, sweat, red cheeks, need, cries, more need, and Ivan, Ivan, Ivan, Ivan, everywhere golden haired Ivan, Ivan with the cold smile, Ivan with the passionate eyes.
Ivan.
“What do you see?” Ivan stops half-way as he asks. Arthur sighs and puts his hands on Ivan’s cheeks.
“I see a beauty.”
“Even beauties dies.”
“You always speak about death.”
“Kiss me.”
They kiss. Arthur loves. Ivan hates. Arthur hates. Ivan loves.
lord, writer!anon! I really don't know what to say.
well, to start at the beginning, that was brilliant.
to go from there (keeping in mind that I am having a LOT of trouble finding the right words, something you seem to so excel at), I love that you didn't ever try to hide any of Ivan's features, but didn't let the fact that few of them are conventionally seen as beautiful stand in the way of what you were accomplishing here.
I also love how you portrayed Arthur, how he compares them and really just the depth of the emotion you managed to capture. the eloquence and poetic language brought shakespeare forthright to my mind as I read it, particularily the poem 'Shall I Compare Thee?' (forgive me if I got the name wrong).
“You are starring?” Arthur smiles in slight embarrassment. He slides the hand into his own hair to grab Ivan’s hand and held it between his own. He sits like that for a few seconds, then kisses the knuckles slightly. With care. With love. For he can do nothing else.
He’s no Russia. He’s just a simple England. A simple, small nation in a simple ocean.
Ivan stretch across continents. Ivan. Ivan. How not to love Ivan? How not to admire Ivan?
“You want to go to bed?” Ivan’s voice is low, raw, husky in his ear. But with demanding undertones. It’s no question. There’s only one right answer. And Arthur wants no other options.
“Yes.”
Strong. Strong man. Ivan grabs him, carries him to bed. He’s strong. He knows, what he wants. He knows, he can take it. For he is Ivan.
Russia.
God.
Moan, sweat, red cheeks, need, cries, more need, and Ivan, Ivan, Ivan, Ivan, everywhere golden haired Ivan, Ivan with the cold smile, Ivan with the passionate eyes.
Ivan.
“What do you see?” Ivan stops half-way as he asks. Arthur sighs and puts his hands on Ivan’s cheeks.
“I see a beauty.”
“Even beauties dies.”
“You always speak about death.”
“Kiss me.”
They kiss. Arthur loves. Ivan hates. Arthur hates. Ivan loves.
But Ivan does it so much better than Arthur.
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The words Arthur chose are gorgeous... Filled with such love and adoration and appreciation and everything for Ivan... Lovely!!!
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well, to start at the beginning, that was brilliant.
to go from there (keeping in mind that I am having a LOT of trouble finding the right words, something you seem to so excel at), I love that you didn't ever try to hide any of Ivan's features, but didn't let the fact that few of them are conventionally seen as beautiful stand in the way of what you were accomplishing here.
I also love how you portrayed Arthur, how he compares them and really just the depth of the emotion you managed to capture. the eloquence and poetic language brought shakespeare forthright to my mind as I read it, particularily the poem 'Shall I Compare Thee?' (forgive me if I got the name wrong).
Wondeful, anon. Just what I wanted ^-^
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