FIC: The Mirror - Sean and Elijah - G
Title: 'The Mirror'
Rating: G
Pairing: Sean Astin/Elijah Wood
Prompt: Mirror
Summery: Appearances can be deceiving.
Author's Notes: Totally unbetaed, so any goof-ups are mine. This story reflects my thoughts on seeing images of Sean at 'The Hobbit' premiere. This will be reposted to the Troubled Tribble community on LJ. It is part of a 'kissing' prompt table that I stopped writing on a while ago and very much want to finish.
He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time before he slowly began to undress. His wife was already in bed and perhaps even asleep. At least this is what he hoped.
He had attended a premier tonight. He'd been invited to attend by the organizers and had reluctantly agreed to go after his wife pointed out rather tartly that at this particular time in his career he needed the exposure. He sighed. She was right of course, but that didn't make the function any less painful.
He'd done his duty. He'd smiled and joked and responded to questions like the professional that he was. He'd done this job for a very long time and he had the routine down pat. But a large part of him, in fact the essential part of him, wasn't there at all. That part of his soul gazed longingly back to other premiers he had attended with some of these very same people.
That part of him yearned for the one face that was not there. The one smile that was denied him. The one voice that might have made the pain of this event worthwhile.
It would have been harder on him, he knew that. His wife would have watched him with the steely gaze of a predator, quick to pounce on any gesture of affection. His heart would have hungered for just one kiss. His hands would have ached to touch, to caress. His arms would have longed to enfold. But these healing gestures would have been denied him as well.
Yet the chance to be close to the one who held his heart and soul in eternal bondage might have made his grief bearable.
He turned from the mirror and whispered into the still, empty night: "Maybe next time."
This entry was originally posted at http://rakshi.dreamwidth.org/1269857.html. Feel free to comment there or here. Makes no difference to me. Happy Days!!
Rating: G
Pairing: Sean Astin/Elijah Wood
Prompt: Mirror
Summery: Appearances can be deceiving.
Author's Notes: Totally unbetaed, so any goof-ups are mine. This story reflects my thoughts on seeing images of Sean at 'The Hobbit' premiere. This will be reposted to the Troubled Tribble community on LJ. It is part of a 'kissing' prompt table that I stopped writing on a while ago and very much want to finish.
He stared at himself in the mirror for a long time before he slowly began to undress. His wife was already in bed and perhaps even asleep. At least this is what he hoped.
He had attended a premier tonight. He'd been invited to attend by the organizers and had reluctantly agreed to go after his wife pointed out rather tartly that at this particular time in his career he needed the exposure. He sighed. She was right of course, but that didn't make the function any less painful.
He'd done his duty. He'd smiled and joked and responded to questions like the professional that he was. He'd done this job for a very long time and he had the routine down pat. But a large part of him, in fact the essential part of him, wasn't there at all. That part of his soul gazed longingly back to other premiers he had attended with some of these very same people.
That part of him yearned for the one face that was not there. The one smile that was denied him. The one voice that might have made the pain of this event worthwhile.
It would have been harder on him, he knew that. His wife would have watched him with the steely gaze of a predator, quick to pounce on any gesture of affection. His heart would have hungered for just one kiss. His hands would have ached to touch, to caress. His arms would have longed to enfold. But these healing gestures would have been denied him as well.
Yet the chance to be close to the one who held his heart and soul in eternal bondage might have made his grief bearable.
He turned from the mirror and whispered into the still, empty night: "Maybe next time."
This entry was originally posted at http://rakshi.dreamwidth.org/1269857.html. Feel free to comment there or here. Makes no difference to me. Happy Days!!