I'm working on a new fic-thingie for the
sons_of_gondor Reflections on Sean's 50th. So the idea is to do five cinquains (in honor of his decades. awwww....) sort of wrapped around a fic based on the cardinal directions. Part 1...
author: undonne
title: Directions, East
rating: NC-17 (language)
pairing: VigBean forever
disclaimer: has absolutely nothing to do with the actors in real life. Simply borrowed personae (yo, sock puppets!) for fangirl amusement
East (Aragorn)
Flying.
Afraid, alone,
to dawn. To what? Too old
to look into the sun, to rise
again.
Afraid of flying. Wasn’t that the title of a stupid novel by that American woman, she of the zipless fuck? Sean grinned in spite of himself and signalled the pretty stewardess. Another vodka and tonic. Heaven knows he’d had his share, of liquor and of fucking. He could have the stewardess. Flight attendant, he corrected himself. Almost everyone was asleep. Take his mind off the fact that the plane could plummet into the dark ocean before… Before what? He sighed and took out the fat book Jackson’s people had sent his agent. He began to read where he’d stuck his boarding pass. “Suddenly Frodo noticed that a strange-looking weather-beaten man, sitting in the shadows, was also listening intently to the hobbit-talk.” Hobbits and mysterious stangers. Bloody hell, what had he gotten himself into? Signalling the stewardess for another vodka and tonic, he read on, forgetting for a while that he was poised precariously in the sky, heading toward a rising sun.