Prompt # 15
Title: No Movie Script Ending
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Ville Valo
Prompt: #015 -- Marriage
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG
Summary: Ville thinks about his life with Bam, and the dream that will never come true.
Author's Notes: This is really short and probably a waste of your time...
It’s hard. It’s hard to look at him every day and know that I will never be able to proclaim my love for him to the world. It’s hard to hear the screams of protest from people around the world when he says he loves me. It’s hard to keep the tears from falling when they laugh in our face. It’s hard.
Two years ago I gave him a ring-a simple silver band with a heartagram engraved onto the outside in gold. I remember the look on his face when he opened it; his eyes lit up as if nothing else in the world mattered. Later that night his happiness turned to sorrow. He cried on my shoulder for hours and there was nothing I could do about it.
“We can never get married,” he sobbed, his voice tugging at my heart strings. I only nodded and stroked his back, unsure of what to say. It was true, but hearing it from me would only push him farther off the edge.
I wanted to walk down the aisle, to see him standing there all dolled up and waiting for me. I wanted to have my father give me away to the man I loved. But the law stated that we could not be together. It was unjust, but there was no fighting it.
Pain. Pain so strong in my heart when I think of such awful things. What is this world coming to? Whose idea was it that a man could not marry the one he loves, whatever his sex may be? I wanted to burn down the government building; I wanted to run a riot in the streets. Anything to be able to marry my precious Bammi.
He loves me. I know he does because he tells me so every night. He whispers in my ear how much I mean to him as he fiddles with the ring on his finger. I know he wants the same for us as I do. I know he would kill to be able to steal me away.
But we have our dreams-and in them we’re married and have a white picket fence and four and a half children. Don’t ask how it plays out, it just does. We’re happy in our dreams, and that’s all we’ll ever need.
Fandom: Real People
Characters: Ville Valo
Prompt: #015 -- Marriage
Word Count: 388
Rating: PG
Summary: Ville thinks about his life with Bam, and the dream that will never come true.
Author's Notes: This is really short and probably a waste of your time...
It’s hard. It’s hard to look at him every day and know that I will never be able to proclaim my love for him to the world. It’s hard to hear the screams of protest from people around the world when he says he loves me. It’s hard to keep the tears from falling when they laugh in our face. It’s hard.
Two years ago I gave him a ring-a simple silver band with a heartagram engraved onto the outside in gold. I remember the look on his face when he opened it; his eyes lit up as if nothing else in the world mattered. Later that night his happiness turned to sorrow. He cried on my shoulder for hours and there was nothing I could do about it.
“We can never get married,” he sobbed, his voice tugging at my heart strings. I only nodded and stroked his back, unsure of what to say. It was true, but hearing it from me would only push him farther off the edge.
I wanted to walk down the aisle, to see him standing there all dolled up and waiting for me. I wanted to have my father give me away to the man I loved. But the law stated that we could not be together. It was unjust, but there was no fighting it.
Pain. Pain so strong in my heart when I think of such awful things. What is this world coming to? Whose idea was it that a man could not marry the one he loves, whatever his sex may be? I wanted to burn down the government building; I wanted to run a riot in the streets. Anything to be able to marry my precious Bammi.
He loves me. I know he does because he tells me so every night. He whispers in my ear how much I mean to him as he fiddles with the ring on his finger. I know he wants the same for us as I do. I know he would kill to be able to steal me away.
But we have our dreams-and in them we’re married and have a white picket fence and four and a half children. Don’t ask how it plays out, it just does. We’re happy in our dreams, and that’s all we’ll ever need.