Auctions and Broken Vases - Chapter Seventeen
Tittle: Auctions and Broken Vases - Chapter Seventeen
POV: Third
Author:
hilson_is_love
Pairing(s): Vam & Linbu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: April drags Bam to an auction. When the skater is intrigued by the Auctioneer's accent, he begins to pay attention...
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. Bam is IN DENIAL.
A/N: Minde & Beicca are no longer...
This chappie is slightly sad...
Previous Chapters: are at my journal That Way
“Oh, come on, babe, you’ve gotta eat something.” Migè was attempting to get Linde to eat his dinner. But the guitarist’s thoughts were far away.
Linde shook his head, got up and wandered to the bedroom he and Migè shared.
Migè watched him go, and felt the urge to follow him, but something held him back, something he couldn’t identify. Instead, he buried his head in his hands and forced back tears he refused to cry. He knew what it was about.
He’s still in love with Burton. He’s still in love with Burton and doesn’t want to tell me.
In the bedroom, Linde threw himself down on the bed and breathed in Migè’s scent. He remembered the last time he kissed Burton.
~Flashback~
Linde smiled gently and snuggled deeper into the warm arms encircling him.
“You’re amazing,” Burton whispered.
Linde said nothing. He merely turned to look up at Burton. Burton smiled down at him.
With a question in his grey eyes, Linde took Burton’s face in his hands. Burton pulled him closer, until their lips were almost touching.
“Scrap what I said earlier, you’re perfect…” Burton breathed.
Before he had a chance to blink, Linde closed the gap between them.
Then they were kissing, as if they had never kissed before.
~End Flashback~
Linde buried his face in his pillow and let the tears that had a tendency to appear whenever he remembered that night, fall.
Four minutes later, his sobs were reduced to a dry, racking, pitiful sound. Taking two deep breaths, he managed to calm himself completely.
Sitting up, he reached for his cell phone, which was sitting on the bedside table. He flipped it open, scrolling through his contacts until he found Burton’s number. He sat there, numbly, staring at the contact picture and the memo: Love you forever, Janne.
Forever is an awfully long time… Linde thought.
He was attempting to decide whether or not he should ring the pianist.
Fate decided for him.
Before Linde knew what was happening, he had pressed the call button and lifted the phone to his ear.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four.
It seemed like an eternity before Burton picked up.
“Hei?”
“Janne? I have something to tell you.”
“Mikko?” The guitarist could hear the soft smile in Burton’s voice. “What’s wrong?”
Linde blushed profusely at the use of his birth name. It was something reserved only for Burton. Just as he was the only one allowed to call Burton ‘Janne.’
“Janne, I think… wait, no… I know… I’m in love with you. I always have been.”
Burton chuckled quietly and the sound pierced Linde’s heart. It was the same laugh he used to use when Linde was being an idiot but being cute, too.
“What?” Linde was slightly defensive.
“Noting, Mikko, nothing.” Burton chided. “Look, there’s something I have to tell you, too.”
“Go on.”
“Well, Linde, I feel the same about you as you do about me.”
There was a sharp intake of breath from Linde. “Really?”
“Mhmm,” Burton nodded.
“Have you told Eicca?”
“Yes… Have you told Migè?”
“No.”
“Well, you’d better. Look, Mikko, I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you, okay?”
“Wait, does this mean you’ve spilt up with him?”
But Burton was gone.
Linde let the phone fall away from his hand as the end-of-call tone reached his ear.
He left the bedroom with the intention of finding Migè, but to no avail, the bassist was nowhere to be seen. In his place, there was a note, left on the kitchen table.
He read it out loud.
“Dear Lily,
I know how you feel about Burton. And I’ve gone to set things straight.
I can almost imagine you apologising like crazy, so I’m going to stop you before you start. Don’t apologise, because I forgive you.
What we had was a temporary relationship. I knew this was going to happen someday.
No matter what, you will never be able to let him go, and I can deal with that.
I’m not going to pretend that it doesn’t hurt, because that would be lying, but I want you to be happy. And if this is what it takes, then, so be it.
And don’t worry about me. I’m always here if you need to talk to anyone.
Love,
Mizee.”
“But what does it mean?” He wondered aloud.
“It means he basically came around to my place to tell me what a fuck-wit I had been for ever letting you go.”
Linde whipped around, dreadlocks flying. Burton was standing with his back against the nearby wall, a lazy smile on his lips.
“How did you… what on…” Linde couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
Burton cut him off. “When you rang me, I was actually in the corridor outside, waiting for Migè. When he came out, he said you’d practically split up with him.”
“Yeah, so, I left you that note. I figured you’d understand where I was coming from.” Migè stepped out of the shadows.
Linde’s jaw dropped. “You? You?”
Migè looked smug. “Yes, me.”
“Thank you,” Linde whispered, wandering over to Mige and hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”
The embrace broke and Linde rushed to Burton. Flinging his strong arms about the pianist’s neck, Linde buried his head in Burton’s chest and wept tears of joy. Burton wrapped powerful arms around him and gathered him close, holding him there.
POV: Third
Author:
hilson_is_love
Pairing(s): Vam & Linbu
Rating: PG-13
Summary: April drags Bam to an auction. When the skater is intrigued by the Auctioneer's accent, he begins to pay attention...
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. Bam is IN DENIAL.
A/N: Minde & Beicca are no longer...
This chappie is slightly sad...
Previous Chapters: are at my journal That Way
“Oh, come on, babe, you’ve gotta eat something.” Migè was attempting to get Linde to eat his dinner. But the guitarist’s thoughts were far away.
Linde shook his head, got up and wandered to the bedroom he and Migè shared.
Migè watched him go, and felt the urge to follow him, but something held him back, something he couldn’t identify. Instead, he buried his head in his hands and forced back tears he refused to cry. He knew what it was about.
He’s still in love with Burton. He’s still in love with Burton and doesn’t want to tell me.
In the bedroom, Linde threw himself down on the bed and breathed in Migè’s scent. He remembered the last time he kissed Burton.
~Flashback~
Linde smiled gently and snuggled deeper into the warm arms encircling him.
“You’re amazing,” Burton whispered.
Linde said nothing. He merely turned to look up at Burton. Burton smiled down at him.
With a question in his grey eyes, Linde took Burton’s face in his hands. Burton pulled him closer, until their lips were almost touching.
“Scrap what I said earlier, you’re perfect…” Burton breathed.
Before he had a chance to blink, Linde closed the gap between them.
Then they were kissing, as if they had never kissed before.
~End Flashback~
Linde buried his face in his pillow and let the tears that had a tendency to appear whenever he remembered that night, fall.
Four minutes later, his sobs were reduced to a dry, racking, pitiful sound. Taking two deep breaths, he managed to calm himself completely.
Sitting up, he reached for his cell phone, which was sitting on the bedside table. He flipped it open, scrolling through his contacts until he found Burton’s number. He sat there, numbly, staring at the contact picture and the memo: Love you forever, Janne.
Forever is an awfully long time… Linde thought.
He was attempting to decide whether or not he should ring the pianist.
Fate decided for him.
Before Linde knew what was happening, he had pressed the call button and lifted the phone to his ear.
One ring.
Two rings.
Three rings.
Four.
It seemed like an eternity before Burton picked up.
“Hei?”
“Janne? I have something to tell you.”
“Mikko?” The guitarist could hear the soft smile in Burton’s voice. “What’s wrong?”
Linde blushed profusely at the use of his birth name. It was something reserved only for Burton. Just as he was the only one allowed to call Burton ‘Janne.’
“Janne, I think… wait, no… I know… I’m in love with you. I always have been.”
Burton chuckled quietly and the sound pierced Linde’s heart. It was the same laugh he used to use when Linde was being an idiot but being cute, too.
“What?” Linde was slightly defensive.
“Noting, Mikko, nothing.” Burton chided. “Look, there’s something I have to tell you, too.”
“Go on.”
“Well, Linde, I feel the same about you as you do about me.”
There was a sharp intake of breath from Linde. “Really?”
“Mhmm,” Burton nodded.
“Have you told Eicca?”
“Yes… Have you told Migè?”
“No.”
“Well, you’d better. Look, Mikko, I’ve got to go, but I’ll call you, okay?”
“Wait, does this mean you’ve spilt up with him?”
But Burton was gone.
Linde let the phone fall away from his hand as the end-of-call tone reached his ear.
He left the bedroom with the intention of finding Migè, but to no avail, the bassist was nowhere to be seen. In his place, there was a note, left on the kitchen table.
He read it out loud.
“Dear Lily,
I know how you feel about Burton. And I’ve gone to set things straight.
I can almost imagine you apologising like crazy, so I’m going to stop you before you start. Don’t apologise, because I forgive you.
What we had was a temporary relationship. I knew this was going to happen someday.
No matter what, you will never be able to let him go, and I can deal with that.
I’m not going to pretend that it doesn’t hurt, because that would be lying, but I want you to be happy. And if this is what it takes, then, so be it.
And don’t worry about me. I’m always here if you need to talk to anyone.
Love,
Mizee.”
“But what does it mean?” He wondered aloud.
“It means he basically came around to my place to tell me what a fuck-wit I had been for ever letting you go.”
Linde whipped around, dreadlocks flying. Burton was standing with his back against the nearby wall, a lazy smile on his lips.
“How did you… what on…” Linde couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
Burton cut him off. “When you rang me, I was actually in the corridor outside, waiting for Migè. When he came out, he said you’d practically split up with him.”
“Yeah, so, I left you that note. I figured you’d understand where I was coming from.” Migè stepped out of the shadows.
Linde’s jaw dropped. “You? You?”
Migè looked smug. “Yes, me.”
“Thank you,” Linde whispered, wandering over to Mige and hugging him tightly. “Thank you.”
The embrace broke and Linde rushed to Burton. Flinging his strong arms about the pianist’s neck, Linde buried his head in Burton’s chest and wept tears of joy. Burton wrapped powerful arms around him and gathered him close, holding him there.