Primavera: findings
The little AU: Primavera: Findings
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They keep track of each other the way they always have: text, call, email when it works, or they remember, or care- news stories. Friends- Billy, Craig. Family- Henry, Sonia. Somehow, they know where each other is/are and how he's/they're doing.
Viggo curls up in his futbol blanket and thinks of Orli in the same grey t-shirt he's had for, what, seven years now? and Karl in the green zip up jumper that did double duty in photos and gave rise to many a tale, he's sure.
Karl smokes a Cuban given him by someone, he doesn't remember who off-hand now, on Bourne, and thinks of Viggo in those striped shirts he'd picked up in London while dodging Nikolai, after dinner with Sonia and Colin and Sam one evening in an out-of-the-way place. Crisp and new now, they'll be soft and faded by the time they're relegated to paint-brush cloths and hung in the studio near the easel and canvases.
Orlando reads the script he's been given and sips tea and looks off into the distance so he doesn't snap at paparazzi, and visualizes Viggo with the sandalwood bracelet, yellow tassel hanging down, he'd picked up for him when he met his Buddhist teacher last, and Karl with the set of finely sanded and oiled drum sticks, padded at the end, he'd gotten for him at the same time. He'd have gotten Karl a bracelet too, but somehow his stay in the tray in the bedroom more often than not, and Karl'd mentioned drumming as a hobby, so the sticks seemed better. The warmer the drummer's hands get, the stronger the scent of the wood. It seems perfect for Karl.
Up the road, the bulbs Hunter'd been so interested in seeing planted start to bloom in the pretty woman's yard. She doesn't know it, but as Hunter's world moves into autumn, he thinks about her, and wonders if her flowers are as pretty in her yard as they are in her picture. Next year, he'll ask her.
Henry adds music to his playlist, closes that notebook, picks up his backpack and slings it on and grabs his hat on the way out the door to class.
Everywhere are white blossoms, except in Argentina, where Viggo thinks he and Hunter are in the same season. He buys Hunter a postcard of San Lorenzo and a shirt, and puts the parcel in the mail the morning after sleeping curled up around his blanket. 1-0, San Lorenzo.
slashfairy
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They keep track of each other the way they always have: text, call, email when it works, or they remember, or care- news stories. Friends- Billy, Craig. Family- Henry, Sonia. Somehow, they know where each other is/are and how he's/they're doing.
Viggo curls up in his futbol blanket and thinks of Orli in the same grey t-shirt he's had for, what, seven years now? and Karl in the green zip up jumper that did double duty in photos and gave rise to many a tale, he's sure.
Karl smokes a Cuban given him by someone, he doesn't remember who off-hand now, on Bourne, and thinks of Viggo in those striped shirts he'd picked up in London while dodging Nikolai, after dinner with Sonia and Colin and Sam one evening in an out-of-the-way place. Crisp and new now, they'll be soft and faded by the time they're relegated to paint-brush cloths and hung in the studio near the easel and canvases.
Orlando reads the script he's been given and sips tea and looks off into the distance so he doesn't snap at paparazzi, and visualizes Viggo with the sandalwood bracelet, yellow tassel hanging down, he'd picked up for him when he met his Buddhist teacher last, and Karl with the set of finely sanded and oiled drum sticks, padded at the end, he'd gotten for him at the same time. He'd have gotten Karl a bracelet too, but somehow his stay in the tray in the bedroom more often than not, and Karl'd mentioned drumming as a hobby, so the sticks seemed better. The warmer the drummer's hands get, the stronger the scent of the wood. It seems perfect for Karl.
Up the road, the bulbs Hunter'd been so interested in seeing planted start to bloom in the pretty woman's yard. She doesn't know it, but as Hunter's world moves into autumn, he thinks about her, and wonders if her flowers are as pretty in her yard as they are in her picture. Next year, he'll ask her.
Henry adds music to his playlist, closes that notebook, picks up his backpack and slings it on and grabs his hat on the way out the door to class.
Everywhere are white blossoms, except in Argentina, where Viggo thinks he and Hunter are in the same season. He buys Hunter a postcard of San Lorenzo and a shirt, and puts the parcel in the mail the morning after sleeping curled up around his blanket. 1-0, San Lorenzo.