The little AU: Falling Leaves: Disappearing
The little AU: Falling Leaves: Disappearing
slashfairy
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A stolen weekend.
The three of them at the house at the end of the Bluff road.
Foggy nights. Sun in the afternoons. The dogs racing up and down the beach with Karl and Orlando. Almost like old times.
But it's not.
Time nor the world stand still for love; lives have ways of weaving in and out of each other more like vines on a wall than like threads of ink blending on wet paper.
It's the way it is now.
So when they come back to the house and he's still sitting there with a pencil in his hand and his hands to his chin and nothing written, he's not moved at all it seems, and Disappearing World on repeat, they just look at each other and nod.
Orlando feeds the dogs. Karl starts the big tub filling. Orlando makes a plate of fruit and chocolate, and gets the wine and glasses. Karl sets out the robes and towels, makes sure the bed's not covered in clothes or dogs. Orlando turns off the music. Viggo doesn't respond to any of it.
They come to where he sits and squat down on either side of his chair and just hold him. Don't try to move him, or make him pay attention to them. Just hold him. Orlando holds his hands, Karl his shoulders. They wait until he sighs, lets his head lean back on Karl's arm, drops his hands into Orlando's, lets the pencil fall to the desk.
Come on. Come get cleaned up, and come to bed.
He nods like a sleepwalker. Sighs again. Lifts his head and focuses.
All right. All right. I will.
He lets them stand, then gets to his own feet.
It's heavy, the world, he says, apropos of nothing.
You can put it down tonight, love, Orlando says.
Let us carry you, Karl says. We'll hold you up.
All right. All right. I will.
They go up the stairs in a line- Karl, then Viggo, then Orlando. As he comes to the top of the stairs Viggo touches the walls, the wood trim Karl put in, looks at his two men and says, I'm glad this house got its people.
I'm glad it's us.
I'm glad we haven't disappeared.
We're here, Karl and Orlando say together.
Yeah, he says. We're here.
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Slowly the truth is loading
I'm weighted down with love
Snow lying deep and even
Strung out and dreaming of
Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don’t it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
They’re threading hope like fire
Down through the desperate blood
Down through the trailing wire
Into the leafless wood
Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don’t it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
I'll be sticking right there with it
I'll be by your side
Sailing like a silver bullet
Hit ‘em ‘tween the eyes
Through the smoke and rising water
Cross the great divide
Baby till it all feels right
Night falling on the city
Sparkling red and gold
Girl, don’t it look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
The House/Charles Bukowski [from PP]
previously: Adjustments
next: Flight
slashfairy
~~
A stolen weekend.
The three of them at the house at the end of the Bluff road.
Foggy nights. Sun in the afternoons. The dogs racing up and down the beach with Karl and Orlando. Almost like old times.
But it's not.
Time nor the world stand still for love; lives have ways of weaving in and out of each other more like vines on a wall than like threads of ink blending on wet paper.
It's the way it is now.
So when they come back to the house and he's still sitting there with a pencil in his hand and his hands to his chin and nothing written, he's not moved at all it seems, and Disappearing World on repeat, they just look at each other and nod.
Orlando feeds the dogs. Karl starts the big tub filling. Orlando makes a plate of fruit and chocolate, and gets the wine and glasses. Karl sets out the robes and towels, makes sure the bed's not covered in clothes or dogs. Orlando turns off the music. Viggo doesn't respond to any of it.
They come to where he sits and squat down on either side of his chair and just hold him. Don't try to move him, or make him pay attention to them. Just hold him. Orlando holds his hands, Karl his shoulders. They wait until he sighs, lets his head lean back on Karl's arm, drops his hands into Orlando's, lets the pencil fall to the desk.
Come on. Come get cleaned up, and come to bed.
He nods like a sleepwalker. Sighs again. Lifts his head and focuses.
All right. All right. I will.
He lets them stand, then gets to his own feet.
It's heavy, the world, he says, apropos of nothing.
You can put it down tonight, love, Orlando says.
Let us carry you, Karl says. We'll hold you up.
All right. All right. I will.
They go up the stairs in a line- Karl, then Viggo, then Orlando. As he comes to the top of the stairs Viggo touches the walls, the wood trim Karl put in, looks at his two men and says, I'm glad this house got its people.
I'm glad it's us.
I'm glad we haven't disappeared.
We're here, Karl and Orlando say together.
Yeah, he says. We're here.
Download
Slowly the truth is loading
I'm weighted down with love
Snow lying deep and even
Strung out and dreaming of
Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don’t it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
They’re threading hope like fire
Down through the desperate blood
Down through the trailing wire
Into the leafless wood
Night falling on the city
Quite something to behold
Don’t it just look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
I'll be sticking right there with it
I'll be by your side
Sailing like a silver bullet
Hit ‘em ‘tween the eyes
Through the smoke and rising water
Cross the great divide
Baby till it all feels right
Night falling on the city
Sparkling red and gold
Girl, don’t it look so pretty
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
This disappearing world
The House/Charles Bukowski [from PP]
previously: Adjustments
next: Flight