The little AU: Waiting Spring: To boldly go...
The little AU: Waiting Spring: To boldly go...
slashfairy
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He's late to the red carpet, held up by the long line of rambling inquisitors, gossip fuel to the fire and everyone pressed elbow to elbow and lens to lens halfway around the block.
He's late to the red carpet, but when he arrives time stops and he's just there, there with the fans as thrilled as anyone else that it's happened, it's real, the universe has begun anew and he's part of it, not late at all but there in the moment as it is now and has always been.
It's a new place, this moment- it's what every actor wants in his vanity and fears in his private depths. It's the bravery of living up to Bones, of heading out into the lights and the darkness, the unknown and danger and potentially fatal temptations of fame and notoriety, and he's not brave by himself at all, no, he's not alone in this.
In his breast pocket are two photos: one of Viggo, eyes crinkle-smiled and bright and honest and sweet, and one of Orlando, chin rising in that way it does when he's laughing with joy from his heart, pleased for others' good fortune and unable to contain his delight in living in such a world that gives hope, that brings opportunity to always try a little harder, do a little more that it's impossible not to try the last frontier, and it's the three of them- the two with him who've boldly gone into this mad distance-fraught time-riven loving, and it's the two photos over his heart that keep him on the ground when everything around him takes off for the stars.
previously: No-one
next: Restless
slashfairy
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He's late to the red carpet, held up by the long line of rambling inquisitors, gossip fuel to the fire and everyone pressed elbow to elbow and lens to lens halfway around the block.
He's late to the red carpet, but when he arrives time stops and he's just there, there with the fans as thrilled as anyone else that it's happened, it's real, the universe has begun anew and he's part of it, not late at all but there in the moment as it is now and has always been.
It's a new place, this moment- it's what every actor wants in his vanity and fears in his private depths. It's the bravery of living up to Bones, of heading out into the lights and the darkness, the unknown and danger and potentially fatal temptations of fame and notoriety, and he's not brave by himself at all, no, he's not alone in this.
In his breast pocket are two photos: one of Viggo, eyes crinkle-smiled and bright and honest and sweet, and one of Orlando, chin rising in that way it does when he's laughing with joy from his heart, pleased for others' good fortune and unable to contain his delight in living in such a world that gives hope, that brings opportunity to always try a little harder, do a little more that it's impossible not to try the last frontier, and it's the three of them- the two with him who've boldly gone into this mad distance-fraught time-riven loving, and it's the two photos over his heart that keep him on the ground when everything around him takes off for the stars.
previously: No-one
next: Restless