FIC: Out of Sight (LotRPS)
Title: Out of Sight
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotRPS
Pairing: Bean/?
Rating: G
Archive: Lothlorien, sons_of_gondor, and Green Opals.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Absolutely did not happen. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Summary: Sean hopes that things that are out of sight are out of mind.
Notes: A drabble. ...Because I was "in a mood." Sorry, Sean. (Pairing info revealed in the companion/sequel Out of Mind.)
Out of Sight
By Galadriel
"C'mon, Bean, you too! Not scared, are you? Not like you haven't before."
It didn't hurt enough. Sure, bitterness and regret coiled, twined in his gut, his gorge rising, tainting his breath as it soured his heart; but that was separate, distinct. No, these were the smallest, sharpest snap, snap, snaps, throwbacks to stifling classrooms, childish irritants armed with banded rubber against bared arms.
There should be more pain to mark the moment; keener than the first hurt, white-hot and blinding, clean-scrubbing silence.
Sean grimaced. Over quicker than it began. The ink'd fade, but the stains ran far too deep.
END
(August 24, 2006)
Continue on to Out of Mind.
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, rugbytackle, fellow_shippers.
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotRPS
Pairing: Bean/?
Rating: G
Archive: Lothlorien, sons_of_gondor, and Green Opals.
Feedback: Always appreciated.
Disclaimer: Absolutely did not happen. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Summary: Sean hopes that things that are out of sight are out of mind.
Notes: A drabble. ...Because I was "in a mood." Sorry, Sean. (Pairing info revealed in the companion/sequel Out of Mind.)
Out of Sight
By Galadriel
"C'mon, Bean, you too! Not scared, are you? Not like you haven't before."
It didn't hurt enough. Sure, bitterness and regret coiled, twined in his gut, his gorge rising, tainting his breath as it soured his heart; but that was separate, distinct. No, these were the smallest, sharpest snap, snap, snaps, throwbacks to stifling classrooms, childish irritants armed with banded rubber against bared arms.
There should be more pain to mark the moment; keener than the first hurt, white-hot and blinding, clean-scrubbing silence.
Sean grimaced. Over quicker than it began. The ink'd fade, but the stains ran far too deep.
END
(August 24, 2006)
Continue on to Out of Mind.
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, rugbytackle, fellow_shippers.