FIC: Out of Time (LotRPS)
Title: Out of Time
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotRPS
Pairing: Bean/Viggo
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: On the heels of his first round of laser treatment to remove his Fellowship tattoo, Sean receives a phone call from an old friend.
Warning: Available at the end of the story. I'd prefer if you'd just trust me on this one, however.
Notes: A drabble, following directly from Out of Sight and Out of Mind. It's not the definitive version of the end of this story, but it is one that demanded to be written. Many thanks to savageseraph for her quick and dirty beta.
Out of Time
By Galadriel
"Love? It's not about love, Sean."
"No." A familiar voice, matured with time, stretched tight, frail.
"Orlando."
"Sorry. No one else still had your number. Easiest to use his phone..." Pause; inhale deep, fortification against yet-unspoken truths. "Back from his tour. You must've seen him on telly? Wore his old painted-up shirts, shouting into the wind." Swallow. "Yesterday while riding. Strap broke. Slipped."
Sean's throat went dry, parched for time and sentiment. "He's gone." No question, rebuke, reconciliation possible. His phone snapped shut, not waiting on more words. Whoosh-click, curtain closing, brushing fading marks now pricking, singing with absent pain.
END
(September 4, 2006)
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, rugbytackle, fellow_shippers.
Warning (highlight to view): Character death.
Author: Galadriel (caras_galadhon)
Fandom: LotRPS
Pairing: Bean/Viggo
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: On the heels of his first round of laser treatment to remove his Fellowship tattoo, Sean receives a phone call from an old friend.
Warning: Available at the end of the story. I'd prefer if you'd just trust me on this one, however.
Notes: A drabble, following directly from Out of Sight and Out of Mind. It's not the definitive version of the end of this story, but it is one that demanded to be written. Many thanks to savageseraph for her quick and dirty beta.
Out of Time
By Galadriel
"Love? It's not about love, Sean."
"No." A familiar voice, matured with time, stretched tight, frail.
"Orlando."
"Sorry. No one else still had your number. Easiest to use his phone..." Pause; inhale deep, fortification against yet-unspoken truths. "Back from his tour. You must've seen him on telly? Wore his old painted-up shirts, shouting into the wind." Swallow. "Yesterday while riding. Strap broke. Slipped."
Sean's throat went dry, parched for time and sentiment. "He's gone." No question, rebuke, reconciliation possible. His phone snapped shut, not waiting on more words. Whoosh-click, curtain closing, brushing fading marks now pricking, singing with absent pain.
END
(September 4, 2006)
Crossposted to sons_of_gondor, rugbytackle, fellow_shippers.
Warning (highlight to view): Character death.