Title: Out of Exile
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 someone unexpected.
Notes: A drabble, following directly from
Out of Sight and
Out of Mind. Unlike
Out of Time (the alternate ending to this tale), this is the version of the story that I originally intended to write. Many thanks to
savageseraph for giving it a quick once over and proclaiming it ready to fly.
Reminder: This drabble follows directly on the heels of
Out of Mind, not
Out of Time. The latter is essentially another possibility, the flipside of this coin, if you will, but does not inhabit the same timeline as the story you're reading now.
Out of Exile
By Galadriel
"Love? It's not about love, Sean."
"Yeah. It's me."
With confirmation came whip-sharp lashings of memory brought back in an eyeblink. Yet he had no stream of scorn and scathing damnation, flaying emotion from meaning. Instead, silence settled, reigning over mind and mouth. Ice formed in burned-out fissures, flash-freezing every fantasized reply.
"I need to talk to you. ...Can we?" The waver was familiar, one Sean'd once heard in his own syllables, hurt and heartache laid bare as Viggo left without leaving.
Sean's throat closed around denial, resisting his refusal. Silence seemed safer.
"...Please?"
Pleading was new. His lips parted. "Yes."
END
(January 25, 2007)
Continue on to
Out of Nowhere.
Crossposted to
sons_of_gondor,
rugbytackle,
fellow_shippers.