A Dawning Sense of Peace - Sean and Elijah tribble - PG13
Title: A Dawning Sense of Peace
Rating: PG-13 - Just for slashiness
Pairing: Sean Astin/Elijah Wood
Prompt: Noise
This tribble flows from the two which preceded it, ' Hitting the Limit' and ' They Danced in Silence'. These have been hard to write and invoked painful emotions... but I felt I couldn't leave things where they were. Unbetaed... so all goof up's are mine. Also posting in troubledtribble so please forgive any duplication.
She made a choked noise when he told her and swiveled away.
“Chris, I’m sorry,” he said, gently. “I never wanted this to happen.”
“How long?”
“Chris…”
“How long has this been going on? You and… him.”
“Chris, what…”
“How long, Sean?”
Sean sighed. “Since New Zealand.”
She spun toward him, her face white with shock. “You’ve been lovers…”
“No! Not lovers. But my feelings for him began there.”
“But you’re lovers now,” she stated flatly.
Sean’s stomach twisted with repugnance at the thought of allowing someone else… anyone else… entry into the intimate world he shared with Elijah. This world was precious to him… and private. Not for public viewing or private condemnation.
He almost refused to answer then pushed the thought aside. This was his wife, and like it or not she had a right to know. ‘I’ve done this, he thought miserably. ’I’ve left us wide open to being judged this way. God, Elijah, I’m sorry.’
“Yes,” he admitted softly. “We’re lovers now.”
“Elijah,” she said, her voice leaden. “You’re gay now and in love with Elijah.”
Sean winced as his wife looked at him in disgust. “Well, that’s just fucking peachy!”
“Chris…”
“Is that what you plan to tell our children? That daddy and mommy are separating because daddy’s got the hots for Uncle Elijah?”
“I have no plans to separate,” Sean said wearily. “Chris, please…”
“What then, Sean?” she asked angrily. “He gets Monday, Wednesday, Friday and every other weekend?”
Sean’s head fell forward into his hands. He’d known that bitterness and rancor would be his reward for speaking. But even in this dark moment of agony, he felt a glimmer of hope stir within him. The poison of his lies was seeping away. And through his pain there was a dawning sense… of peace.
Rating: PG-13 - Just for slashiness
Pairing: Sean Astin/Elijah Wood
Prompt: Noise
This tribble flows from the two which preceded it, ' Hitting the Limit' and ' They Danced in Silence'. These have been hard to write and invoked painful emotions... but I felt I couldn't leave things where they were. Unbetaed... so all goof up's are mine. Also posting in troubledtribble so please forgive any duplication.
She made a choked noise when he told her and swiveled away.
“Chris, I’m sorry,” he said, gently. “I never wanted this to happen.”
“How long?”
“Chris…”
“How long has this been going on? You and… him.”
“Chris, what…”
“How long, Sean?”
Sean sighed. “Since New Zealand.”
She spun toward him, her face white with shock. “You’ve been lovers…”
“No! Not lovers. But my feelings for him began there.”
“But you’re lovers now,” she stated flatly.
Sean’s stomach twisted with repugnance at the thought of allowing someone else… anyone else… entry into the intimate world he shared with Elijah. This world was precious to him… and private. Not for public viewing or private condemnation.
He almost refused to answer then pushed the thought aside. This was his wife, and like it or not she had a right to know. ‘I’ve done this, he thought miserably. ’I’ve left us wide open to being judged this way. God, Elijah, I’m sorry.’
“Yes,” he admitted softly. “We’re lovers now.”
“Elijah,” she said, her voice leaden. “You’re gay now and in love with Elijah.”
Sean winced as his wife looked at him in disgust. “Well, that’s just fucking peachy!”
“Chris…”
“Is that what you plan to tell our children? That daddy and mommy are separating because daddy’s got the hots for Uncle Elijah?”
“I have no plans to separate,” Sean said wearily. “Chris, please…”
“What then, Sean?” she asked angrily. “He gets Monday, Wednesday, Friday and every other weekend?”
Sean’s head fell forward into his hands. He’d known that bitterness and rancor would be his reward for speaking. But even in this dark moment of agony, he felt a glimmer of hope stir within him. The poison of his lies was seeping away. And through his pain there was a dawning sense… of peace.