FIC: If a Tree Falls...
Title: If a Tree Falls...
Series: LotR RPS
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: ViggOrli... Implied Orli/Kate
Disclaimer: Lies... All lies...
Status: Completed
Comments: Figures my first ViggOrli fic would be angsty...
IF A TREE FALLS
by Ryuuen
Sunset. Twilight. Yellow and orange and red mingling, blending with the darkness in the horizon. Artist's eyes, admiring the view. Painter's hands, shaking, never daring to reach out for the only one it yearns to worship. Brown on olive on brown... White. The artist turns away, blinded. Lets his thoughts fly to where there is nothing, to where his dreams are formed and destroyed, to where artist's hands paint memories, hold on to life and exuberance and light -- his world, his everything. And yet...
"Vig..."
Soft, accented, warm. Butter and honey and chocolate. Warmth.
"Orlando..."
A shuffle, tentative footsteps approaching. Familiar. And when he closes his eyes, he could almost imagine things as they could be, things as they are supposed to be. Almost...
"Enjoying yourself?"
An empty question, a filling presence. He wants to laugh at the irony, but only manages to smile.
"Of course."
"You're lying."
Silence. Long. Heavy. Oppressive. Too much... So unlike the ones that were once shared on moonlit nights and quiet afternoons that remind him of soft caresses and gentle hands and innocent touches, bittersweet kisses... Trusting brown eyes filled with...
"It's beautiful here. One of my favorite places, y'know."
Softly, hesitantly. And he finally turns to face the one he once held in his arms, under the stars, five years and a lifetime ago. And he nods.
"It is."
A gentle face, unchanged. Just as he remembers. And yet... He stares into orbs of molten chocolate -- tracing, remembering...
"It's been five years now right?"
Husky voice, soft, almost... He is surprised.
Brown eyes blink, then look away. "Yeah." A whisper. "I missed you."
Artist's eyes taking in beauty and elegance and sorrow and...
"I missed you too, Orli."
Painter's hands not quite touching trembling skin, longing to brush away what? Tears? Sadness? Pain?
"You left."
Soft, not accusing. Almost wistful.
"I did. It was for the best."
A statement. A truth neither of them believe. And yet...
"I loved you, Vig. You know that..." Soft, still so soft. "I still love you." Full of an emotion he never expected to be worthy of. And then a question -- tired, wondering...
"Did you ever love me?"
Blue eyes waver, the ocean waters stir. And then...
A lingering touch. Skin on skin. Palm on cheek, wiping away wetness. Caressing. Long overdue...
"Don't cry, Orli..."
Not really an answer. A tender kiss. Lips on lips. Soft, gentle, careful, now forbidden. It was enough.
Their eyes meet -- a communion of sorts. An eternity of words unspoken and hurt and pain and longing and regret. Time stands still for two souls parted forever. And then...
"Orli?"
Questioning, firm, stern. Cold. Eyes look away, bodies spring apart. The moment is broken and time moves on.
"Kate's looking for you. Don't you know how impolite it is for the groom to leave his bride at the reception to entertain the visitors alone?"
A disapproving glare.
Brown eyes widen. "I'm sorry, Robin. Viggo and I..."
"Whatever. You're needed inside."
A sigh. "I guess I have to go now, Vig." Sad, apologetic, mourning -- makes the artist think of a funeral. The funeral of two hearts at a wedding. Ironic. But he could do nothing.
So artist's eyes simply watch as his beauty, his world, his love, his life, his everything, walked away from him as he did that fateful night five years and a lifetime ago. And he couldn't help but regret not saying the right words before it was too late... But then...
"Orli?"
A pause. Footsteps halt. Acknowledgement.
"If an old tree falls in the forest alone, with no one to witness its fall, did it fall at all?"
Trembling. Wondering. Silence.
Softly. "It did."
Realization. Understanding. Brown eyes flood over.
"I know, Vig. I think I've always known."
And the tears fall.
End.
Feed back will be appreciated.
Cross-posted at viggorli,suffer_slash,ashes_of_beauty and _insatiable_... In short, everywhere...
[EDIT: Now posted on fellow_shippers too... I knew I forgot something... *sheepish grin*]
[EDIT2: Now I remember where I first read the whole "If a tree falls" thing... It was from a Gundam Wing Heero/Quatre fanfic... Just altered it a bit to fit this pairing... *huggles*]
Series: LotR RPS
Genre: Angst
Rating: PG
Pairing: ViggOrli... Implied Orli/Kate
Disclaimer: Lies... All lies...
Status: Completed
Comments: Figures my first ViggOrli fic would be angsty...
IF A TREE FALLS
by Ryuuen
Sunset. Twilight. Yellow and orange and red mingling, blending with the darkness in the horizon. Artist's eyes, admiring the view. Painter's hands, shaking, never daring to reach out for the only one it yearns to worship. Brown on olive on brown... White. The artist turns away, blinded. Lets his thoughts fly to where there is nothing, to where his dreams are formed and destroyed, to where artist's hands paint memories, hold on to life and exuberance and light -- his world, his everything. And yet...
"Vig..."
Soft, accented, warm. Butter and honey and chocolate. Warmth.
"Orlando..."
A shuffle, tentative footsteps approaching. Familiar. And when he closes his eyes, he could almost imagine things as they could be, things as they are supposed to be. Almost...
"Enjoying yourself?"
An empty question, a filling presence. He wants to laugh at the irony, but only manages to smile.
"Of course."
"You're lying."
Silence. Long. Heavy. Oppressive. Too much... So unlike the ones that were once shared on moonlit nights and quiet afternoons that remind him of soft caresses and gentle hands and innocent touches, bittersweet kisses... Trusting brown eyes filled with...
"It's beautiful here. One of my favorite places, y'know."
Softly, hesitantly. And he finally turns to face the one he once held in his arms, under the stars, five years and a lifetime ago. And he nods.
"It is."
A gentle face, unchanged. Just as he remembers. And yet... He stares into orbs of molten chocolate -- tracing, remembering...
"It's been five years now right?"
Husky voice, soft, almost... He is surprised.
Brown eyes blink, then look away. "Yeah." A whisper. "I missed you."
Artist's eyes taking in beauty and elegance and sorrow and...
"I missed you too, Orli."
Painter's hands not quite touching trembling skin, longing to brush away what? Tears? Sadness? Pain?
"You left."
Soft, not accusing. Almost wistful.
"I did. It was for the best."
A statement. A truth neither of them believe. And yet...
"I loved you, Vig. You know that..." Soft, still so soft. "I still love you." Full of an emotion he never expected to be worthy of. And then a question -- tired, wondering...
"Did you ever love me?"
Blue eyes waver, the ocean waters stir. And then...
A lingering touch. Skin on skin. Palm on cheek, wiping away wetness. Caressing. Long overdue...
"Don't cry, Orli..."
Not really an answer. A tender kiss. Lips on lips. Soft, gentle, careful, now forbidden. It was enough.
Their eyes meet -- a communion of sorts. An eternity of words unspoken and hurt and pain and longing and regret. Time stands still for two souls parted forever. And then...
"Orli?"
Questioning, firm, stern. Cold. Eyes look away, bodies spring apart. The moment is broken and time moves on.
"Kate's looking for you. Don't you know how impolite it is for the groom to leave his bride at the reception to entertain the visitors alone?"
A disapproving glare.
Brown eyes widen. "I'm sorry, Robin. Viggo and I..."
"Whatever. You're needed inside."
A sigh. "I guess I have to go now, Vig." Sad, apologetic, mourning -- makes the artist think of a funeral. The funeral of two hearts at a wedding. Ironic. But he could do nothing.
So artist's eyes simply watch as his beauty, his world, his love, his life, his everything, walked away from him as he did that fateful night five years and a lifetime ago. And he couldn't help but regret not saying the right words before it was too late... But then...
"Orli?"
A pause. Footsteps halt. Acknowledgement.
"If an old tree falls in the forest alone, with no one to witness its fall, did it fall at all?"
Trembling. Wondering. Silence.
Softly. "It did."
Realization. Understanding. Brown eyes flood over.
"I know, Vig. I think I've always known."
And the tears fall.
End.
Feed back will be appreciated.
Cross-posted at viggorli,suffer_slash,ashes_of_beauty and _insatiable_... In short, everywhere...
[EDIT: Now posted on fellow_shippers too... I knew I forgot something... *sheepish grin*]
[EDIT2: Now I remember where I first read the whole "If a tree falls" thing... It was from a Gundam Wing Heero/Quatre fanfic... Just altered it a bit to fit this pairing... *huggles*]