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[FIC] RPF: from memories so old (drabble)
Consequences of: 1) too much Daniel Defoe and an itching need to write, 2) an idea that refuses to be turned into a longer story, 3) this song on constant repeat. I'm going to stop here so my header doesn't exceed the drabble.
from memories so old
Characters/Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Never happened, product of my imagination.
Summary: I asked you to come over, / And within half an hour, / You were at my door.
Sean's hair is dark now, a glossy brown. He has put on weight. If Viggo is a man for beauty, he would prefer him as he was ten years ago, when his teeth were white, his hair gold and there were not quite so many lines around his eyes.
"Hi," Sean says. Viggo starts, for he had forgotten Sean's voice. Like rough molasses cooked too long; burnt and a little imperfect.
"Hey," he says, and smiles. "Come in."
Viggo puts the kettle on. Raises the camera. There's a dirty bandage on Sean's finger.
He always finds his own perfection.
End
from memories so old
Characters/Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Never happened, product of my imagination.
Summary: I asked you to come over, / And within half an hour, / You were at my door.
Sean's hair is dark now, a glossy brown. He has put on weight. If Viggo is a man for beauty, he would prefer him as he was ten years ago, when his teeth were white, his hair gold and there were not quite so many lines around his eyes.
"Hi," Sean says. Viggo starts, for he had forgotten Sean's voice. Like rough molasses cooked too long; burnt and a little imperfect.
"Hey," he says, and smiles. "Come in."
Viggo puts the kettle on. Raises the camera. There's a dirty bandage on Sean's finger.
He always finds his own perfection.
End