Poor Sean. Now I feel guilty. I went stalking his house on Google Earth for something to do the other day! (as well as my own in Australia and friends in the USA!)
But it is such a horror for them in Real Life for starters. It must be forever a nasty thought staining the air behind all the glitter and filming work. Trying to live normally without some wierdo trying to breathe your space.
The little pictures got me... the having to be restrained, and yet being practically unable to. Close walking.. shoulders touching, Viggo's 'I remembered to wear shoes' showing how important even the small jokings are between them. And then them on the bed, just looking at each other, naked. Soaking up the remembered sights, renewing the need, the desire to know it is all REAL, there, and asking. And as Helena says, Sean's opening himself, lifting his own knees, needing the assurance of Viggo in him. That is him being so vulnerable, desperately so.
All the time there's that horrible little knowledge behind all the banter, all the words, all the eyes looking at normal things, but still like a maggot wriggling.... the thought.... Viggo thinking they might even have to get rid of the coffee table.... tainted, now horrible.
Whoever it is, he knows them. Knows Sean's jacket, Alec's watch that is of some importance, I don't know what. That particular photo of Sean's hands and the cigarette smoke. It was someone who was there??? when the photo was taken, the jacket was worn in NZ... This is what makes it even more creepy than just a stalker. and all the time, beneath their words, their breaths, there's the tiny glitter of - fear? And the knowledge that this 'person' knows just how much this one man, these two, seek privacy. Sean especially, being such a private person himself. Viggo is feeling Sean's pain/fear as his own as sharp as Sean feels it. There's a sort of 'clatter' to their words, because this creeping slime is - overtaking, coming from behind their minds....... Brilliant.
OH my, we have to wait a week. But then, you are always kind enough to put Part One up before you begin on Part Two, so I read it all over again.
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But it is such a horror for them in Real Life for starters. It must be forever a nasty thought staining the air behind all the glitter and filming work. Trying to live normally without some wierdo trying to breathe your space.
The little pictures got me... the having to be restrained, and yet being practically unable to. Close walking.. shoulders touching, Viggo's 'I remembered to wear shoes' showing how important even the small jokings are between them. And then them on the bed, just looking at each other, naked. Soaking up the remembered sights, renewing the need, the desire to know it is all REAL, there, and asking. And as Helena says, Sean's opening himself, lifting his own knees, needing the assurance of Viggo in him. That is him being so vulnerable, desperately so.
All the time there's that horrible little knowledge behind all the banter, all the words, all the eyes looking at normal things, but still like a maggot wriggling.... the thought.... Viggo thinking they might even have to get rid of the coffee table.... tainted, now horrible.
Whoever it is, he knows them. Knows Sean's jacket, Alec's watch that is of some importance, I don't know what. That particular photo of Sean's hands and the cigarette smoke. It was someone who was there??? when the photo was taken, the jacket was worn in NZ... This is what makes it even more creepy than just a stalker. and all the time, beneath their words, their breaths, there's the tiny glitter of - fear? And the knowledge that this 'person' knows just how much this one man, these two, seek privacy. Sean especially, being such a private person himself. Viggo is feeling Sean's pain/fear as his own as sharp as Sean feels it. There's a sort of 'clatter' to their words, because this creeping slime is - overtaking, coming from behind their minds....... Brilliant.
OH my, we have to wait a week. But then, you are always kind enough to put Part One up before you begin on Part Two, so I read it all over again.