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fellowshippers2004-07-28 12:19 pm
glass-moment.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-07-28 12:19 pm
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(meaning no ill towards David Wenham or his mother's best friend)
Because Mandy wanted David.
intended as DW/SB, but if it worked, it's only very, very mild.
Days pass, slow and monotonous. Dave feels alone, stranded in a life that insists on going forward, despite his attempts to reverse its direction. He was part of something once, albeit a small part, and he likes to remember to help him get by. Some of the others, the more important ones, are still caught up in it. He tries not to mind. Weeks pass. Life continues. Dave feels forgotten.
His mother's best friend is diagnosed with severe breast cancer. He has a sudden urge to call Sean, just to talk to him, but thoughts of what might result stop him in time. What would he say, anyway? Hi, Dave here. Been a long time, no? Some months. Anyway, just had a startling realization that life royally sucks sometimes. Fancy a go at changing the world for me?
Instead he watches his mother cry in silence, because it's alright feels like a lie even before he says it.
He goes to the friend's funeral. The weather does not cooperate with the occasion- there is not a cloud in the sky and the sun beats down mercilessly. Nevertheless, Dave feels cold, even as he sweats inside his black clothing. He aches for Sean's strength, Sean's arms to hold him up. They were brothers for a time, their bond altered and somehow strengthened by the fact that they weren't actually related. Dave feels for that bond now, the one that means Sean is with him, if not here. He doesn't find it. Gondor is only a fantasy, after all, and its sons are disillusioned and far from home.
Dave considers the phone when he gets home, but Sean is living his own life on some other continent and he doesn't want to bother with the time difference, anyway.
Dave goes to the local theater the last day they are showing Return of the King. It is mostly empty except for a few of the most devoted fangirls, the type he is pretty sure are more there for the actors than the story. He pays little attention to the movie- he's seen it countless times already- instead spending the hours in a haze of nostalgia. He comes back to himself when the credits are about halfway through. The only other people left are two preteen girls a few rows in front of him who are deep in the midst of a heated argument (ElijahOrlandoElijahOrlando). He stands and leaves, laughing ruefully to himself when the girls don't even spare him a glance as he passes. Ah, the insignificance of being David Wenham.
Feeling unusually bitter and reminiscent, he sits down with the Two Towers Extended Edition when he gets home. Halfway through he gets up and rifles through an old address book he purposefully left at the bottom of a pile. Dialogue he still knows like the back of his hand flows quietly from the other room as he leaves a message with Sean's agent.
Nothing much changes. Some days later, the phone rings- Sean. He is in town on business for a while, is David free? Yes, yes, he's in between projects now, plenty of time. Just drop by, he'll be here. He doesn't point out how preposterous it is that Sean would have business anywhere remotely approaching anywhere near the vicinity. He simply agrees with that familiar voice. Just like always.
Sean arrives at his door with empty hands and an open smile. They embrace on sight, standing on the front stoop for long minutes until David can relax and just let Sean hold him, which seems to be what Sean wants to do. Not that he has a problem with it.
"Missed you," mutters Sean into his shoulder. He agrees, because, well, that's what he always does. When they separate, Sean inspects him closely, for all the world like an older sibling, before throwing an arm around his shoulders and leading him into his own house.
"So, how are things, little brother?"
Dave has a sudden feeling that all is right with the world. It tastes a lot like relief.
Sean stays with him for a week. After he leaves, days pass. Dave feels alone, and significant. Life continues.
Because Mandy wanted David.
intended as DW/SB, but if it worked, it's only very, very mild.
Days pass, slow and monotonous. Dave feels alone, stranded in a life that insists on going forward, despite his attempts to reverse its direction. He was part of something once, albeit a small part, and he likes to remember to help him get by. Some of the others, the more important ones, are still caught up in it. He tries not to mind. Weeks pass. Life continues. Dave feels forgotten.
His mother's best friend is diagnosed with severe breast cancer. He has a sudden urge to call Sean, just to talk to him, but thoughts of what might result stop him in time. What would he say, anyway? Hi, Dave here. Been a long time, no? Some months. Anyway, just had a startling realization that life royally sucks sometimes. Fancy a go at changing the world for me?
Instead he watches his mother cry in silence, because it's alright feels like a lie even before he says it.
He goes to the friend's funeral. The weather does not cooperate with the occasion- there is not a cloud in the sky and the sun beats down mercilessly. Nevertheless, Dave feels cold, even as he sweats inside his black clothing. He aches for Sean's strength, Sean's arms to hold him up. They were brothers for a time, their bond altered and somehow strengthened by the fact that they weren't actually related. Dave feels for that bond now, the one that means Sean is with him, if not here. He doesn't find it. Gondor is only a fantasy, after all, and its sons are disillusioned and far from home.
Dave considers the phone when he gets home, but Sean is living his own life on some other continent and he doesn't want to bother with the time difference, anyway.
Dave goes to the local theater the last day they are showing Return of the King. It is mostly empty except for a few of the most devoted fangirls, the type he is pretty sure are more there for the actors than the story. He pays little attention to the movie- he's seen it countless times already- instead spending the hours in a haze of nostalgia. He comes back to himself when the credits are about halfway through. The only other people left are two preteen girls a few rows in front of him who are deep in the midst of a heated argument (ElijahOrlandoElijahOrlando). He stands and leaves, laughing ruefully to himself when the girls don't even spare him a glance as he passes. Ah, the insignificance of being David Wenham.
Feeling unusually bitter and reminiscent, he sits down with the Two Towers Extended Edition when he gets home. Halfway through he gets up and rifles through an old address book he purposefully left at the bottom of a pile. Dialogue he still knows like the back of his hand flows quietly from the other room as he leaves a message with Sean's agent.
Nothing much changes. Some days later, the phone rings- Sean. He is in town on business for a while, is David free? Yes, yes, he's in between projects now, plenty of time. Just drop by, he'll be here. He doesn't point out how preposterous it is that Sean would have business anywhere remotely approaching anywhere near the vicinity. He simply agrees with that familiar voice. Just like always.
Sean arrives at his door with empty hands and an open smile. They embrace on sight, standing on the front stoop for long minutes until David can relax and just let Sean hold him, which seems to be what Sean wants to do. Not that he has a problem with it.
"Missed you," mutters Sean into his shoulder. He agrees, because, well, that's what he always does. When they separate, Sean inspects him closely, for all the world like an older sibling, before throwing an arm around his shoulders and leading him into his own house.
"So, how are things, little brother?"
Dave has a sudden feeling that all is right with the world. It tastes a lot like relief.
Sean stays with him for a week. After he leaves, days pass. Dave feels alone, and significant. Life continues.