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Title: These Are The Seasons, These Are The Reasons
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queen_geek
Rating: PG
Players: Liv/Miranda, Elijah/Billy, Dom/Orlando, Viggo
Summary: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lotrpschallenge 26. How do you choose a favourite season?
Summer
Liv is like summer Miranda thinks as she kisses her. Raspberry lips and a strawberry tongue, skin as soft and pale as cherry blossoms.
Miranda is like summer Liv thinks as she kisses her. Her hair is warm and golden, and her laugh is like a cool breeze on a hot day.
As they lie cuddled together, sweltering in the February heat, they both think that summer is the best season of all.
Winter
Elijah's skin is cool to the touch, and as he sleeps, the pink of his cheeks looks the sunrise on fresh snow. His eyes are the same blue as the height of the sky on a cloudless winter day in Scotland. Every kiss, every touch, is a gift and Billy thinks that every day he spends with Elijah is like Christmas.
Elijah, like winter, is not perfect. There are slushy days, gloomy days, days when all Billy wants is for Elijah to mature, to be more summery. But winter has always been Billy's favourite season, and Elijah is like winter, and that's the way things are, and Billy likes it that way.
Autumn
"Y'know, Dom? You're like autumn."
Dom looks at Orlando, then Orlando's pint glass, then back at Orlando. "How many of those've you had, mate?"
"No, no, I'm not drunk. Really, though, you're like autumn."
Dom quirks an eyebrow up. "Alright then. Orlando, how'm I like autumn?"
"Well, firstly, your hair's the colour of leaves."
"...My hair's the colour of leaves?"
"Yeah. The yellow ones that've gotten wet and then dried out again. Yellowy-brown like."
Elijah pipes up, and Orlando cringes, because he had been sure that Billy had the totality of Elijah's attention. "That's just about the most disgusting compliment I've ever heard."
"What is?" Now Bill is interested, and Orlando wants to drop the whole fucking thing, and why had he thought that this was a good idea?
"Dom's hair looks like dead leaves."
"Nah. Remember that scientist bird who said my eyes were the colour of liver bile?"
Elijah wrinkles his nose. "Right. Sorry, Orlando, you lose. Keep going."
Orlando just wants to shrink so small that he can drown himself in the dregs of his Guinness, but he's in too far to go back now. He takes a drink, then a fortifying breath, and forges on. "Secondly, he smells fresh, clean, like autumn days do." Even as he's saying it, Orlando realizes what a flowery twat he sounds like, and slumps forward so until his forehead thumps solidly on the table. Elijah's laughing so hard he's choking, and Billy's wiping tears from his eyes. Orlando's never going to hear the end of this.
An hour later, Dom drops Elijah and Billy at Bill's flat, and drives on to Orlando's place. An awkward silence fills the car until Dom pulls up to the curb.
"Look, Dom, I didn't mean...Well, I mean...I'm sorry that I'm such a girl, I guess." Orlando grabs for the door handle and his seatbelt release, but stops when Dom's hand folds around his. He looks up and finds Dom much closer than he should be. Before Orlando can speak, Dom kisses him.
Orlando forgets how to breathe. He does remember how to kiss back, though.
"You're not a girl," Dom says later, straddling Orlando's lap and licking his collarbones. "And I'm right glad of it, too. And I'm glad that I remind you of autumn."
Spring
Spring in New Zealand is unlike spring anywhere else, and Viggo can say that with all the wisdom of a man who has travelled the world. The colours are brighter, crisper. It's amazing for photographs.
He stands back from his most recent work, a collage of photographs from October, November, and December in New Zealand, sees the smiles on the faces of the men and women that have changed his life, and wishes he could go back. But he knows as well as any man that you can't ever go back.
He thinks maybe he'll call a travel agent tomorrow. It's time for a new start. Elijah's gone on. Orlando's gone on. Dom's gone on. Sean--both of them--have gone on. It's Viggo's time. He needs some rebirth.
He misses his friends.
He can't go back, so he'll go forward.
Author:
queen_geekRating: PG
Players: Liv/Miranda, Elijah/Billy, Dom/Orlando, Viggo
Summary: For
lotrpschallenge 26. How do you choose a favourite season?Summer
Liv is like summer Miranda thinks as she kisses her. Raspberry lips and a strawberry tongue, skin as soft and pale as cherry blossoms.
Miranda is like summer Liv thinks as she kisses her. Her hair is warm and golden, and her laugh is like a cool breeze on a hot day.
As they lie cuddled together, sweltering in the February heat, they both think that summer is the best season of all.
Winter
Elijah's skin is cool to the touch, and as he sleeps, the pink of his cheeks looks the sunrise on fresh snow. His eyes are the same blue as the height of the sky on a cloudless winter day in Scotland. Every kiss, every touch, is a gift and Billy thinks that every day he spends with Elijah is like Christmas.
Elijah, like winter, is not perfect. There are slushy days, gloomy days, days when all Billy wants is for Elijah to mature, to be more summery. But winter has always been Billy's favourite season, and Elijah is like winter, and that's the way things are, and Billy likes it that way.
Autumn
"Y'know, Dom? You're like autumn."
Dom looks at Orlando, then Orlando's pint glass, then back at Orlando. "How many of those've you had, mate?"
"No, no, I'm not drunk. Really, though, you're like autumn."
Dom quirks an eyebrow up. "Alright then. Orlando, how'm I like autumn?"
"Well, firstly, your hair's the colour of leaves."
"...My hair's the colour of leaves?"
"Yeah. The yellow ones that've gotten wet and then dried out again. Yellowy-brown like."
Elijah pipes up, and Orlando cringes, because he had been sure that Billy had the totality of Elijah's attention. "That's just about the most disgusting compliment I've ever heard."
"What is?" Now Bill is interested, and Orlando wants to drop the whole fucking thing, and why had he thought that this was a good idea?
"Dom's hair looks like dead leaves."
"Nah. Remember that scientist bird who said my eyes were the colour of liver bile?"
Elijah wrinkles his nose. "Right. Sorry, Orlando, you lose. Keep going."
Orlando just wants to shrink so small that he can drown himself in the dregs of his Guinness, but he's in too far to go back now. He takes a drink, then a fortifying breath, and forges on. "Secondly, he smells fresh, clean, like autumn days do." Even as he's saying it, Orlando realizes what a flowery twat he sounds like, and slumps forward so until his forehead thumps solidly on the table. Elijah's laughing so hard he's choking, and Billy's wiping tears from his eyes. Orlando's never going to hear the end of this.
An hour later, Dom drops Elijah and Billy at Bill's flat, and drives on to Orlando's place. An awkward silence fills the car until Dom pulls up to the curb.
"Look, Dom, I didn't mean...Well, I mean...I'm sorry that I'm such a girl, I guess." Orlando grabs for the door handle and his seatbelt release, but stops when Dom's hand folds around his. He looks up and finds Dom much closer than he should be. Before Orlando can speak, Dom kisses him.
Orlando forgets how to breathe. He does remember how to kiss back, though.
"You're not a girl," Dom says later, straddling Orlando's lap and licking his collarbones. "And I'm right glad of it, too. And I'm glad that I remind you of autumn."
Spring
Spring in New Zealand is unlike spring anywhere else, and Viggo can say that with all the wisdom of a man who has travelled the world. The colours are brighter, crisper. It's amazing for photographs.
He stands back from his most recent work, a collage of photographs from October, November, and December in New Zealand, sees the smiles on the faces of the men and women that have changed his life, and wishes he could go back. But he knows as well as any man that you can't ever go back.
He thinks maybe he'll call a travel agent tomorrow. It's time for a new start. Elijah's gone on. Orlando's gone on. Dom's gone on. Sean--both of them--have gone on. It's Viggo's time. He needs some rebirth.
He misses his friends.
He can't go back, so he'll go forward.
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Thank you!
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*fangirls all over you*
*cough* Yeah, I'm all sorts of impressed with everyone who did this challenge cause my lazy ass couldn't think of a single thing.