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Title: Stellar
Rated: NC_17
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Christian Bale
Disclaimer: Real Person Slash. Fiction Need I say more?
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Author: Tarnished_Raven (aka arden_elear)
Email: tarnishedraven@gmail.com
Live Journal:
(New Stuff): tarnished_raven
(Old Stuff): arden_elear
Website:
(All stuff and a fair bit of nonsense)
Under The Echo
Notes: For Ulrike, with thanks.
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Viggo reached around him and cast away his own smoke. “Beautiful night.” His head was tipped back again and the stars were pinpoints in his irises. He wasn’t dressed in a suit, which was surprising as it was kind of de rigueur for these affairs, just a neat, plain shirt and a neutral-colored pair of slacks. Christian noted the minor rebellion and a memory surfaced. “Rather be off taking photos?”
White teeth flashed in the darkness and the narrow shoulders rose and fell. “Or drawing. Or writing. Or fucking.” The laser eyes fixed on Christian’s face for a telling second, then looked away again. “Anything.”
Rated: NC_17
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Christian Bale
Disclaimer: Real Person Slash. Fiction Need I say more?
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Author: Tarnished_Raven (aka arden_elear)
Email: tarnishedraven@gmail.com
Live Journal:
(New Stuff): tarnished_raven
(Old Stuff): arden_elear
Website:
(All stuff and a fair bit of nonsense)
Under The Echo
Notes: For Ulrike, with thanks.
~~~~~~
Viggo reached around him and cast away his own smoke. “Beautiful night.” His head was tipped back again and the stars were pinpoints in his irises. He wasn’t dressed in a suit, which was surprising as it was kind of de rigueur for these affairs, just a neat, plain shirt and a neutral-colored pair of slacks. Christian noted the minor rebellion and a memory surfaced. “Rather be off taking photos?”
White teeth flashed in the darkness and the narrow shoulders rose and fell. “Or drawing. Or writing. Or fucking.” The laser eyes fixed on Christian’s face for a telling second, then looked away again. “Anything.”