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New: Will You Remember? 7/9 (LOTRps Viggo/Elijah) [NC-17]
Hi everyone!
This is a fairly short piece of WYR, but posting it with the next section would have been too long. I hope to post the next section tonight as well. And then... there will only be the GRAND finale left!
Saklani
Title: Will You Remember
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Wymsie *covers her with kisses*
Disclaimer:We do not own these men, or anything else mentioned here. We are not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And We are NOT them nor is what we put down here real.
Summary: An artist and photographer strikes up an unlikely partnership with a prostitute.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by a line in one of Curthose's lovely Viggo/Elijah fictions. I would tell you which line, but that would give away a lot of plot, so I'm holding out on everyone. This is definitely an AU with large liberties taken with both men. Please forgive us our trespasses. I hope you enjoy!
Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart,
Though our paths may sever,
To life's last faint ember,
Will you remember?
Elijah fell asleep easily, his mind and body tired, in the happy way of having a good day with good company. He expected nothing but good dreams that night. He was wrong. The memory that had troubled him for those few moments earlier broke through defenses so deep, Elijah did not even know they were there.
His dreams were fragmented images, starting with the same one he had seen before. But there were several other images of himself, always from the perspective of staring into his own eyes, and unable to see who was hurting him. Pain and fear grew in his dreams, and it translated to his physical body. Just a little at first, as he tossed on the bed, a soft whimper sounding every now and again. Soon, Elijah thrashed and cried, his body acting out the memories and emotions from his dream.
Viggo woke up suddenly, body and mind alert and tense. For a moment, he had no idea what woke him-- the cabin seemed still and silent as ever. And then a small cry broke the night air, sending a chill up Viggo's spine to tremble his shoulders. He threw off the covers without thinking, plunging into the cold air and hurrying down the hall toward the other bedroom.
He entered and peered through the darkness, aware of the bed creaking and thudding the floor as if its occupant were deliberately trying to smash it. Hands in front of him, he sought and finally found the thrashing man, pulling him out of the covers and into his arms. "Wake up," he said, gently into an ear. "You're dreaming, Monkey. It's not real. You need to wake up for me. You're all right, nobody is going to hurt you. Wake up."
Elijah continued to thrash in Viggo's arms, mind awash with disconnected images that flooded him with fear, blocking out the comfort of Viggo's presence. Finally, the soft soothing voice broke through, and Elijah woke in tears, crying and clinging to Viggo.
"Shhh," Viggo soothed, rubbing his model's small back with a large, warm hand. "You're safe now. I've got you. I'm not letting go. Everything will be all right." He picked him up and carried him to the other room, sitting on that bed and wrapping a large quilt around them both. He kissed away a few tears.
Elijah curled into Viggo trustingly, soaking up his comfort, kind works and affection like a starving animal offered food for the first time, and let the tears flow, scalding his cheeks.
Viggo whispered soft little words in his ears and held him tightly, but lovingly, at the same time. He pressed kisses to a warm brow and cheeks stained with salt water.
Elijah could not seem to get control of the tears, his feelings of pain and sorrow overwhelming him. All he could do was cling to Viggo and let it out, his body shaking with the force.
Somewhat stunned by this sudden burst of emotion, Viggo let the smaller man cling to him, even when the grip turned painful. Nothing seemed to help calm the storm of tears, so Viggo just hung on and waited for them to run their course. He wondered how long they had been in coming.
With the abruptness of a slammed door Elijah's tears stopped, although his body still shook with the emotions. He took a deep shuddering breath, lifting his head, eyes red and swollen from his crying, to look at Viggo, his confusion plain to see.
Rubbing away one of the last tears, Viggo whispered, "My poor Monkey. What happened?"
"I- I had a bad dream?" Elijah knew the description did not describe what had happened, what he had felt and experienced, but he did not know hot to describe what had happened.
"Do you want to share it with me?" Viggo asked in his gentlest voice. He pulled the covers more snugly around them both, paying particular attention to make sure his model was well covered.
"I..." Elijah was torn, he needed to let it out, but he was not sure he could talk about his dream. The images were burrowing back into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind, going back to hiding. "I don't know if I can."
"All right." Viggo pressed a kiss exactly in the middle of his forehead. "If you ever want to tell me, you know I will be here for you. Do you want anything? A drink, perhaps?"
"Don't- don't leave. Please." Elijah's already pale skin turned whiter at the thought of Viggo leaving him right then.
"No, of course not," Viggo said. He found a small hand and wrapped his fingers around the corresponding digits. "Do you want to sleep here with me for the rest of the night?"
Elijah nodded eagerly. "Please... I know you'll keep the bad dreams away."
"You are so sure of me," Viggo said, feeling himself flush very slightly in pleasure. "I hope you are right. When I heard you cry out... I hated hearing you in such pain and fear."
"I'm sorry for waking you." Elijah's voice was soft and a little ashamed.
"Please do not apologize," Viggo said. "It was not your fault. And I am glad I woke up and could help you. I am glad I was here for you..." He trailed off, the sincere note in his voice surprising even himself.
Elijah searched Viggo's eyes for a long time, before he leaned forward, pressed their bodies together and laid his cheek against Viggo's, whispering "Thank you" several times.
Viggo laid back, adjusting so the smaller body lay completely over his own. He cradled his model in strong arms, settling the covers around them warmly. "Comfortable?"
"Elijah." It was the softest whisper, perhaps too soft for Viggo to hear, even though Elijah's mouth was hardly a few inches from Viggo's ear.
For a moment, Viggo narrowed his eyes, his face wrinkled in confusion. Then as if the sun suddenly dawned somewhere deep inside him, his face and eyes lit up from within. "Elijah," he whispered back, savoring the taste of the name on his tongue.
Elijah's shivered, pressing closer, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He let the wonderful feeling of Viggo arms around him wash away his fear. "Its like I'm watching myself... staring into my own eyes... I'm in pain... I can feel it, see it on my face... there is someone behind me... hurting me."
Viggo swallowed hard, brushing Elijah's mussed hair with a slightly trembling hand. Images of who might be hurting the small, pale man in his arms caused a surge of protective anger and despair to wash over him in uncomfortable waves. He did not know what to say, how to respond, but he forced some words out of his mouth, "Was it more than a dream?"
"I- I don't know. I... it kinda feels like a memory. But I don't remember it... and... I'm looking at myself, how can I be looking at myself in a memory? I'm crying... crying and in pain... but, I'm looking at myself. It doesn't make sense." He started to get emotional again, as he probed the memories, trying to understand.
"Shhh," Viggo whispered, feeling Elijah tense and start to shiver a little. "Don't force it, Elijah. Whatever it is, you're safe now. You're safe with me."
"I just don't understand... I don't want to have another dream..." Elijah said plaintively, wriggling down Viggo's body enough to lay his cheek on Viggo's shoulder. He breathed deeply, trying to gather his control.
"I don't want you to feel so scared and sad," Viggo said in agreement. He strained his neck a little to see Elijah, looking down at him. "Sleep now. I'll keep watch over you. I promise. And... thank you... for your name."
Elijah closed his eyes and then opened them again as all he could see was his own tear streaked face. "You- you are welcome." Elijah stares into the room, almost completely blind in the darkness, but unwilling to venture back into his dream.
"You're not relaxing," Viggo said after a few moments. He moved around a little to get them even more comfortably situated. "Can I help you in any way?"
"I'm afraid to sleep. I know you'll keep me safe from anything out there, but can you protect me from my mind?" Elijah whispered in the dark.
"I don't know, Elijah," Viggo said, "but I can wake you before you get lost in the dreams. I can hold you and let you know you're safe, even when they scare you so terribly."
"Why? Why are you doing this? Why do you care, Viggo? I'm just- just a whore, why do you care?" The question burned with the curiosity behind it. Elijah needed to know, right then and there.
"You're a person," Viggo said with quiet conviction. "You were a person to me that first night I pulled up and you sauntered over, so sure of yourself and what I wanted from you. And you've only become more to me since... sharing yourself, the real you, with me when you did not know me from any other john. Letting me drag you around to pose and coming up here with me. Being a whore, that doesn't matter to me, Elijah. You matter to me. You."
Elijah did not respond for a long time, letting the words work through his mind, and heart over and over until he nodded. "The world would be a better place if more people were like you, Viggo."
Chuckling, Viggo shook his head a little. "I trust too much. You told me that yourself, Elijah."
"Maybe if more people trusted, and people valued trust as they should..." Elijah sighed, nuzzling his face into Viggo's neck.
"Listen to you, Elijah... hear how you've changed." Viggo cupped the back of Elijah's head and tilted it up to press a kiss to his mouth. "Do you value trust?"
"I value yours."
"I won't break your trust, Elijah," Viggo promised. He gently refitted Elijah back against his neck and breathed deeply.
The sound was very soothing to Elijah, and he whispered softly, "My Viggo." His lips quirked into a smile as he closed his eyes, no longer afraid. "I believe you."
"Sleep now," Viggo said softly, feeling the smile against his neck, "and may your dreams be pleasant."
The only response was the sound of Elijah breathing, deepening slowly until it reached the rhythm of deep sleep.
Viggo kept himself awake for the next hour or so, ready to wake Elijah if the dreams returned, but eventually, he drifted off himself into a land of blue eyes and pale skin.
This is a fairly short piece of WYR, but posting it with the next section would have been too long. I hope to post the next section tonight as well. And then... there will only be the GRAND finale left!
Saklani
Title: Will You Remember
Author: Saklani (saklani@wildmail.com) and Wushu
Codes: Viggo/Elijah
Rating: NC-17
Beta: Wymsie *covers her with kisses*
Disclaimer:We do not own these men, or anything else mentioned here. We are not looking to make money from this... God forbid. And We are NOT them nor is what we put down here real.
Summary: An artist and photographer strikes up an unlikely partnership with a prostitute.
Author's Notes: This story was inspired by a line in one of Curthose's lovely Viggo/Elijah fictions. I would tell you which line, but that would give away a lot of plot, so I'm holding out on everyone. This is definitely an AU with large liberties taken with both men. Please forgive us our trespasses. I hope you enjoy!
Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart,
Though our paths may sever,
To life's last faint ember,
Will you remember?
Elijah fell asleep easily, his mind and body tired, in the happy way of having a good day with good company. He expected nothing but good dreams that night. He was wrong. The memory that had troubled him for those few moments earlier broke through defenses so deep, Elijah did not even know they were there.
His dreams were fragmented images, starting with the same one he had seen before. But there were several other images of himself, always from the perspective of staring into his own eyes, and unable to see who was hurting him. Pain and fear grew in his dreams, and it translated to his physical body. Just a little at first, as he tossed on the bed, a soft whimper sounding every now and again. Soon, Elijah thrashed and cried, his body acting out the memories and emotions from his dream.
Viggo woke up suddenly, body and mind alert and tense. For a moment, he had no idea what woke him-- the cabin seemed still and silent as ever. And then a small cry broke the night air, sending a chill up Viggo's spine to tremble his shoulders. He threw off the covers without thinking, plunging into the cold air and hurrying down the hall toward the other bedroom.
He entered and peered through the darkness, aware of the bed creaking and thudding the floor as if its occupant were deliberately trying to smash it. Hands in front of him, he sought and finally found the thrashing man, pulling him out of the covers and into his arms. "Wake up," he said, gently into an ear. "You're dreaming, Monkey. It's not real. You need to wake up for me. You're all right, nobody is going to hurt you. Wake up."
Elijah continued to thrash in Viggo's arms, mind awash with disconnected images that flooded him with fear, blocking out the comfort of Viggo's presence. Finally, the soft soothing voice broke through, and Elijah woke in tears, crying and clinging to Viggo.
"Shhh," Viggo soothed, rubbing his model's small back with a large, warm hand. "You're safe now. I've got you. I'm not letting go. Everything will be all right." He picked him up and carried him to the other room, sitting on that bed and wrapping a large quilt around them both. He kissed away a few tears.
Elijah curled into Viggo trustingly, soaking up his comfort, kind works and affection like a starving animal offered food for the first time, and let the tears flow, scalding his cheeks.
Viggo whispered soft little words in his ears and held him tightly, but lovingly, at the same time. He pressed kisses to a warm brow and cheeks stained with salt water.
Elijah could not seem to get control of the tears, his feelings of pain and sorrow overwhelming him. All he could do was cling to Viggo and let it out, his body shaking with the force.
Somewhat stunned by this sudden burst of emotion, Viggo let the smaller man cling to him, even when the grip turned painful. Nothing seemed to help calm the storm of tears, so Viggo just hung on and waited for them to run their course. He wondered how long they had been in coming.
With the abruptness of a slammed door Elijah's tears stopped, although his body still shook with the emotions. He took a deep shuddering breath, lifting his head, eyes red and swollen from his crying, to look at Viggo, his confusion plain to see.
Rubbing away one of the last tears, Viggo whispered, "My poor Monkey. What happened?"
"I- I had a bad dream?" Elijah knew the description did not describe what had happened, what he had felt and experienced, but he did not know hot to describe what had happened.
"Do you want to share it with me?" Viggo asked in his gentlest voice. He pulled the covers more snugly around them both, paying particular attention to make sure his model was well covered.
"I..." Elijah was torn, he needed to let it out, but he was not sure he could talk about his dream. The images were burrowing back into the deepest, darkest corner of his mind, going back to hiding. "I don't know if I can."
"All right." Viggo pressed a kiss exactly in the middle of his forehead. "If you ever want to tell me, you know I will be here for you. Do you want anything? A drink, perhaps?"
"Don't- don't leave. Please." Elijah's already pale skin turned whiter at the thought of Viggo leaving him right then.
"No, of course not," Viggo said. He found a small hand and wrapped his fingers around the corresponding digits. "Do you want to sleep here with me for the rest of the night?"
Elijah nodded eagerly. "Please... I know you'll keep the bad dreams away."
"You are so sure of me," Viggo said, feeling himself flush very slightly in pleasure. "I hope you are right. When I heard you cry out... I hated hearing you in such pain and fear."
"I'm sorry for waking you." Elijah's voice was soft and a little ashamed.
"Please do not apologize," Viggo said. "It was not your fault. And I am glad I woke up and could help you. I am glad I was here for you..." He trailed off, the sincere note in his voice surprising even himself.
Elijah searched Viggo's eyes for a long time, before he leaned forward, pressed their bodies together and laid his cheek against Viggo's, whispering "Thank you" several times.
Viggo laid back, adjusting so the smaller body lay completely over his own. He cradled his model in strong arms, settling the covers around them warmly. "Comfortable?"
"Elijah." It was the softest whisper, perhaps too soft for Viggo to hear, even though Elijah's mouth was hardly a few inches from Viggo's ear.
For a moment, Viggo narrowed his eyes, his face wrinkled in confusion. Then as if the sun suddenly dawned somewhere deep inside him, his face and eyes lit up from within. "Elijah," he whispered back, savoring the taste of the name on his tongue.
Elijah's shivered, pressing closer, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He let the wonderful feeling of Viggo arms around him wash away his fear. "Its like I'm watching myself... staring into my own eyes... I'm in pain... I can feel it, see it on my face... there is someone behind me... hurting me."
Viggo swallowed hard, brushing Elijah's mussed hair with a slightly trembling hand. Images of who might be hurting the small, pale man in his arms caused a surge of protective anger and despair to wash over him in uncomfortable waves. He did not know what to say, how to respond, but he forced some words out of his mouth, "Was it more than a dream?"
"I- I don't know. I... it kinda feels like a memory. But I don't remember it... and... I'm looking at myself, how can I be looking at myself in a memory? I'm crying... crying and in pain... but, I'm looking at myself. It doesn't make sense." He started to get emotional again, as he probed the memories, trying to understand.
"Shhh," Viggo whispered, feeling Elijah tense and start to shiver a little. "Don't force it, Elijah. Whatever it is, you're safe now. You're safe with me."
"I just don't understand... I don't want to have another dream..." Elijah said plaintively, wriggling down Viggo's body enough to lay his cheek on Viggo's shoulder. He breathed deeply, trying to gather his control.
"I don't want you to feel so scared and sad," Viggo said in agreement. He strained his neck a little to see Elijah, looking down at him. "Sleep now. I'll keep watch over you. I promise. And... thank you... for your name."
Elijah closed his eyes and then opened them again as all he could see was his own tear streaked face. "You- you are welcome." Elijah stares into the room, almost completely blind in the darkness, but unwilling to venture back into his dream.
"You're not relaxing," Viggo said after a few moments. He moved around a little to get them even more comfortably situated. "Can I help you in any way?"
"I'm afraid to sleep. I know you'll keep me safe from anything out there, but can you protect me from my mind?" Elijah whispered in the dark.
"I don't know, Elijah," Viggo said, "but I can wake you before you get lost in the dreams. I can hold you and let you know you're safe, even when they scare you so terribly."
"Why? Why are you doing this? Why do you care, Viggo? I'm just- just a whore, why do you care?" The question burned with the curiosity behind it. Elijah needed to know, right then and there.
"You're a person," Viggo said with quiet conviction. "You were a person to me that first night I pulled up and you sauntered over, so sure of yourself and what I wanted from you. And you've only become more to me since... sharing yourself, the real you, with me when you did not know me from any other john. Letting me drag you around to pose and coming up here with me. Being a whore, that doesn't matter to me, Elijah. You matter to me. You."
Elijah did not respond for a long time, letting the words work through his mind, and heart over and over until he nodded. "The world would be a better place if more people were like you, Viggo."
Chuckling, Viggo shook his head a little. "I trust too much. You told me that yourself, Elijah."
"Maybe if more people trusted, and people valued trust as they should..." Elijah sighed, nuzzling his face into Viggo's neck.
"Listen to you, Elijah... hear how you've changed." Viggo cupped the back of Elijah's head and tilted it up to press a kiss to his mouth. "Do you value trust?"
"I value yours."
"I won't break your trust, Elijah," Viggo promised. He gently refitted Elijah back against his neck and breathed deeply.
The sound was very soothing to Elijah, and he whispered softly, "My Viggo." His lips quirked into a smile as he closed his eyes, no longer afraid. "I believe you."
"Sleep now," Viggo said softly, feeling the smile against his neck, "and may your dreams be pleasant."
The only response was the sound of Elijah breathing, deepening slowly until it reached the rhythm of deep sleep.
Viggo kept himself awake for the next hour or so, ready to wake Elijah if the dreams returned, but eventually, he drifted off himself into a land of blue eyes and pale skin.
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Love the connection which is building between Vig and Lij.
Can't wait for more :)
Lillie
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I love your FB!
Saklani
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Thanks for the FB!
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