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Title: Happy
Author: Bartleby
Fandom: LoTrips
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Billy Boyd
Rating: G
Summary: It’s the simple things
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: I don't know these dudes, I don't claim to.
Notes: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
15minuteficltes, word #1 challenge, which was happy.
Happy
It's the simple things, Orlando thinks as he strolls on a tiny little inlet inside of Auckland proper. The salty air and seashells crunching satisfyingly under his raggedy sandals. He smiles more here than he ever has in his life, he thinks, stopping occasionally to tuck a particularly pretty seashell in the pocket of his shorts. They rattle together like the odd, thick New Zealand coins embossed with butterflies and kiwi birds and Maori masks.
There is a moment of lull, when the sea and the laughing children seem to hush, and Orlando watches a boat glide smoothly by. Her crew works frantically, pulling ropes and cranking away at levers and things he doesn't understand. He thinks he could live here forever and never miss the foggy London streets.
He tilts his head back and laughs, and pure and unburdened laugh of sheer bliss and mothers give him a startled look, perhaps thinking he's some mad man. Not mad, though, dear mothers, only English.
A set of stairs sits at the end of the beach, plain cement stairs with a rusting metal railing, the bottom two or three steps are covered with the rising tide and Orlando finds that some of the prettiest shells are trapped here. He plucks a few from the water, and examines them in the sunlight. Oyster shells, he thinks, with a thin layer or mother-of-pearl winking enticingly in the sunlight. He thinks Billy would like these and tucks them in his other pocket, away from his own souvenirs.
The water is getting higher, slopping up over the hem of his shorts now and wetting his knees. It's probably time for him to head back and find his mates. He curls his fingers carefully around Billy's shells in his pockets, checking to see that they're still there, and plods back up the beach where Elijah sights him and begins to shout.
Orlando smiles and shouts back, accepting a dripping ice cream cone from Billy, and passing over a pair of seashells in return.
~Fin
Author: Bartleby
Fandom: LoTrips
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Billy Boyd
Rating: G
Summary: It’s the simple things
Series/Sequel: No
Disclaimer: I don't know these dudes, I don't claim to.
Notes: Written for
15minuteficltes, word #1 challenge, which was happy. Happy
It's the simple things, Orlando thinks as he strolls on a tiny little inlet inside of Auckland proper. The salty air and seashells crunching satisfyingly under his raggedy sandals. He smiles more here than he ever has in his life, he thinks, stopping occasionally to tuck a particularly pretty seashell in the pocket of his shorts. They rattle together like the odd, thick New Zealand coins embossed with butterflies and kiwi birds and Maori masks.
There is a moment of lull, when the sea and the laughing children seem to hush, and Orlando watches a boat glide smoothly by. Her crew works frantically, pulling ropes and cranking away at levers and things he doesn't understand. He thinks he could live here forever and never miss the foggy London streets.
He tilts his head back and laughs, and pure and unburdened laugh of sheer bliss and mothers give him a startled look, perhaps thinking he's some mad man. Not mad, though, dear mothers, only English.
A set of stairs sits at the end of the beach, plain cement stairs with a rusting metal railing, the bottom two or three steps are covered with the rising tide and Orlando finds that some of the prettiest shells are trapped here. He plucks a few from the water, and examines them in the sunlight. Oyster shells, he thinks, with a thin layer or mother-of-pearl winking enticingly in the sunlight. He thinks Billy would like these and tucks them in his other pocket, away from his own souvenirs.
The water is getting higher, slopping up over the hem of his shorts now and wetting his knees. It's probably time for him to head back and find his mates. He curls his fingers carefully around Billy's shells in his pockets, checking to see that they're still there, and plods back up the beach where Elijah sights him and begins to shout.
Orlando smiles and shouts back, accepting a dripping ice cream cone from Billy, and passing over a pair of seashells in return.
~Fin
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This is such a sweet ficlet!
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