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Two Lines Fic: One Moment (OB/BB) Rated G
One Moment
By Fickle-Me-Meer
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: BB/OB (or Orlilly if you prefer)
Rating: G
Summary: As primary filming comes to an end, one worries about the future, while another one looks forward. (Two Lines Challenge Entry)
Disclaimer: FICTION. Got it? There isn't a shred of truth to this story.
Author notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonlight_spike for the beta! *snugs*
and it was warm and pleasant / and gone in an instant
~~ Rainer Maria, Breakfast of Champions
I stand in the corner of the large patio outside Peter Jackson's home as the others laugh and revel just inside. The noise has forced me away, as has the over-crowded rooms. I just need a minute to get some fresh air, and to think about what's about to happen when the first of the trilogy premieres and where it will take us. I turn away from the patio door and gaze into the night, the sun long ago set and the stars twinkling.
I look at the constellations that are different from those I've grown up counting during long cold nights at home. I'm finally getting to know them and now things are changing yet again and I am afraid.
So deep into my thoughts, I don't hear the glass door opening slowly and the single figure slipping into the darkness behind me. When I feel a gentle hand lay softly upon my shoulder I'm startled, my breath catching so that only a single syllable of surprise is emitted. "Wha?" I ask as I turn to see the silhouette of the one that has disturbed my solitude. The hand of the intruder falls from my shoulder.
Brown soulful eyes meet my gaze as I turn, the face of the interloper still in darkness as the house's lighting bathes the rakish curls of the visitor in a soft glow. "Orlando," I breathe, relieved it is one of my mates rather than one of the many New Line yes-men, but still wary as he is the lion's share of my most recent fugue.
Orlando smiles and again places his hand upon my shoulder. "Sorry I startled you," he says, sheepishly. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right."
"I'm fine," I say a little too quickly, then smile in an effort to hide my emotions. Orlando's eyes bore into me as if trying to delve directly into my soul and I can tell he isn't convinced.
"You sure, Billy?" he asks, his gaze never leaving mine. "You were pretty quiet inside and now I find you out here all alone."
My throat constricts as I try to find the words to convince him...to make him leave me alone with my thoughts, but I fail miserably. "I..." My voice drifts off, unable to continue the subterfuge any longer.
"What is it?" Orli asks, his other hand now resting on my other shoulder. "We're mates, you know. We can tell each other anything." He ducks down and leans forward in an gesture of support.
"Do you ever wonder how it will all end?" Words tumble forward on their own accord, without permission from my heart. "Where we will all end up when this dream is finally over?"
I can tell Orlando is confused by his silence, and I quickly explain further. "I mean, of course you will continue making movies. I know you already have quite a few lined up to work on, but where will we be in those plans?"
I see Orlando frown as he considers my question. "You'll get work, Billy, if not in films then on the stage where you've always been meant to be."
I shake my head, frustrated now that he misunderstands. "No, Orlando, where will we be? Will we be friends? Strangers? Somewhere in between?"
Orlando smiles at me and pulls me closer, in understanding. "We will most definitely not be strangers, William Boyd," he says as his hands move from my shoulders to my face. "We will also not be 'only' friends, if I have anything to say about it," he adds, his face nearing mine, his eyes staring at my lips.
"I'd like so much more than that, my dear Billy," Orlando whispers as his lips descend upon mine in a soft, sweet caress.
My senses overload as he kisses me; my mind screaming that this is exactly what I wanted, exactly what I had been searching for the past months, years, maybe forever. Then I feel him release me, stepping back and taking one last look into my eyes before he retreats to the party still raging inside, and I turn back to face the darkness, even more confused than before.
End
By Fickle-Me-Meer
Fandom: LotR RPS
Pairing: BB/OB (or Orlilly if you prefer)
Rating: G
Summary: As primary filming comes to an end, one worries about the future, while another one looks forward. (Two Lines Challenge Entry)
Disclaimer: FICTION. Got it? There isn't a shred of truth to this story.
Author notes: Thanks to
moonlight_spike for the beta! *snugs*and it was warm and pleasant / and gone in an instant
~~ Rainer Maria, Breakfast of Champions
I stand in the corner of the large patio outside Peter Jackson's home as the others laugh and revel just inside. The noise has forced me away, as has the over-crowded rooms. I just need a minute to get some fresh air, and to think about what's about to happen when the first of the trilogy premieres and where it will take us. I turn away from the patio door and gaze into the night, the sun long ago set and the stars twinkling.
I look at the constellations that are different from those I've grown up counting during long cold nights at home. I'm finally getting to know them and now things are changing yet again and I am afraid.
So deep into my thoughts, I don't hear the glass door opening slowly and the single figure slipping into the darkness behind me. When I feel a gentle hand lay softly upon my shoulder I'm startled, my breath catching so that only a single syllable of surprise is emitted. "Wha?" I ask as I turn to see the silhouette of the one that has disturbed my solitude. The hand of the intruder falls from my shoulder.
Brown soulful eyes meet my gaze as I turn, the face of the interloper still in darkness as the house's lighting bathes the rakish curls of the visitor in a soft glow. "Orlando," I breathe, relieved it is one of my mates rather than one of the many New Line yes-men, but still wary as he is the lion's share of my most recent fugue.
Orlando smiles and again places his hand upon my shoulder. "Sorry I startled you," he says, sheepishly. "I just wanted to make sure you were all right."
"I'm fine," I say a little too quickly, then smile in an effort to hide my emotions. Orlando's eyes bore into me as if trying to delve directly into my soul and I can tell he isn't convinced.
"You sure, Billy?" he asks, his gaze never leaving mine. "You were pretty quiet inside and now I find you out here all alone."
My throat constricts as I try to find the words to convince him...to make him leave me alone with my thoughts, but I fail miserably. "I..." My voice drifts off, unable to continue the subterfuge any longer.
"What is it?" Orli asks, his other hand now resting on my other shoulder. "We're mates, you know. We can tell each other anything." He ducks down and leans forward in an gesture of support.
"Do you ever wonder how it will all end?" Words tumble forward on their own accord, without permission from my heart. "Where we will all end up when this dream is finally over?"
I can tell Orlando is confused by his silence, and I quickly explain further. "I mean, of course you will continue making movies. I know you already have quite a few lined up to work on, but where will we be in those plans?"
I see Orlando frown as he considers my question. "You'll get work, Billy, if not in films then on the stage where you've always been meant to be."
I shake my head, frustrated now that he misunderstands. "No, Orlando, where will we be? Will we be friends? Strangers? Somewhere in between?"
Orlando smiles at me and pulls me closer, in understanding. "We will most definitely not be strangers, William Boyd," he says as his hands move from my shoulders to my face. "We will also not be 'only' friends, if I have anything to say about it," he adds, his face nearing mine, his eyes staring at my lips.
"I'd like so much more than that, my dear Billy," Orlando whispers as his lips descend upon mine in a soft, sweet caress.
My senses overload as he kisses me; my mind screaming that this is exactly what I wanted, exactly what I had been searching for the past months, years, maybe forever. Then I feel him release me, stepping back and taking one last look into my eyes before he retreats to the party still raging inside, and I turn back to face the darkness, even more confused than before.
End
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