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Title: Addison Road (1/5)
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soleta
Pairing: None yet; eventually Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13 for extensive use of the word fuck.
Summary: In which Orlando falls. AU.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters herein are real people, thus not mine in any way, shape, or form; I have no knowledge of their activities, relationships, or sexual proclivities. This is fiction. There are fictional characters within; i.e., I made them up.
AN: I have mucked around a bit with the timeline; if my calculations are correct, this should have happened in early or midsummer; however, you can't have everything. This is forautumnlecroix, because she rocks. Happy (very belated) birthday, love.
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
Author:
soletaPairing: None yet; eventually Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean
Rating: PG-13 for extensive use of the word fuck.
Summary: In which Orlando falls. AU.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters herein are real people, thus not mine in any way, shape, or form; I have no knowledge of their activities, relationships, or sexual proclivities. This is fiction. There are fictional characters within; i.e., I made them up.
AN: I have mucked around a bit with the timeline; if my calculations are correct, this should have happened in early or midsummer; however, you can't have everything. This is for
autumnlecroix, because she rocks. Happy (very belated) birthday, love.Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?