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fellowshippers2007-08-20 01:12 am
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Ficlet: Tell
Tell
Orlando/Elijah, PG
Orlando tells Elijah seven things about himself
This is Orlando. He gives himself lopsided hair cuts, could never run a mile underneath twelve minutes (he edges around fifteen minutes if he’s having a good day), and has an annoying habit of touching everything red – which becomes an uncomfortable situation when the red is connected to a woman’s skirt and he gets whacked a couple of times.
If someone tells him to name three things about himself, he goes with those. Good conversation starter, he thinks.
“Tell me seven things about yourself.” Elijah says, ear filled with Orlando’s heart, arm wrapped around sweetly slicked skin. “Tell me things I don’t know.”
“I’m blah blah blah. Boring, whatever.”
“Just tell me.”
“Ok.”
So Orlando does.
Orlando tells Elijah, while they’re watching an obscure movie about mobsters, that he believes in wishing on stars and witches that are beautiful and nice and evil.
While his hands are being warmed by soap suds, that he thought the Tooth Fairy was a real woman who sneaked into bedrooms to steal teeth to build her gigantic castle in the land where Bambi and Cinderella lived. He believed this until he was thirteen.
Elijah’s lips curve around his neck and Orlando says: I worry that I’m going to be alone. That after my family is gone, everything will disappear. Elijah’s mouth doesn’t slip words into Orlando’s ears, but his arms hold onto everything Orlando offers.
As they lie on the grass and try to figure out cloud shapes: A girl told me to prove I liked her so I broke my pointer finger. She thought that I was weird and – yeah, didn’t get the bird.
When the bedroom is quiet and Elijah snores bounces off the walls, Orlando tells the night that he was once committed and sometimes wonders whether or not he was right in filling his stomach with so many colorful pills.
In the car, with the air condition on high: I think that every time you think you see something move in the corner of your eye, it’s a spirit moving quickly into another life.
The last thing Orlando tells him is: I never really thought you would fall for me ever.
Elijah is quiet. And then Elijah’s words float around him and presses against skin: This is fucking cheesy, but every time I see you, I feel this thing inside me become lighter, Orlando. Like, I can be having a complete shit day and you just appear with your stupid awesome hairdo and just be there and I just feel this insane happiness. When I'm with you, I know for sure how love looks like and feels.
And Orlando tells him without words, the feelings of his heart.
Orlando/Elijah, PG
Orlando tells Elijah seven things about himself
This is Orlando. He gives himself lopsided hair cuts, could never run a mile underneath twelve minutes (he edges around fifteen minutes if he’s having a good day), and has an annoying habit of touching everything red – which becomes an uncomfortable situation when the red is connected to a woman’s skirt and he gets whacked a couple of times.
If someone tells him to name three things about himself, he goes with those. Good conversation starter, he thinks.
“Tell me seven things about yourself.” Elijah says, ear filled with Orlando’s heart, arm wrapped around sweetly slicked skin. “Tell me things I don’t know.”
“I’m blah blah blah. Boring, whatever.”
“Just tell me.”
“Ok.”
So Orlando does.
Orlando tells Elijah, while they’re watching an obscure movie about mobsters, that he believes in wishing on stars and witches that are beautiful and nice and evil.
While his hands are being warmed by soap suds, that he thought the Tooth Fairy was a real woman who sneaked into bedrooms to steal teeth to build her gigantic castle in the land where Bambi and Cinderella lived. He believed this until he was thirteen.
Elijah’s lips curve around his neck and Orlando says: I worry that I’m going to be alone. That after my family is gone, everything will disappear. Elijah’s mouth doesn’t slip words into Orlando’s ears, but his arms hold onto everything Orlando offers.
As they lie on the grass and try to figure out cloud shapes: A girl told me to prove I liked her so I broke my pointer finger. She thought that I was weird and – yeah, didn’t get the bird.
When the bedroom is quiet and Elijah snores bounces off the walls, Orlando tells the night that he was once committed and sometimes wonders whether or not he was right in filling his stomach with so many colorful pills.
In the car, with the air condition on high: I think that every time you think you see something move in the corner of your eye, it’s a spirit moving quickly into another life.
The last thing Orlando tells him is: I never really thought you would fall for me ever.
Elijah is quiet. And then Elijah’s words float around him and presses against skin: This is fucking cheesy, but every time I see you, I feel this thing inside me become lighter, Orlando. Like, I can be having a complete shit day and you just appear with your stupid awesome hairdo and just be there and I just feel this insane happiness. When I'm with you, I know for sure how love looks like and feels.
And Orlando tells him without words, the feelings of his heart.
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I like that phrase. Very evocative.
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I like how they fumble their way through their own feelings. This was so very lovely :).
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<3 This is so good.
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Thank you so, so much! Your comments always make me happy :)
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Tragic and sweet and funny and adorable, all at the same time. I like how Orlando seems to take his time thinking up the seven things he wants Elijah to know. There's so much trust in their relationship. So much love....
*smiles*
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That Orlando, always a thinker! :)