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finis
viggo/elijah; pg; for drabblesmith.



he thought perhaps it was the end of the world when Elijah kissed him.
he thought that maybe he'd fallen into some clichéd artist trap and could now be labelled official, complete with estranged lover.

but then when he wrote it, it became the beginning.
a fresh bloom on a page, on a heart, in a life. the simple brush of rosy warm lips across his own, denying him breath for an age, marked the beginning of one. an age.
the age of Elijah? the age of Elijah and Viggo? or maybe just the dawning of passion.

none of his wandering thoughts collided with paper until he inked 'passionate dawn', silver and red danced before his eyes and he smiled.

the end of the world was, indeed, nigh.