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Ficlet: Behind Blue Eyes
Title: Behind Blue Eyes
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: NC-17 tid-bits
Disclaimer: As much as I really wish this was true, it's all just out of my little happy imagination...unfortunately.
Feedback: Always welcome, pretty please. (Call me the feedback h0r if you want)
Summary: "As he had kissed Orlando’s fingertips that morning in the taxi, he had earnestly believed that they would fall into a rhythm and that soon they would figure out how to be together in the real world."
AN:I wrote this little fic when I was in a horribly angsty mood and actually wasn't going to post it until the voices in my head (Taters and P) told me to do so.
Word Count: 617
Thanks as always to my wonderful beta,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
el_erzulie, who is not only fixing up my long story, but betaing all my little fics that I keep sending her way. Who knew I'd write this much? But she puts up with me, so much love and a 1.23 million hugs.
He remembered promising that they were timeless. Hell, they’d told enough interviewers that this wasn’t an experience anyone could just walk away from unaffected. As he had kissed Orlando’s fingertips that morning in the taxi, he had earnestly believed that they would fall into a rhythm and that soon they would figure out how to be together in the real world.
He remembered how bright those chocolate brown eyes were, sparkling with intensity, laughter, love, and on more than one occasion, tears. He had watched those eyes become misty more than once in the days before Orlando had to leave, but always kissed dry cheeks, leaving wet trails with his tongue for the tears to follow.
He remembered their last night away from the world, away from the truth. Lying on his back, he had stared into Orlando’s eyes, just getting lost in sensation. Orlando had looked unearthly and so painfully beautiful as he tilted his head back, cheeks flushed and the sheen of sweat giving him an ethereal glow. Flurries of warmth sent sparks coursing through his veins whenever Orlando thrust into him. His groans and throaty whispers in his ears had been so full of love and feeling. It had been both provocative and protecting, and if possible, he fell deeper into Orlando as Orlando pushed deeper into him.
He remembered the way they made love every time, how every kiss and touch felt like it was the first and best he had ever experienced. The feelings had been overwhelming, a sexual rush that would leave them both screaming in pleasurable agony. Then there would be the time that would come after, the tenderness and sweetness, the recognition of two hearts beating to one tune that they wrote themselves every night.
He remembered inhaling Orlando’s scent wherever they went. He would lean on Orlando’s chest to hear his heartbeat and the rumbling of his voice, immediately feeling comfort and closeness and the inevitable heat, while tingling vibrations went up and down his spine. There were days when the heat was too much, days when together they would discover hidden coves on the beach where the waves would mask their cries and the sun would shine down on their perfection.
He remembered the rain. There would always be his memory of rain. Tasting Orlando and freshness on his lips, he had shivered from the slight chill of wet skin, but felt fire explode within him when Orlando sucked raindrops off his cock. Wet brown ringlets of hair plastered against Orlando’s forehead, and Orlando caught him when his knees buckled, holding him in shaking arms.
He remembered the day he woke up from his dream. Looking over to see strawberry blonde hair on the pillow next to him and realizing he had done the unthinkable.
He remembered trying to explain. The tears poured down his face as he screamed his love into the phone at the top of his lungs, praying that there was some explanation other than the truth. He continued repeating “I love you” long after his voice was hoarse and the dial tone signaling that Orlando was long gone stopped playing.
He remembered flying to see Orlando the next day.
He remembered wrapping his arms around Orlando and begging him not to make him let go.
He remembered the look of pain that had coursed through Orlando’s features.
He remembered the wave of shock upon hearing the coldness in Orlando’s voice.
And he remembered the day his heart stopped beating. The day when Orlando said that love could not save them.
People often wonder why he looks so haunted, but few know the truth or the pain that’s never quite hidden behind blue eyes.
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: NC-17 tid-bits
Disclaimer: As much as I really wish this was true, it's all just out of my little happy imagination...unfortunately.
Feedback: Always welcome, pretty please. (Call me the feedback h0r if you want)
Summary: "As he had kissed Orlando’s fingertips that morning in the taxi, he had earnestly believed that they would fall into a rhythm and that soon they would figure out how to be together in the real world."
AN:I wrote this little fic when I was in a horribly angsty mood and actually wasn't going to post it until the voices in my head (Taters and P) told me to do so.
Word Count: 617
Thanks as always to my wonderful beta,
el_erzulie, who is not only fixing up my long story, but betaing all my little fics that I keep sending her way. Who knew I'd write this much? But she puts up with me, so much love and a 1.23 million hugs.He remembered promising that they were timeless. Hell, they’d told enough interviewers that this wasn’t an experience anyone could just walk away from unaffected. As he had kissed Orlando’s fingertips that morning in the taxi, he had earnestly believed that they would fall into a rhythm and that soon they would figure out how to be together in the real world.
He remembered how bright those chocolate brown eyes were, sparkling with intensity, laughter, love, and on more than one occasion, tears. He had watched those eyes become misty more than once in the days before Orlando had to leave, but always kissed dry cheeks, leaving wet trails with his tongue for the tears to follow.
He remembered their last night away from the world, away from the truth. Lying on his back, he had stared into Orlando’s eyes, just getting lost in sensation. Orlando had looked unearthly and so painfully beautiful as he tilted his head back, cheeks flushed and the sheen of sweat giving him an ethereal glow. Flurries of warmth sent sparks coursing through his veins whenever Orlando thrust into him. His groans and throaty whispers in his ears had been so full of love and feeling. It had been both provocative and protecting, and if possible, he fell deeper into Orlando as Orlando pushed deeper into him.
He remembered the way they made love every time, how every kiss and touch felt like it was the first and best he had ever experienced. The feelings had been overwhelming, a sexual rush that would leave them both screaming in pleasurable agony. Then there would be the time that would come after, the tenderness and sweetness, the recognition of two hearts beating to one tune that they wrote themselves every night.
He remembered inhaling Orlando’s scent wherever they went. He would lean on Orlando’s chest to hear his heartbeat and the rumbling of his voice, immediately feeling comfort and closeness and the inevitable heat, while tingling vibrations went up and down his spine. There were days when the heat was too much, days when together they would discover hidden coves on the beach where the waves would mask their cries and the sun would shine down on their perfection.
He remembered the rain. There would always be his memory of rain. Tasting Orlando and freshness on his lips, he had shivered from the slight chill of wet skin, but felt fire explode within him when Orlando sucked raindrops off his cock. Wet brown ringlets of hair plastered against Orlando’s forehead, and Orlando caught him when his knees buckled, holding him in shaking arms.
He remembered the day he woke up from his dream. Looking over to see strawberry blonde hair on the pillow next to him and realizing he had done the unthinkable.
He remembered trying to explain. The tears poured down his face as he screamed his love into the phone at the top of his lungs, praying that there was some explanation other than the truth. He continued repeating “I love you” long after his voice was hoarse and the dial tone signaling that Orlando was long gone stopped playing.
He remembered flying to see Orlando the next day.
He remembered wrapping his arms around Orlando and begging him not to make him let go.
He remembered the look of pain that had coursed through Orlando’s features.
He remembered the wave of shock upon hearing the coldness in Orlando’s voice.
And he remembered the day his heart stopped beating. The day when Orlando said that love could not save them.
People often wonder why he looks so haunted, but few know the truth or the pain that’s never quite hidden behind blue eyes.
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Thanks again for the feedback!
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Don't mind me. I'll just sit here and read it again and snivel.
Lovely story.
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I'm going to try and post another fic soon, before my long story updates, and I think that one will have a happy ending to cheer you up! :o) Thank you so much for the feedback, I really appreciate it!
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I'd like to read more of your Orlijah! *teary eyes*
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I'll be the happiest girl if you will!
Trust me, it's more than just 'well', so... feed me, please? :-D
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This was so, so - well, damn - so wrenching.
Hugs.
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Thank you! :o) I was going for something sad...usually hate to do so, but I made an exception this time. From the looks of it, maybe I should try this more often!
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Beautiful. I love the rhythmn of your words, how each paragraph began the same... *sniffle*
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I'm so glad you like it though! Thanks again. :o)