My first fic!

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Title: Falling
Author/Email: Meari Lockestead (bryannaleee@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Orlando/ Elijah
Rating: G
Summary: Orlando and Elijah have done this before... long ago
Feedback: Be gentle.. This is my first time
Content/Warnings if needed: This is about past lives
Spoilers if needed: None
Disclaimer: This never happened, nor do I own them.
Archive right: Closer than Brother
Any sort of author notes: I’d like to thank the lotr_crimson crew.... They inspired me to write!
The idea struck me after seeing the most recent challenge on contrelamontre


Elijah hasn’t ever told anyone this before, but he is afraid of heights. He doesn’t know why. It has always been this way. Heck, even watching roller coasters on television makes his stomach drop into his knees.

Then why did he tell Orlando that he’d go bungee jumping with him? Orlando said please, that’s why. His mouth said please. His chocolate brown eyes said please. His smiling lips said please, demanding an answer from Elijah’s lips when they met in a tender kiss. Words were useless now. He was overcome by Orlando. Orlando filled his senses and he couldn’t say no. His unconscious mind nodded while his rational mind screamed.

So now they stood on a bridge. The sun had just risen over the horizon, a happy yellow. Pale gold sunbeams touched the bridge and softened the look of the metal. They played on the skin of Orlando’s recently shaven head. They made Elijah’s hands look calm, when they were really shaking.

Suddenly, he remembered why he didn’t like heights. He heard the story of a distant memory, from a life long ago.
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Ireland was a world away from New Zealand. The two figures huddled in the shadows of the stones were ages away from Elijah and Orlando.

Spring had come to the Aran Island of Inish Mor. The ring fort of Dun Aengus was already old on this day. If you looked carefully enough, two people were standing against the stones near the cliff that marks the fourth wall of the fort.

The sun hung low on the horizon this time. Blue sky was tinted purple. Shadows dotted the landscape, looking menacing. In the half-light of dusk, the standing stones around Dun Aengus looked like people. People that could discover their secret.

Blue eyes met brown. Pale skin met olive. Lips met, opening under gentle urging to let tongues pass. Hands roamed over newly bared skin.

Shouts in the distance drove the heavy silence. Shadows turned into people.

The two figures, still locked in a passionate embrace stepped back, trying to avoid being seen. They were too close to the edge, the wind too strong. Panic had wiped away the warnings of wise elders: don’t get too close to the edge, the wind has been known to pick up full grown men and fling them into the heavens.

The only thing left of them was their scream, carried on the wind across centuries and lives.

Comments

[hotcoal.livejournal.com]

Excellent. A story idea I haven't read before, so I loved the idea.
I think it could develop into a longer story, and I know I'd love
to read that. It's a good, different idea.... you should do like a
prequeal or something. Very nice :)

[chensuu.livejournal.com]

Beautiful story! The imagery and idea are quite unique.
Thanks much for sharing.

[secretbutterfly.livejournal.com]

wow. this was really beautiful, i liked it a lot. :-)