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Title: Untitled
Author: esso
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PGish
Notes: This drabble series does not need to be read in its entirety or in any order - they go together, but time is out of sequence anyway - it's a collection of moments. Read and enjoy.
"What would happen if I died?"
Viggo paused and considered this question.
"That depends. Do you have a soul?"
"No, not to me, to you."
"I'd call Beanie and tell him I was finally free for that fuck he's been pestering me for for the last 12 months."
It was dark, but Viggo could tell exactly which expression his beautiful boy wore - it was his 'Don't give me that bollocks, you silly old git, I'm serious' look - one eyebrow slightly raised, lips pressed together, but with the corners of his mouth turned up in and almost-smile.
"What would you do?" he was lying on his stomach between Viggo's legs, hands folded over Viggos chest, chi resting on his knuckles.
Viggo was silent for a few moments... he didn't want to have to think about this. The mere thought of losing Orli made him sick.
"I'd die too," he said after a while, "but not before I'd painted your every expression and written a book about each of them. I wouldn't leave the worl until everyone in it could see how much I'd loved you."
"Good answer," Orli replied, laying his head down. Viggo felt his eyelids flicker closed, they lightly tickled the soft skin on his chest. He ran his fingers through Orlis mop of curly hair til they fell asleep.
Go here for part 8 with a link to all the earlier ones.
Go here for part 9
Author: esso
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PGish
Notes: This drabble series does not need to be read in its entirety or in any order - they go together, but time is out of sequence anyway - it's a collection of moments. Read and enjoy.
"What would happen if I died?"
Viggo paused and considered this question.
"That depends. Do you have a soul?"
"No, not to me, to you."
"I'd call Beanie and tell him I was finally free for that fuck he's been pestering me for for the last 12 months."
It was dark, but Viggo could tell exactly which expression his beautiful boy wore - it was his 'Don't give me that bollocks, you silly old git, I'm serious' look - one eyebrow slightly raised, lips pressed together, but with the corners of his mouth turned up in and almost-smile.
"What would you do?" he was lying on his stomach between Viggo's legs, hands folded over Viggos chest, chi resting on his knuckles.
Viggo was silent for a few moments... he didn't want to have to think about this. The mere thought of losing Orli made him sick.
"I'd die too," he said after a while, "but not before I'd painted your every expression and written a book about each of them. I wouldn't leave the worl until everyone in it could see how much I'd loved you."
"Good answer," Orli replied, laying his head down. Viggo felt his eyelids flicker closed, they lightly tickled the soft skin on his chest. He ran his fingers through Orlis mop of curly hair til they fell asleep.
Go here for part 8 with a link to all the earlier ones.
Go here for part 9