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Stones Standing
Title: Stones Standing
Author/Email: Meari Lockestead (bryannaleee@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Orlando/ Elijah
Rating: G
Summary: Orlando and Elijah have done this before... long ago
Feedback: I’d love some!
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: The sequel to Falling.. I know it isn't much... but it's all that I've got for them at the moment.
The only thing left of them was their scream, carried on the wind across centuries and lives.
They stood in the middle of a rusty metal bridge. The water was far below then, they couldn’t hear it rush over the rocks. Orlando was motioned to the gate. The elastic cords and plastic harnesses stood ready.
Elijah put a hand on Orlando’s chest. “Do you really want to do this?”
Orlando turned and studied his friend’s sober face. “What do you mean? I’ve already jumped with Billy and Dom. I just thought that this was something that we could do together....” He let the sentence trail off. Elijah’s face had become pale, his eyes wide, glassy and unseeing. “Are you ok?” Elijah could do nothing but shake his head, eyes fixed on a point on the horizon. Wordlessly Orlando put his hand on Elijah’s back, long fingers splayed on grey fleece, and led him to the car. The drive home was short and silent.
One home, Elijah went into his room and shut the door. Orlando puttered around the house, picking up cups and putting away clean laundry. He always kept an eye on the closed door, silently willing it to open. Hours later the door opened.
“Orli! Come here!” Elijah was breathless, his blue eyes wide. Orlando walked across the threshold to survey the room. Elijah was sprawled out on his bed, studying an image on his laptop.
“What’s up?” Elijah motioned Orlando to come closer, and pointed to the screen. A horseshoe shaped stone wall stood atop a cliff. Tall stones littered the land outside of the semi-circle.
“What is it?” Orlando asked softly. Elijah was staring at the screen, as if it was a puzzle.
“Dun Aengus, on the island of Inish Mor. On the west coast of Ireland. It looks so familiar. I need to go there.”
Orlando knelt on the bed, gathering Elijah in his arms. “Sure, anything you want.” He tried to keep his tone light, buthis voice broke with worry.
It took a month to make the arrangements. Soon they stood wrapped in each other’s arms, inside the ring fort, looking out to Galway. Neither of them spoke. Orlando stepped away from Elijah, and moved closer to the edge.
A thousand images flooded Elijah’s mind. The moon. His lover, dressed in ancient clothes. Falling. The sea rushing up to meet him.
A scream tore from him. He ran at Orlando, grabbing his arm and hauling him backward. “The elders said that full grown men are sometimes picked up by the wind and thrown over the edge.” The voice that came from Elijah’s mouth bore an Irish accent.
“You’ve been here before, haven’t you.” Orlando sat up and took Elijah’s head in his hands.
“No, we’ve been here before.”
Author/Email: Meari Lockestead (bryannaleee@yahoo.com)
Pairing: Orlando/ Elijah
Rating: G
Summary: Orlando and Elijah have done this before... long ago
Feedback: I’d love some!
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: The sequel to Falling.. I know it isn't much... but it's all that I've got for them at the moment.
The only thing left of them was their scream, carried on the wind across centuries and lives.
They stood in the middle of a rusty metal bridge. The water was far below then, they couldn’t hear it rush over the rocks. Orlando was motioned to the gate. The elastic cords and plastic harnesses stood ready.
Elijah put a hand on Orlando’s chest. “Do you really want to do this?”
Orlando turned and studied his friend’s sober face. “What do you mean? I’ve already jumped with Billy and Dom. I just thought that this was something that we could do together....” He let the sentence trail off. Elijah’s face had become pale, his eyes wide, glassy and unseeing. “Are you ok?” Elijah could do nothing but shake his head, eyes fixed on a point on the horizon. Wordlessly Orlando put his hand on Elijah’s back, long fingers splayed on grey fleece, and led him to the car. The drive home was short and silent.
One home, Elijah went into his room and shut the door. Orlando puttered around the house, picking up cups and putting away clean laundry. He always kept an eye on the closed door, silently willing it to open. Hours later the door opened.
“Orli! Come here!” Elijah was breathless, his blue eyes wide. Orlando walked across the threshold to survey the room. Elijah was sprawled out on his bed, studying an image on his laptop.
“What’s up?” Elijah motioned Orlando to come closer, and pointed to the screen. A horseshoe shaped stone wall stood atop a cliff. Tall stones littered the land outside of the semi-circle.
“What is it?” Orlando asked softly. Elijah was staring at the screen, as if it was a puzzle.
“Dun Aengus, on the island of Inish Mor. On the west coast of Ireland. It looks so familiar. I need to go there.”
Orlando knelt on the bed, gathering Elijah in his arms. “Sure, anything you want.” He tried to keep his tone light, buthis voice broke with worry.
It took a month to make the arrangements. Soon they stood wrapped in each other’s arms, inside the ring fort, looking out to Galway. Neither of them spoke. Orlando stepped away from Elijah, and moved closer to the edge.
A thousand images flooded Elijah’s mind. The moon. His lover, dressed in ancient clothes. Falling. The sea rushing up to meet him.
A scream tore from him. He ran at Orlando, grabbing his arm and hauling him backward. “The elders said that full grown men are sometimes picked up by the wind and thrown over the edge.” The voice that came from Elijah’s mouth bore an Irish accent.
“You’ve been here before, haven’t you.” Orlando sat up and took Elijah’s head in his hands.
“No, we’ve been here before.”