viggorli snippet

[cimorene]

worn with waiting until my lips don't know what to do with themselves, i kiss my fingertips warm against the chill of night and close my eyes to dream. my breath puffs, warms my cheek, my eyelashes freeze on my cheekbones, and i don't spare you another tear. my cigarette is listless, little curls of smoke hardly visible on the yawning white of snowy mountainscape. you scuff to a stop in the door and lean on the frame and i can feel you looking at me. "orlando," you say. there's just a hint of a question, enough so i don't have to shake my head, and i bite my lip and promise myself.

one day you will love me so hard your throat hurts with it, and i will stand in a doorway so carelessly as you, viggo, and i won't care at all, will care so little i don't even know you hurt. it will be too hard for you, too solemn, for tears. you will never cry for me at all, because deep grief doesn't touch you in that way. you will try desperately to remain as alone in love as you are now, and i will be over this, because there's only so long i can survive it. and i know i will survive.

Comments

[gloriamundi.livejournal.com]

Tough, hurting Orli: silent, feeling Viggo. This snippet makes me feel cold.

Is it just a snippet? Is there more?

[cimness.livejournal.com]

it's just a snippet. sorry. i do eventually plan more viggorli.

oooh

[dorkorific.livejournal.com]

*squiggle*

this makes my insides all smooshy. (and that's a good thing.)

well, presumably people's insides are in general smooshy to begin with but uh...shhh. my fb makes sense to ME, and isn't that what really matters?