Shadows of life - Chapter 11
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vigorliTitle: Shadows of life - Chapter 11
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obvmluver
Beta: The wonderfullittlegreenleaf.
Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Karl, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Violence, if you look closely enough.
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
A note: I truly want to thank my beta readerlittlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.
CHAPTER INDEX
11
When the nurses were gone the whole room fell silent. Orlando still had his eyes closed and his hand on his mouth. If Viggo looked carefully enough he could see the hand trembling slightly and pearly droplets silently running down Orlando’s cheeks. Viggo reached out his hand and gentle placed it on Orlando’s cheek brushing away the wetness there. He held his breath as the moment felt magical. Orlando opened his eyes then and looked up at Viggo. He moved, making Viggo pull his hand away, and inched closer to the edge. Pushing himself to a sitting position he sat there for a few seconds waiting for the slight dizziness to wear off. Then he pushed more and soon he was standing on his own feet right in front of Viggo.
Again, their eyes met. Viggo felt his own eyes stinging as he saw Orlando standing there, looking back at him a vulnerable expression on his face.
“God...” escaped his lips and his voice cracked as Orlando slowly pressed his forehead on his shoulder burying his nose in the crook of his neck.
He couldn’t help but cradle Orlando’s head with his hand and wrap the other around him. Orlando was frighteningly thin, nearly skin and bones. Viggo made a mental note to fatten him up a bit. Right now, though, he was content to just stand there and hold Orlando. It also was odd and a new sensation to feel the baldness of Orlando’s head. Viggo had grown used to feeling the silky strands around his fingers whenever he held him.
Orlando felt safe standing in Viggo’s arms, his face buried in Viggo’s neck. It was a feeling he had never felt before, not in the same sense as now. He also relished in the feeling of strong arms around him. Viggo had a special way of wrapping his arms around Orlando but there was something new to it now. Maybe it was the sensitivity of it, how Viggo tried not to crush him. Orlando knew Viggo had probably noticed how thin he was. He knew he had always been slightly on the skinny side but the ordeal now had made him sickeningly thin.
“Please...Don’t cry...” Viggo murmured partly because if Orlando started crying, he surely would, too.
“Sorry...” Orlando whispered back sniffing and taking deep breaths to prevent the barriers from breaking.
Letting go of Orlando, Viggo placed his hands on Orlando’s shoulders and gently pushed him backwards to see his face.
“What?”
“No reason, really. I’m just vividly remembering the time when you had almost no hair at all, sunglasses and a broad grin on your face. You were a sight for sore eyes back then and you certainly are now. I got you back. It means I can start living again, make changes in myself and right the wrongs I’ve done.”
“Right now I feel I’m only a shadow of what I used to look like.”
“You’ll be more. Trust me. Besides you are beautiful anyway.” Viggo chuckled.
“It’s a trait I’ve always been envious about.”
“That has to be the worst pick up line ever.” Orlando muttered good-naturedly.
“Did it work?”
Orlando started laughing. He felt stupid because it really worked. “Yeah...” he said finally. “But you’ve always had me.”
The admission stung Viggo. He knew he deserved it.
“Give me another chance. I promise I will try harder not to push you away the way I did.”
“You shouldn’t have to ask me that, Vig. I’m just as much to blame as you are. We need to work harder for everything to work out.”
“So... another chance for us?” Viggo asked lacing his fingers with Orlando.
Orlando squeezed back.
“Yeah...”
~*~
As the night fell Orlando found himself unable to sleep. The elation of soon going back home was so strong, but then Orlando also couldn’t help but think of the person who gave his life back. Who could have been so generous? Writing his journal again he poured out his thoughts. A soft knock from the door roused him from the journal writing.
“Still up?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about all this. I wish there was a way of knowing who I got the bone marrow from or contact them somehow.”
“We don’t know about the donor any more than you do, other than the place where it was sent from. Maybe you should write a letter and we can send it forward in hopes of getting it to the donor or the donor’s family. How’s that?”
Orlando shrugged. “If it’s the best I can do to contact them.”
Lucy brought Orlando blank papers and a pen. Almost instantly Orlando began to write. First he told a little about who he is and what he does but kept in mind he couldn’t tell everything in order to keep his private life private. Then he wrote how he had found out he had leukemia, what roused his suspicions and how much he had fought to be healthy again. He wrote three sheets, on both sides, before he was pleased with it. He also noticed he was emotionally tired, drained and wanted to sleep. Orlando closed his eyes and before he knew it he had fallen asleep.
TBC...
Author:
obvmluverBeta: The wonderful
littlegreenleaf.Rating: NC-17 in the end.
Pairing: Viggo/Karl, eventually Viggo/Orlando
Summary: When everything seems to spiral downwards, is a human being able to rise from the ashes?
Warnings: Violence, if you look closely enough.
Disclaimer: I wish I knew the boys but I don't. I also don't make any profit with this. And I'm truly making things up here.
Crossposted to a lot of places... Please don't nail me for that.
A note: I truly want to thank my beta reader
littlegreenleaf for she's so fast. There really are no words for me to express my gratitude.
Banner made by a good friend, pale80.CHAPTER INDEX
11
When the nurses were gone the whole room fell silent. Orlando still had his eyes closed and his hand on his mouth. If Viggo looked carefully enough he could see the hand trembling slightly and pearly droplets silently running down Orlando’s cheeks. Viggo reached out his hand and gentle placed it on Orlando’s cheek brushing away the wetness there. He held his breath as the moment felt magical. Orlando opened his eyes then and looked up at Viggo. He moved, making Viggo pull his hand away, and inched closer to the edge. Pushing himself to a sitting position he sat there for a few seconds waiting for the slight dizziness to wear off. Then he pushed more and soon he was standing on his own feet right in front of Viggo.
Again, their eyes met. Viggo felt his own eyes stinging as he saw Orlando standing there, looking back at him a vulnerable expression on his face.
“God...” escaped his lips and his voice cracked as Orlando slowly pressed his forehead on his shoulder burying his nose in the crook of his neck.
He couldn’t help but cradle Orlando’s head with his hand and wrap the other around him. Orlando was frighteningly thin, nearly skin and bones. Viggo made a mental note to fatten him up a bit. Right now, though, he was content to just stand there and hold Orlando. It also was odd and a new sensation to feel the baldness of Orlando’s head. Viggo had grown used to feeling the silky strands around his fingers whenever he held him.
Orlando felt safe standing in Viggo’s arms, his face buried in Viggo’s neck. It was a feeling he had never felt before, not in the same sense as now. He also relished in the feeling of strong arms around him. Viggo had a special way of wrapping his arms around Orlando but there was something new to it now. Maybe it was the sensitivity of it, how Viggo tried not to crush him. Orlando knew Viggo had probably noticed how thin he was. He knew he had always been slightly on the skinny side but the ordeal now had made him sickeningly thin.
“Please...Don’t cry...” Viggo murmured partly because if Orlando started crying, he surely would, too.
“Sorry...” Orlando whispered back sniffing and taking deep breaths to prevent the barriers from breaking.
Letting go of Orlando, Viggo placed his hands on Orlando’s shoulders and gently pushed him backwards to see his face.
“What?”
“No reason, really. I’m just vividly remembering the time when you had almost no hair at all, sunglasses and a broad grin on your face. You were a sight for sore eyes back then and you certainly are now. I got you back. It means I can start living again, make changes in myself and right the wrongs I’ve done.”
“Right now I feel I’m only a shadow of what I used to look like.”
“You’ll be more. Trust me. Besides you are beautiful anyway.” Viggo chuckled.
“It’s a trait I’ve always been envious about.”
“That has to be the worst pick up line ever.” Orlando muttered good-naturedly.
“Did it work?”
Orlando started laughing. He felt stupid because it really worked. “Yeah...” he said finally. “But you’ve always had me.”
The admission stung Viggo. He knew he deserved it.
“Give me another chance. I promise I will try harder not to push you away the way I did.”
“You shouldn’t have to ask me that, Vig. I’m just as much to blame as you are. We need to work harder for everything to work out.”
“So... another chance for us?” Viggo asked lacing his fingers with Orlando.
Orlando squeezed back.
“Yeah...”
~*~
As the night fell Orlando found himself unable to sleep. The elation of soon going back home was so strong, but then Orlando also couldn’t help but think of the person who gave his life back. Who could have been so generous? Writing his journal again he poured out his thoughts. A soft knock from the door roused him from the journal writing.
“Still up?” Lucy asked.
“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about all this. I wish there was a way of knowing who I got the bone marrow from or contact them somehow.”
“We don’t know about the donor any more than you do, other than the place where it was sent from. Maybe you should write a letter and we can send it forward in hopes of getting it to the donor or the donor’s family. How’s that?”
Orlando shrugged. “If it’s the best I can do to contact them.”
Lucy brought Orlando blank papers and a pen. Almost instantly Orlando began to write. First he told a little about who he is and what he does but kept in mind he couldn’t tell everything in order to keep his private life private. Then he wrote how he had found out he had leukemia, what roused his suspicions and how much he had fought to be healthy again. He wrote three sheets, on both sides, before he was pleased with it. He also noticed he was emotionally tired, drained and wanted to sleep. Orlando closed his eyes and before he knew it he had fallen asleep.
TBC...
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Date: 2008-09-23 01:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-23 01:22 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your comment. I appreciate it! =D
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Date: 2008-09-23 10:21 pm (UTC)Loved it all and I liked it that he's grateful to whomever it was that somehow helped saved his life.
Nice chapters,
Silverpantera
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Date: 2008-09-24 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-09-23 11:41 pm (UTC)Good for them, a new start, new hope ... Lovely!
Thanks for sharing hugs and kisses!
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Date: 2008-09-24 11:56 am (UTC)