Drabblet: In His Eyes (RPS)

TITLE: In His Eyes
AUTHOR: Saitaina
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Viggo thinks about what he sees in Orlando's eyes.
FEEDBACK: Yes please, but do try to be kind, s'only my second RPS.
And no, you cannot flame me just because of the pairing so pth.
WARNINGS: Unrequited love
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
AUTHOR'S NOTES: What happens when you crossbreed a Drabble and a ficlet..and stare too much at Orlando's face.

**

It's all there you know. Everything laid out for public consumption, if you only know how and where to look.

Maybe not everyone can see it. Maybe you need the eyes only love can provide to see the truth. But that doesn't matter, not to me. Because I can see the truth, and it hurts.

He's smiling, a small, seductive quirk of his lips. You would never know he was bored of all this. Tired, weary and worn down. You wouldn't know, unless you looked into his eyes.

For this is where the truth lies. Deep in those dark orbs, lost in the depth of his laughter. It only shows for a moment, sometimes captured forever, sometimes not. But I can see it, remember it, and record it away for later examination.

He's getting better at hiding it, with smiles and easy lies. With laughing jokes and stories meant to distract. Yes, he's getting better at hiding it, but he cant' hide it from those who love him. He can't hide it from me.

Because it's always there, in his eyes, visible to all who look hard enough, deep enough, and those who are willing, and ready to see it.

I want to hold him, at night, when he's alone and the deception's gone. I want to ask him if it's all worth it. If the dreams are the same now as they had been once, long ago.

But I can't ask those questions, I can't be the one to hold him in the darkness..and no one else will think to.

So the answer will remain, as always, silent. Spoken only in his eyes.

Drabblet: In His Eyes (RPS)

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

TITLE: In His Eyes
AUTHOR: Saitaina
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Viggo thinks about what he sees in Orlando’s eyes.
FEEDBACK: Yes please, but do try to be kind, s’only my second RPS.
And no, you cannot flame me just because of the pairing so pth.
WARNINGS: Unrequited love
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my friends
AUTHOR’S NOTES: What happens when you crossbreed a Drabble and a ficlet..and stare too much at Orlando’s face.

**

It’s all there you know. Everything laid out for public consumption, if you only know how and where to look.

Maybe not everyone can see it. Maybe you need the eyes only love can provide to see the truth. But that doesn’t matter, not to me. Because I can see the truth, and it hurts.

He’s smiling, a small, seductive quirk of his lips. You would never know he was bored of all this. Tired, weary and worn down. You wouldn’t know, unless you looked into his eyes.

For this is where the truth lies. Deep in those dark orbs, lost in the depth of his laughter. It only shows for a moment, sometimes captured forever, sometimes not. But I can see it, remember it, and record it away for later examination.

He’s getting better at hiding it, with smiles and easy lies. With laughing jokes and stories meant to distract. Yes, he’s getting better at hiding it, but he cant’ hide it from those who love him. He can’t hide it from me.

Because it’s always there, in his eyes, visible to all who look hard enough, deep enough, and those who are willing, and ready to see it.

I want to hold him, at night, when he’s alone and the deception’s gone. I want to ask him if it’s all worth it. If the dreams are the same now as they had been once, long ago.

But I can’t ask those questions, I can’t be the one to hold him in the darkness..and no one else will think to.

So the answer will remain, as always, silent. Spoken only in his eyes.

Drabble: Bearded Ladies

TITLE: Bearded Ladies
AUTHOR: Saitaina
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Viggo wonders if he made the right choice.
FEEDBACK: Yes please, but do try to be kind.
WARNINGS:
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my
friends
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Damn Bosworth
***

We agreed it was for the best. A way to shield ourselves from a world that wasn't ready for what we had to offer them. Everyone, from my ex-wife to the hobbits agreed it was the right course.

We agreed it was for the best, and I still stand-by that, really I do. But as time passes on, and I stand here, it’s getting harder and harder to remember why it was the best path.

I see the pictures, everyone does. The small, candid shots that leave gossip tongues panting. I also see the close-ups. Crowded parties, close conversations, set visits and off handed comments.

Everyone sees the pictures, but only I see the smiles, the looks. Only I can see what’s in his eyes as he kisses her hand. But I’m not sure..am I seeing the truth?

I watch them constantly. I stare at the pictures, I study his every expression as he laughs and flirts. It’s a hobby now, watching him, examining him. Trying to find the truth in his face, because sometimes, the lies are too good. I have to wonder, if he and I are truly immune to them.

We agreed it was for the best, but sometimes, I wish there wasn’t a need for bearded ladies. Because then it wouldn’t’ feel like my heart was breaking every time I look at them.

Drabble: Bearded Ladies

Originally published at Memoirs of a Nobody. You can comment here or there.

TITLE: Bearded Ladies
AUTHOR: Saitaina
PAIRING: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Viggo wonders if he made the right choice.
FEEDBACK: Yes please, but do try to be kind.
WARNINGS:
DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a product of my *twisted* imagination
ARCHIVE: Help yourself, just drop me a line so I can brag to my
friends
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Damn Bosworth
***

We agreed it was for the best. A way to shield ourselves from a world that wasn’t ready for what we had to offer them. Everyone, from my ex-wife to the hobbits agreed it was the right course.

We agreed it was for the best, and I still stand-by that, really I do. But as time passes on, and I stand here, it’s getting harder and harder to remember why it was the best path.

I see the pictures, everyone does. The small, candid shots that leave gossip tongues panting. I also see the close-ups. Crowded parties, close conversations, set visits and off handed comments.

Everyone sees the pictures, but only I see the smiles, the looks. Only I can see what’s in his eyes as he kisses her hand. But I’m not sure..am I seeing the truth?

I watch them constantly. I stare at the pictures, I study his every expression as he laughs and flirts. It’s a hobby now, watching him, examining him. Trying to find the truth in his face, because sometimes, the lies are too good. I have to wonder, if he and I are truly immune to them.

We agreed it was for the best, but sometimes, I wish there wasn’t a need for bearded ladies. Because then it wouldn’t’ feel like my heart was breaking every time I look at them.