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May. 6th, 2002 12:03 pmunbeta'd. Incomplete. Chunks missing all over the place.
Petting. Idly, casual affection that was more to do with the natural, mild hedonism of stroking the slight, pleasing roughness of denim than any kind of deliberate attempt to give comfort. Hands are not naturally still, they like to move and feel.
Orlando shifted and Elijah and Atti were forced to move with him. the static, comfortable feel vanished and sudden aches were felt. Atti could feel the numbness that orecedes pins and needles on one hand and Elijah sat up, pushed away from his comfortable niche on Orlando's shoulder. His eyes were wide and blinking slowly, trying to focus.
"I'm going to put the kettle on," Orlando said, standing up and stretching. His T-shirt rode up slightly, and Atti watched with almost aesthetic appreciation. "Do you want anything?" Said either to him or Elijah, who still looked half-asleep.
"Tea? Milk and one sugar," Elijah said.
Elijah leaned against Atti, curled around, head tucked in like he was already sleeping.
Snippet 2, Elijah/Viggo
His mouth was just there, in the exact position for a kiss.
When someone said half a line from a play he'd been in, he always felt the urge to finish it. He would sing along to half-heard songs in the radio, filling in the missing lines. he was aware of the positioning of bodies like a choreographer or a director is, alwyas trying to find the correct way for someone to stand to frame the scene.
When Elijah looked up, smiling, mouth slightly open, in exactly the same way that a million actors and actresses had stood on stage and screen, waiting for the kiss and their next line, Viggo felt the weight of that expectation pushing down on him.
He bent his head and kissed him.
Snippet 3
"Jailbait boy," Orlando hissed, teasing and not. "You look like you're twelve, tops."
Elijah looked up, wished that he didn't have to. "I don't," he emant to say. "I'm not," is what came out.
"I know that," Orlando said.
The men -boys- he went for always asked for ID before they bought him a drink, asked him put.
Petting. Idly, casual affection that was more to do with the natural, mild hedonism of stroking the slight, pleasing roughness of denim than any kind of deliberate attempt to give comfort. Hands are not naturally still, they like to move and feel.
Orlando shifted and Elijah and Atti were forced to move with him. the static, comfortable feel vanished and sudden aches were felt. Atti could feel the numbness that orecedes pins and needles on one hand and Elijah sat up, pushed away from his comfortable niche on Orlando's shoulder. His eyes were wide and blinking slowly, trying to focus.
"I'm going to put the kettle on," Orlando said, standing up and stretching. His T-shirt rode up slightly, and Atti watched with almost aesthetic appreciation. "Do you want anything?" Said either to him or Elijah, who still looked half-asleep.
"Tea? Milk and one sugar," Elijah said.
Elijah leaned against Atti, curled around, head tucked in like he was already sleeping.
Snippet 2, Elijah/Viggo
His mouth was just there, in the exact position for a kiss.
When someone said half a line from a play he'd been in, he always felt the urge to finish it. He would sing along to half-heard songs in the radio, filling in the missing lines. he was aware of the positioning of bodies like a choreographer or a director is, alwyas trying to find the correct way for someone to stand to frame the scene.
When Elijah looked up, smiling, mouth slightly open, in exactly the same way that a million actors and actresses had stood on stage and screen, waiting for the kiss and their next line, Viggo felt the weight of that expectation pushing down on him.
He bent his head and kissed him.
Snippet 3
"Jailbait boy," Orlando hissed, teasing and not. "You look like you're twelve, tops."
Elijah looked up, wished that he didn't have to. "I don't," he emant to say. "I'm not," is what came out.
"I know that," Orlando said.
The men -boys- he went for always asked for ID before they bought him a drink, asked him put.