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aimeeliciousSo, randomly, I wrote an Orlando/Viggo RPS drabble. "Where did this come from", you say? "I have no idea", I reply. It might be kind of pretentious, with overblown language, but I'm putting it out there anyway.
Axis
There wasn't much motion, just a slow and powerful rocking. Yet Orlando felt as though Earth itself had turned on its axis, making time itch to continue and the universe bigger than ever. The weight of everything carried in his heart lifted and flew away with each stroke, like paper on the wind.
He knew if he opened his eyes, he would see Viggo's tan and stoic face above him, staring, daring him to stop this pretense. But in the darkness behind his lids, Orlando could paint the stars wherever he wanted them, and watch until they all burned out.
Axis
There wasn't much motion, just a slow and powerful rocking. Yet Orlando felt as though Earth itself had turned on its axis, making time itch to continue and the universe bigger than ever. The weight of everything carried in his heart lifted and flew away with each stroke, like paper on the wind.
He knew if he opened his eyes, he would see Viggo's tan and stoic face above him, staring, daring him to stop this pretense. But in the darkness behind his lids, Orlando could paint the stars wherever he wanted them, and watch until they all burned out.
