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crack_van2006-04-27 08:43 pm
catatonic1242.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-04-27 08:43 pm
Entry tags:
Wet by deleerium (PG-13)
Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Karl/Orlando
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deleerium
Author Website: deleerium (under construction)
Why this must be read:
I can't do the images in this fic justice with any kind of summary. It's short enough to read quickly and then return to linger over, soaking in all of the well-turned phrases and the carefully chosen words. It's lovely.
Wet, pea-green velvet. Viggo pushed his toes through another two inches of grass. Rain slid along the underside of the half-open door, landing in splats on the top of his naked foot. "I wrote words for you. On the back of a re-write." He scratched at a dried crust of burnt umber melded to the green of his faded cords and breathed into the phone. "Tasted you when I licked my thumb, turning a page." He tilted his head back and stared at the metal roof. Chuckled - a rough, afterglow kind of sound. "No."
Wet
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando, Karl/Orlando
Author on LJ:
deleeriumAuthor Website: deleerium (under construction)
Why this must be read:
I can't do the images in this fic justice with any kind of summary. It's short enough to read quickly and then return to linger over, soaking in all of the well-turned phrases and the carefully chosen words. It's lovely.
Wet, pea-green velvet. Viggo pushed his toes through another two inches of grass. Rain slid along the underside of the half-open door, landing in splats on the top of his naked foot. "I wrote words for you. On the back of a re-write." He scratched at a dried crust of burnt umber melded to the green of his faded cords and breathed into the phone. "Tasted you when I licked my thumb, turning a page." He tilted his head back and stared at the metal roof. Chuckled - a rough, afterglow kind of sound. "No."
Wet