Slash Me Twice

Bound


I still can't believe what I did but I believe that it was right. It was black magic and black magic is said to be wrong, no matter what, but how can something that makes Sean mine be wrong? It simply can't be.
I shudder as I slowly cross the car park. Monday morning, here I come. Another day of being turned into Aragorn, of missing my cues whenever Sean is near, of being harrassed by Hobbits and a certain bouncy, way too nosy elf and of watching Sean. I know I'm smirking, but so what?
Watching Sean is what I like to do best. I bet Peter would kick my ass if things went on like this but luckily - luckily? unfortunately! - Aragorn and Boromir don't have that much scenes together. Damn it!
Shall I talk to him today or rather revel another day in the pleasure of watching him, knowing that he cannot help but become mine? I don't know.
But I hope that I'll manage to make him see that no matter how much he'll be mine, I'll always be his as well, for I am bound to him.
Bound to the happiness his smile brings me. Bound to the inner light that shines from him and lights my dark, even manages to brighten my moods.
Bound, as my eyes are bound to his beauty, his strength of spirit and his every gesture from the way Boromir grasps his sword, to the way Sean swallows his tea. I never thought this day would come but I prosper in my prison of love, ever since he managed to capture my heart and I thoroughly enjoy being bound to him. And bound to him I will remain, even if it should be my death.