Stains of Blue
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,989
Reviews:
21
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Epilogue
Ok this is the last part of my story...
I hope you enjoyed it, and I wanna thank you for all your support - lot's of love!!!
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Epilogue
Heated drops of crystal liquid cascaded onto the man’s pleasantly tanned skin, that stretched over his perfect complexion of muscle and sinew. His head was leaned into the back of his neck and he ran his hands through the soaped, jaw-length cut, dark straw-coloured hair, and a low groan echoed through the small shower cubicle. In his mind he still lingered in the previous night, as he had all morning. He obviously had had great sex before, he’d had amazing sex and radiated that to most women – but with her something had been different, something had been unique and it lingered. It lingered in his mind, in his soul, it inspired him to work, to paint, to write – something was different, and he couldn’t wait to get downstairs and delve into that new and deeply satisfying emotion again.
The soft towel stuck to his wet form when he dried himself slowly, letting his hands linger on his chest, that she had kissed. A warm glow had filled his existence, his veins and cells, as if the sun had lit up inside of him leaving him changed, leaving him a different man.
Smiling he walked down the stairs into his kitchen, a warm smile burned into his features, and found it deserted – but while he proceeded into the living-room, the garden, even the bathrooms and his atelier and the smile slowly faded, he hadn’t noticed the small note on the kitchen table. It took a while until he fully realized that his angel had left, and much longer what she had really meant to him. Until he could admit to himself that she could have been what he had been looking for all his life, by now taking for granted he would never find her – and that he had let his angel go. The painting he had started that morning in the afterglow of their love making, in warm colours of red and gold, became darker and darker the more he worked on it, until he finally made himself stop and while the dawn already crept into his beautiful garden he returned into the house shivering. He had to eat something, had to drink, had to sleep, although he already knew he would not be able to.
Dear Viggo,
Perfection does not linger – it’s true.
Nothing can assure that we had could have been more, could have blossomed to a bliss that doesn’t fade, like the one we felt last night.
You are not ready to try anymore, but maybe that means that you have given up before on yourself forever, and maybe I’m not just enough to shatter your defences – have it as you want to. But I know that I love you and as tempting your offer may have been, you know it’s not enough.
I’m sorry -
“Why do sweet dreams leave such a big Stain?”
- Iris
For the first time on that day tears welled up behind the man’s lids, but at the same time a smile crept up his features. And suddenly he knew – the changes, he had taken for granted would never come, these changes had already begun, there was no way back, there was no letting go, because in his heart she had not left, in his heart she was still there, looking up to him with her large innocent eyes, that held the whole world, the whole universe in a single sparkle.
And with a smile he went bed, there was no hurry, he had a whole lifetime to explore the new terrain, the new love that had shattered the world, he had built up around him. Once again he found himself getting lost, drowning in her artwork, that he would publish as soon as he could, and with a yearning heart, but knowing that tomorrow a new and exciting future would begin, he fell in a calm and dreamless slumber…
The end.
I hope you enjoyed it, and I wanna thank you for all your support - lot's of love!!!
****
Epilogue
Heated drops of crystal liquid cascaded onto the man’s pleasantly tanned skin, that stretched over his perfect complexion of muscle and sinew. His head was leaned into the back of his neck and he ran his hands through the soaped, jaw-length cut, dark straw-coloured hair, and a low groan echoed through the small shower cubicle. In his mind he still lingered in the previous night, as he had all morning. He obviously had had great sex before, he’d had amazing sex and radiated that to most women – but with her something had been different, something had been unique and it lingered. It lingered in his mind, in his soul, it inspired him to work, to paint, to write – something was different, and he couldn’t wait to get downstairs and delve into that new and deeply satisfying emotion again.
The soft towel stuck to his wet form when he dried himself slowly, letting his hands linger on his chest, that she had kissed. A warm glow had filled his existence, his veins and cells, as if the sun had lit up inside of him leaving him changed, leaving him a different man.
Smiling he walked down the stairs into his kitchen, a warm smile burned into his features, and found it deserted – but while he proceeded into the living-room, the garden, even the bathrooms and his atelier and the smile slowly faded, he hadn’t noticed the small note on the kitchen table. It took a while until he fully realized that his angel had left, and much longer what she had really meant to him. Until he could admit to himself that she could have been what he had been looking for all his life, by now taking for granted he would never find her – and that he had let his angel go. The painting he had started that morning in the afterglow of their love making, in warm colours of red and gold, became darker and darker the more he worked on it, until he finally made himself stop and while the dawn already crept into his beautiful garden he returned into the house shivering. He had to eat something, had to drink, had to sleep, although he already knew he would not be able to.
Dear Viggo,
Perfection does not linger – it’s true.
Nothing can assure that we had could have been more, could have blossomed to a bliss that doesn’t fade, like the one we felt last night.
You are not ready to try anymore, but maybe that means that you have given up before on yourself forever, and maybe I’m not just enough to shatter your defences – have it as you want to. But I know that I love you and as tempting your offer may have been, you know it’s not enough.
I’m sorry -
“Why do sweet dreams leave such a big Stain?”
- Iris
For the first time on that day tears welled up behind the man’s lids, but at the same time a smile crept up his features. And suddenly he knew – the changes, he had taken for granted would never come, these changes had already begun, there was no way back, there was no letting go, because in his heart she had not left, in his heart she was still there, looking up to him with her large innocent eyes, that held the whole world, the whole universe in a single sparkle.
And with a smile he went bed, there was no hurry, he had a whole lifetime to explore the new terrain, the new love that had shattered the world, he had built up around him. Once again he found himself getting lost, drowning in her artwork, that he would publish as soon as he could, and with a yearning heart, but knowing that tomorrow a new and exciting future would begin, he fell in a calm and dreamless slumber…
The end.