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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
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1,393
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1
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Shattered Soul
Title: Shattered Soul
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: Nothing of this ever happened. Viggo Mortensen and Orlando Bloom don’t belong to me. Lyrics Eternal Tears of Sorrow.
Beta: Piper Masterson. Thanks again, you’re the best!!!!!!!!
Authors note: This is my first fic in English ever.
“I'm nothing but a shattered soul...
Been ravaged by the chaotic beauty...
Ruined by the unreal temptations...
I was betrayed by my own beliefs...”
Shattered Soul by Eternal Tears of Sorrow
Orli POV
Orlando couldn't think about anything but Viggo. His former lover had broken up with him to be with that hateful woman, to quell the rumors about his sexuality, in order to not hurt his son. But Viggo couldn't see that Henry was 15 years old and was capable of enduring that kind of pressure. The boy lived a great part of his life with hunk,unk, drugged mother that slept with almost all men whom she had come in contact. He had tried to talk to Viggo, but Viggo didn't answer his phone calls nor talk to him. So now, totally inebriated he called Viggo, but just the answer machine listened to his last words. His last declaration of love…his farewell. In his mind, which was numb from the alcohol and analgesics, the only available exit for all that pain was the razor on the sink. Without thinking about the consequences of his acts, Orlando filled the bathtub and entered fully dressed with the razor in his hand. Nothing mattered now that Viggo had left his life forever. The old man had clearly emphasized that everything between them was finished and they never will be an item again.
With tears in his eyes, Orlando cut his left wrist as deep as he could, but anesthetized by the pills he only felt the razor as a soft caress touching his skin. He cut his right wrist not as deep as he desired, but it was enough.
He laid his head against the bathtub and let the torpor take his body. He didn’t know if it was the drink, the pills or the loss of blood, but he could feel all the pain vanishing from his body. Reality was more and more distant, nothing would make him suffer more and he would free forever.
Viggo POV
He hoped to surprise Orlando, he’d talked with Henry and to his astonishment his son accepted his relationship with Orlando and was happy for him. He had made a sudden realization when some magazines had started some rumors about Orlando and him. To not hurt and to protect his son he had hurt his lover. He had been harsh and stubborn in his stupid decision, but his was prepared to talk with Orlando and to try to resolve things between them. He had delayed almost one month to fix everything and get time to speak with Orlando, and now he would have a month to be with his younger lover.
Upon arriving in the beach house he saw everything dark and quiet, perhaps Orlando was out with his friends. He would enter and wait to make his surprise. After looking at the rooms and seeing the mess in the house he smiled, Orlando never changed.
He went upstairs to wait in their bedroom, where numerous times he had made love with Orlando. But he was taken back by the state of the place. It seemed that a hurricane had passed through there. Broken furniture, clothes scattered about and all their photos torn.
After examining the mess in the room he noted that the light of the bathroom was onarefarefully he approached the bathroom and when he opened the door he was presented with a frightening sight.
"Orlando!” Viggo screamed while kneeling beside the bathtub. Orlando appeared to be asleep, in a calm sleep but Viggo knew it was only an illusion. The once transparent water was now red with blood, contrasting with Orlando's pale skin. He wasn't breathing and there wasn't even a pulse or a sign of life. The once pink lips were now blue.
Tears dropped freely on Viggo's face, his decision of never again being with Orlando was now definitive. The words that he had said to Orlando in the peak of the fight returned to torment him. He'd never hear Orlando's laugh, they'd never walk on the beach watching the sunset holding hands, he’d never have his angel by his side and only he was to blame.
He didn't know what to do; he couldn't live without Orlando and he didn't want to. All of this was unfair. When everything with Orlando was finally about to work his lover gave up his life. But he'd honor the promise he made to Orlando when they first started they life together.
"Forever..." whispered Viggo while carrying his lover's lifeless body down the stairs. Even the wild storm didn't change his decision. He didn’t notice the storm wetting his body and the wind hurting him as he entered the sea, carrying Orlando. Nothing else mattered.
Rating: R
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen/Orlando Bloom
Disclaimer: Nothing of this ever happened. Viggo Mortensen and Orlando Bloom don’t belong to me. Lyrics Eternal Tears of Sorrow.
Beta: Piper Masterson. Thanks again, you’re the best!!!!!!!!
Authors note: This is my first fic in English ever.
“I'm nothing but a shattered soul...
Been ravaged by the chaotic beauty...
Ruined by the unreal temptations...
I was betrayed by my own beliefs...”
Shattered Soul by Eternal Tears of Sorrow
Orli POV
Orlando couldn't think about anything but Viggo. His former lover had broken up with him to be with that hateful woman, to quell the rumors about his sexuality, in order to not hurt his son. But Viggo couldn't see that Henry was 15 years old and was capable of enduring that kind of pressure. The boy lived a great part of his life with hunk,unk, drugged mother that slept with almost all men whom she had come in contact. He had tried to talk to Viggo, but Viggo didn't answer his phone calls nor talk to him. So now, totally inebriated he called Viggo, but just the answer machine listened to his last words. His last declaration of love…his farewell. In his mind, which was numb from the alcohol and analgesics, the only available exit for all that pain was the razor on the sink. Without thinking about the consequences of his acts, Orlando filled the bathtub and entered fully dressed with the razor in his hand. Nothing mattered now that Viggo had left his life forever. The old man had clearly emphasized that everything between them was finished and they never will be an item again.
With tears in his eyes, Orlando cut his left wrist as deep as he could, but anesthetized by the pills he only felt the razor as a soft caress touching his skin. He cut his right wrist not as deep as he desired, but it was enough.
He laid his head against the bathtub and let the torpor take his body. He didn’t know if it was the drink, the pills or the loss of blood, but he could feel all the pain vanishing from his body. Reality was more and more distant, nothing would make him suffer more and he would free forever.
Viggo POV
He hoped to surprise Orlando, he’d talked with Henry and to his astonishment his son accepted his relationship with Orlando and was happy for him. He had made a sudden realization when some magazines had started some rumors about Orlando and him. To not hurt and to protect his son he had hurt his lover. He had been harsh and stubborn in his stupid decision, but his was prepared to talk with Orlando and to try to resolve things between them. He had delayed almost one month to fix everything and get time to speak with Orlando, and now he would have a month to be with his younger lover.
Upon arriving in the beach house he saw everything dark and quiet, perhaps Orlando was out with his friends. He would enter and wait to make his surprise. After looking at the rooms and seeing the mess in the house he smiled, Orlando never changed.
He went upstairs to wait in their bedroom, where numerous times he had made love with Orlando. But he was taken back by the state of the place. It seemed that a hurricane had passed through there. Broken furniture, clothes scattered about and all their photos torn.
After examining the mess in the room he noted that the light of the bathroom was onarefarefully he approached the bathroom and when he opened the door he was presented with a frightening sight.
"Orlando!” Viggo screamed while kneeling beside the bathtub. Orlando appeared to be asleep, in a calm sleep but Viggo knew it was only an illusion. The once transparent water was now red with blood, contrasting with Orlando's pale skin. He wasn't breathing and there wasn't even a pulse or a sign of life. The once pink lips were now blue.
Tears dropped freely on Viggo's face, his decision of never again being with Orlando was now definitive. The words that he had said to Orlando in the peak of the fight returned to torment him. He'd never hear Orlando's laugh, they'd never walk on the beach watching the sunset holding hands, he’d never have his angel by his side and only he was to blame.
He didn't know what to do; he couldn't live without Orlando and he didn't want to. All of this was unfair. When everything with Orlando was finally about to work his lover gave up his life. But he'd honor the promise he made to Orlando when they first started they life together.
"Forever..." whispered Viggo while carrying his lover's lifeless body down the stairs. Even the wild storm didn't change his decision. He didn’t notice the storm wetting his body and the wind hurting him as he entered the sea, carrying Orlando. Nothing else mattered.