Before Sunrise
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,554
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Before Sunrise
Disclaimer: Not true! Snatched the idea from the movie bearing the same title.
All readers not capable of the German language: There are a few German sentences you do not have to understand and that are only supposed to add to the atmosphere. If you still want a translation just drop the word and I’ll give it to you! Or just check my LJ for it.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lhiam/
Before sunrise
Dave’s POV:
When the man started to speak his voice was dripping with surpressed anger. “Es wird dich nicht interessieren, aber es steht etwas über dich in der Zeitung: 70000 Frauen sind dem Alkohol verfallen. Du bist eine davon…“
Alcohol? It was the only word David could understand and alcohol sounded pretty good at the moment. The couple had started fighting when they had left the train station in Köln hours ago.
“Das trifft mich überhaupt nicht!” the woman snapped and Dave flinched, the woman’s shrill voice shouting in that hard, foreign language ringing in his ears. It reminded him once again painfully why he hated travelling by train. “Wenn hier jemand dem Alkohol verfallen ist, dann bist das du!” The volume of her voice was rising with every word.
Planes were so much more quiet and comfortable than trains plus you had the service. Ok, the food was bad, but who cared if you just didn’t have to sit in a train, listening to a German couple shouting at each other. With an ennerved groan Dave turned the volume on his iPod a little louder, trying to shut out their voices. He wished he would’ve had the money to take the flight from Hamburg back home to Australia, but flying from Paris even with the train ticket was so much cheaper.
“Bei mir hat es einen Grund: Ich bin mit dir verheiratet!” Dave groaned and stood up. He wouldn’t be able to stand this for another hour, he decided and took his bag to search for another seat. At the end of the compartment a handsome man was seated alone in a group of four seats, typing frantically on his laptop. His short hair was messy in an almost casual way, standing in contrast to the dark pinstriped suit he was wearing. Definitely worth a try, Dave thought and adressed the man. “Um...excuse me, mate, but is this one free?” He pointed at one of the seats on the opposite side of the man.
Confused the man stared at him through his frameless glasses. He nodded and then continued his work. With a sly grin Dave stashed his bag and sat down, observing the man in front of him who didn’t even so much as look up at him. The other man was maybe a few years older than Dave and he didn’t seem like the talkative kind.
Dave was ripped from his thoughts when the woman’s sharp voice cut through the air again. “Könntest du mir den Gefallen tun und mich endlich in Ruhe lassen? Ich habe einen wunderbaren Vorschlag: Du ziehst zu deiner Mutter und du kannst deine Kochbücher mitnehmen!“ The woman’s voice got louder when she rushed past Dave and the other man, closely followed by her yelling husband. “Das ist ein wunderbarer Vorschlag und den machst du mir ungefähr zweimal im Monat!” Then the compartment door was slammed shut and there was wonderful silence.
“Finally!” Dave sighed and leant back in his seat. “They really started to get on my nerve,” he told the other man who just smiled at him politely before looking down again. He hadn’t said a word since Dave had sat down on his opposite side. Dave whistled to the tune pouring from his headphones. “Do you have any idea what they were going on about?” he asked the handsome man after a while and only gained a confused look. “Oh,” Dave frowned, deciding to speak a little more slowly. “Excuse me, mate, but do you speak English?”
“Yeah,” a smile lit up the other man’s face. “I do speak English, but I just didn’t listen. What did you say again?”
“Oh,” Dave grinned, deciding that he liked the other man’s smile. It added a boyish charm to his handsome features that made Dave wibble in his seat. “I was just wondering if you had understood what those two were screaming about...”
The other man shrugged his shoulders. “My German is not that good, but I think they couldn’t decide which one of them is the alcoholic and in the end she wanted him to move back to his mother...normal fight.” He chuckled softly and offered Dave his hand, squeezing it firmly. “My name is Sean.”
“Dave,” the Aussie replied, his eyes widening when Sean took off his glasses, revealing a pair of deep green orbs. He pointed at the other man’s laptop. “You’re on a business trip?” he asked, not wanting to go back to just silently watching the other man.
“Business trip?” the other man frowned. “Oh, you mean the suit and laptop? No, actually I’m just travelling back to England from my...grandmother’s...funeral and this...” He patted the laptop, avoiding Dave’s gaze. “This is for writing. I’m a writer.” He combed his hand through blond strands of hair.
So that’s where the messy hair comes from... Dave thought and nodded. “And...what are you writing?”
Sean lowered his eyes, looking a little embarassed. “I earn my money with those romantic paperback kitsch novels...and sometimes I write children’s books. Footie stories, you know?” He looked up at Dave again. “In my heart I always wanted to do poetry, but you can’t really earn much money with that these days...”
A smile tugged at the corner of Dave’s mouth. “Kitsch novels? My mum reads those...maybe she even owns some of yours...”
Sean laughed and the sound went straight to Dave’s heart, that was beating a little faster now. “Who knows? They’re sold all over the world...I guess even in Australia...”
Dave heard the question in Sean’s voice. “My accent!” he laughed. “It always gives away where I’m from.” He folded his long limbs to sit more comfortably. “And why is a famous writer like you travelling by train?”
“I...” Sean was just about to answer when the German couple entered the compartment again, still screaming and shouting at each other. Holding his hands over his ears, Sean grimaced. “Look, want a cup of coffee? I’m buying. We can talk better at some place where it is not so loud and I think I really need a break from this!”
They walked in silence, only speaking again when they were sitting at a table, each of them holding a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. “I am afraid of flying,” Sean finally continued their earlier discussion. “That’s why I prefer to travel by train or ship if it’s possible.” White teeth flashed when he smiled. “My face goes all pale and I start to chain smoke. Once I even totally freaked out while there were some turbulences and nearly broke the kneecap of the poor lad sitting next to me because I was holding on to him so hard...”
Dave laughed. “It’s a long journey from Germany if you want to go to England. You take the ferry from Calais I guess...”
Sean nodded. “Everything’s better than flying. I am so afraid of plane crashes... Ships are not so bad cause I can swim. That gives me at least some feeling of safety. But airplanes? You’re completely helpless when something happens.”
“I prefer planes,” Dave explained. “It’s quiet usually, you get as much alcohol to drink as you want...” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I have to travel to Paris because I couldn’t afford the flight from Hamburg. It was cheaper even though I had to get this train ticket to Paris.”
“And what drove you to Europe?” Sean asked, drinking a sip of his coffee. “It’s a pretty long way to come here from Down Under...”
Dave’s grey eyes cloaded as he replied. “I visited...a friend,” he said in a hoarse voice and Sean didn’t press the matter further, sensing that the other man didn’t want to talk about it. “What are you listening to?” he asked instead, pointing at Dave’s iPod.
“Oh...” Dave handed Sean the headphones. “I’m in a band,” he explained. “This is one of our songs. Care to listen?”
Sean’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “It’s...loud,” he said after a while when he handed the headphones back to Dave. “But it’s got a nice tune and I like the singer’s voice. What are you playing?”
“Guitar,” Dave mumbled, looking out of the window. It had started raining outside. “I’ve always been fasinated by the way raindrops run down glass,” he smiled, tracing the trails the rain had left on the other side of the glass with his fingers. “The way the water meets and parts again until it vanishes somewhere...”
Sean snorted. “And I am supposed to be the dreamy poet here...” He brought his hand to the glass as well so that it was nearly touching Dave’s. “Tiny little rivers...” he breathed. “They actually make me think of tears, don’t know why.” His fingers touched Dave’s and he finally pulled his hand back as if he was burned. “Sorry,” Sean smiled and Dave found himself fascinated by the way Sean’s whole face seemed to be involved in the smile. It was not just his lips and eyes, even his skin seemed to glow in the shine of his smile.
Quickly Dave pulled his eyes from Sean, not wanting to be caught staring at the other man.
“And what are you doing when you’re not playing the guitar?” Sean asked, not wanting the conversation to die.
Dave shrugged his shoulders. “This and that. Selling ice-cream, I’ve worked in a clothes store...whatever seems fitting at the moment. I guess I just always was a case of not being good enough in anything...”
Sean pulled up his brows. “Let’s just pretend you could do whatever you’d want to do, what would you be then? You surely have some dream... Fireman? Musician?”
Dave cocked his head. “Actor,” he replied after hesitating for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to be an actor.”
“Ever went to auditions?” Sean asked, scratching his stubbly chin.
“No...” Dave shook his head, lowering his gaze to the ground. “Look, it’s just a dream...”
“So why not reach out for the stars?” Sean’s voice sounded encouraging. “You’ll never know if it’s just a dream if you don’t try it...”
“Maybe someday...” Dave whispered hesitantly, being interrupted by the conductor’s voice who informed them that they would soon reach Paris. “Looks like I’ll have to leave...” he mumbled quietly. “It was nice to meet you, Sean.” He offered the other man his hand. “I really enjoyed our conversation!”
Sean smiled as well, squeezing Dave’s hand a little longer than necessary. “Yeah, it was nice to meet you, too, Dave. I’ll travel a little longer with this train to Calais where my ferry leaves tomorrow evening. Have a good flight to Australia!”
“Thanks.” Dave grabbed his bag and waved one last time at Sean over his shoulder. “Bye, mate!” He felt sad that he had to leave Sean behind. Although he had known the other man for only about an hour he had come to like him. It had been a long time since he had been able to talk to a stranger that freely, since he had felt this linked to another person. Dave forced himself not to look back. It wouldn’t make things better. He stepped out of the train, walked a few metres and then stopped dead in his trails.
~*~
Sean’s POV:
Sean felt sorry to see the younger man leave. Talking to Dave had been a refreshing experience and he would’ve enjoyed to continue their conversation. There was only an empty hotel room waiting for him in Calais, an empty cabin on the ship and an empty flat in London. He missed the company of other human beings, but Sean hadn’t been ready to go out since Viggo had died. The wounds were still too deep, too fresh. He hadn’t travelled to bury his grandmother as he had told Dave. He had travelled to Germany to bury his former lover, the man who had left him to die in a car accident.
Sean took another sip of his now cold coffee, reluctant to get up yet and walk back into the train compartment where he had been sitting. He was just about to leave when a breathless male voice stopped him. Dave...
“Look, Sean,” the other man said hastily. “You will think of me as a total freak, but do you want to spend the night with me in Paris?” He shook his head when he saw Sean’s shocked gaze. “Sorry, I need to voice that differently. Cause I don’t mean it that way. I can’t afford a hotel room. If I could things would be different...” He inhaled deeply. “What I mean now is, do you want to spend the night with me in Paris, talking, getting to know the town? You said your ship didn’t leave before tomorrow evening and my flight doesn’t go before tomorrow morning, so what do you think?”
Surprised Sean looked at Dave who was staring down at him from pleading eyes. Dave’s heart seemed to falter when Sean shook his head. “You’re a crazy bastard, lad,” he chuckled in a low voice. “The answer is yes...”
TBC? What ya think?
All readers not capable of the German language: There are a few German sentences you do not have to understand and that are only supposed to add to the atmosphere. If you still want a translation just drop the word and I’ll give it to you! Or just check my LJ for it.
http://www.livejournal.com/users/lhiam/
Before sunrise
Dave’s POV:
When the man started to speak his voice was dripping with surpressed anger. “Es wird dich nicht interessieren, aber es steht etwas über dich in der Zeitung: 70000 Frauen sind dem Alkohol verfallen. Du bist eine davon…“
Alcohol? It was the only word David could understand and alcohol sounded pretty good at the moment. The couple had started fighting when they had left the train station in Köln hours ago.
“Das trifft mich überhaupt nicht!” the woman snapped and Dave flinched, the woman’s shrill voice shouting in that hard, foreign language ringing in his ears. It reminded him once again painfully why he hated travelling by train. “Wenn hier jemand dem Alkohol verfallen ist, dann bist das du!” The volume of her voice was rising with every word.
Planes were so much more quiet and comfortable than trains plus you had the service. Ok, the food was bad, but who cared if you just didn’t have to sit in a train, listening to a German couple shouting at each other. With an ennerved groan Dave turned the volume on his iPod a little louder, trying to shut out their voices. He wished he would’ve had the money to take the flight from Hamburg back home to Australia, but flying from Paris even with the train ticket was so much cheaper.
“Bei mir hat es einen Grund: Ich bin mit dir verheiratet!” Dave groaned and stood up. He wouldn’t be able to stand this for another hour, he decided and took his bag to search for another seat. At the end of the compartment a handsome man was seated alone in a group of four seats, typing frantically on his laptop. His short hair was messy in an almost casual way, standing in contrast to the dark pinstriped suit he was wearing. Definitely worth a try, Dave thought and adressed the man. “Um...excuse me, mate, but is this one free?” He pointed at one of the seats on the opposite side of the man.
Confused the man stared at him through his frameless glasses. He nodded and then continued his work. With a sly grin Dave stashed his bag and sat down, observing the man in front of him who didn’t even so much as look up at him. The other man was maybe a few years older than Dave and he didn’t seem like the talkative kind.
Dave was ripped from his thoughts when the woman’s sharp voice cut through the air again. “Könntest du mir den Gefallen tun und mich endlich in Ruhe lassen? Ich habe einen wunderbaren Vorschlag: Du ziehst zu deiner Mutter und du kannst deine Kochbücher mitnehmen!“ The woman’s voice got louder when she rushed past Dave and the other man, closely followed by her yelling husband. “Das ist ein wunderbarer Vorschlag und den machst du mir ungefähr zweimal im Monat!” Then the compartment door was slammed shut and there was wonderful silence.
“Finally!” Dave sighed and leant back in his seat. “They really started to get on my nerve,” he told the other man who just smiled at him politely before looking down again. He hadn’t said a word since Dave had sat down on his opposite side. Dave whistled to the tune pouring from his headphones. “Do you have any idea what they were going on about?” he asked the handsome man after a while and only gained a confused look. “Oh,” Dave frowned, deciding to speak a little more slowly. “Excuse me, mate, but do you speak English?”
“Yeah,” a smile lit up the other man’s face. “I do speak English, but I just didn’t listen. What did you say again?”
“Oh,” Dave grinned, deciding that he liked the other man’s smile. It added a boyish charm to his handsome features that made Dave wibble in his seat. “I was just wondering if you had understood what those two were screaming about...”
The other man shrugged his shoulders. “My German is not that good, but I think they couldn’t decide which one of them is the alcoholic and in the end she wanted him to move back to his mother...normal fight.” He chuckled softly and offered Dave his hand, squeezing it firmly. “My name is Sean.”
“Dave,” the Aussie replied, his eyes widening when Sean took off his glasses, revealing a pair of deep green orbs. He pointed at the other man’s laptop. “You’re on a business trip?” he asked, not wanting to go back to just silently watching the other man.
“Business trip?” the other man frowned. “Oh, you mean the suit and laptop? No, actually I’m just travelling back to England from my...grandmother’s...funeral and this...” He patted the laptop, avoiding Dave’s gaze. “This is for writing. I’m a writer.” He combed his hand through blond strands of hair.
So that’s where the messy hair comes from... Dave thought and nodded. “And...what are you writing?”
Sean lowered his eyes, looking a little embarassed. “I earn my money with those romantic paperback kitsch novels...and sometimes I write children’s books. Footie stories, you know?” He looked up at Dave again. “In my heart I always wanted to do poetry, but you can’t really earn much money with that these days...”
A smile tugged at the corner of Dave’s mouth. “Kitsch novels? My mum reads those...maybe she even owns some of yours...”
Sean laughed and the sound went straight to Dave’s heart, that was beating a little faster now. “Who knows? They’re sold all over the world...I guess even in Australia...”
Dave heard the question in Sean’s voice. “My accent!” he laughed. “It always gives away where I’m from.” He folded his long limbs to sit more comfortably. “And why is a famous writer like you travelling by train?”
“I...” Sean was just about to answer when the German couple entered the compartment again, still screaming and shouting at each other. Holding his hands over his ears, Sean grimaced. “Look, want a cup of coffee? I’m buying. We can talk better at some place where it is not so loud and I think I really need a break from this!”
They walked in silence, only speaking again when they were sitting at a table, each of them holding a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. “I am afraid of flying,” Sean finally continued their earlier discussion. “That’s why I prefer to travel by train or ship if it’s possible.” White teeth flashed when he smiled. “My face goes all pale and I start to chain smoke. Once I even totally freaked out while there were some turbulences and nearly broke the kneecap of the poor lad sitting next to me because I was holding on to him so hard...”
Dave laughed. “It’s a long journey from Germany if you want to go to England. You take the ferry from Calais I guess...”
Sean nodded. “Everything’s better than flying. I am so afraid of plane crashes... Ships are not so bad cause I can swim. That gives me at least some feeling of safety. But airplanes? You’re completely helpless when something happens.”
“I prefer planes,” Dave explained. “It’s quiet usually, you get as much alcohol to drink as you want...” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I have to travel to Paris because I couldn’t afford the flight from Hamburg. It was cheaper even though I had to get this train ticket to Paris.”
“And what drove you to Europe?” Sean asked, drinking a sip of his coffee. “It’s a pretty long way to come here from Down Under...”
Dave’s grey eyes cloaded as he replied. “I visited...a friend,” he said in a hoarse voice and Sean didn’t press the matter further, sensing that the other man didn’t want to talk about it. “What are you listening to?” he asked instead, pointing at Dave’s iPod.
“Oh...” Dave handed Sean the headphones. “I’m in a band,” he explained. “This is one of our songs. Care to listen?”
Sean’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “It’s...loud,” he said after a while when he handed the headphones back to Dave. “But it’s got a nice tune and I like the singer’s voice. What are you playing?”
“Guitar,” Dave mumbled, looking out of the window. It had started raining outside. “I’ve always been fasinated by the way raindrops run down glass,” he smiled, tracing the trails the rain had left on the other side of the glass with his fingers. “The way the water meets and parts again until it vanishes somewhere...”
Sean snorted. “And I am supposed to be the dreamy poet here...” He brought his hand to the glass as well so that it was nearly touching Dave’s. “Tiny little rivers...” he breathed. “They actually make me think of tears, don’t know why.” His fingers touched Dave’s and he finally pulled his hand back as if he was burned. “Sorry,” Sean smiled and Dave found himself fascinated by the way Sean’s whole face seemed to be involved in the smile. It was not just his lips and eyes, even his skin seemed to glow in the shine of his smile.
Quickly Dave pulled his eyes from Sean, not wanting to be caught staring at the other man.
“And what are you doing when you’re not playing the guitar?” Sean asked, not wanting the conversation to die.
Dave shrugged his shoulders. “This and that. Selling ice-cream, I’ve worked in a clothes store...whatever seems fitting at the moment. I guess I just always was a case of not being good enough in anything...”
Sean pulled up his brows. “Let’s just pretend you could do whatever you’d want to do, what would you be then? You surely have some dream... Fireman? Musician?”
Dave cocked his head. “Actor,” he replied after hesitating for a moment. “I’ve always wanted to be an actor.”
“Ever went to auditions?” Sean asked, scratching his stubbly chin.
“No...” Dave shook his head, lowering his gaze to the ground. “Look, it’s just a dream...”
“So why not reach out for the stars?” Sean’s voice sounded encouraging. “You’ll never know if it’s just a dream if you don’t try it...”
“Maybe someday...” Dave whispered hesitantly, being interrupted by the conductor’s voice who informed them that they would soon reach Paris. “Looks like I’ll have to leave...” he mumbled quietly. “It was nice to meet you, Sean.” He offered the other man his hand. “I really enjoyed our conversation!”
Sean smiled as well, squeezing Dave’s hand a little longer than necessary. “Yeah, it was nice to meet you, too, Dave. I’ll travel a little longer with this train to Calais where my ferry leaves tomorrow evening. Have a good flight to Australia!”
“Thanks.” Dave grabbed his bag and waved one last time at Sean over his shoulder. “Bye, mate!” He felt sad that he had to leave Sean behind. Although he had known the other man for only about an hour he had come to like him. It had been a long time since he had been able to talk to a stranger that freely, since he had felt this linked to another person. Dave forced himself not to look back. It wouldn’t make things better. He stepped out of the train, walked a few metres and then stopped dead in his trails.
~*~
Sean’s POV:
Sean felt sorry to see the younger man leave. Talking to Dave had been a refreshing experience and he would’ve enjoyed to continue their conversation. There was only an empty hotel room waiting for him in Calais, an empty cabin on the ship and an empty flat in London. He missed the company of other human beings, but Sean hadn’t been ready to go out since Viggo had died. The wounds were still too deep, too fresh. He hadn’t travelled to bury his grandmother as he had told Dave. He had travelled to Germany to bury his former lover, the man who had left him to die in a car accident.
Sean took another sip of his now cold coffee, reluctant to get up yet and walk back into the train compartment where he had been sitting. He was just about to leave when a breathless male voice stopped him. Dave...
“Look, Sean,” the other man said hastily. “You will think of me as a total freak, but do you want to spend the night with me in Paris?” He shook his head when he saw Sean’s shocked gaze. “Sorry, I need to voice that differently. Cause I don’t mean it that way. I can’t afford a hotel room. If I could things would be different...” He inhaled deeply. “What I mean now is, do you want to spend the night with me in Paris, talking, getting to know the town? You said your ship didn’t leave before tomorrow evening and my flight doesn’t go before tomorrow morning, so what do you think?”
Surprised Sean looked at Dave who was staring down at him from pleading eyes. Dave’s heart seemed to falter when Sean shook his head. “You’re a crazy bastard, lad,” he chuckled in a low voice. “The answer is yes...”
TBC? What ya think?