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Do you believe in ghosts?
Feb. 18th, 2007 05:59 pmSean slipped under the covers and reached out his hand to turn the nightstand light off. That he hesitated for a moment before flicking the switch off was witness to how disturbed and uneasy he was feeling that night.
He stretched his legs and settled himself into what he considered to be his sleep position, hoping that might help stop the maelstrom in his mind from spinning wildly in an empty circle as he tried to plot out what he was going to do, how he was going to play this... how he was going to keep himself in check and stop being himself turning into Boromir.
Tomorrow Boromir was going to die and Aragorn was going to cry for him and kiss his forehead.
Tomorrow Viggo was going to lie down on Sean's prone body and cry and kiss him, and Sean had no bloody clue as to how he was going to stop himself from wrapping his arms around his co-star and just kiss him back the way he'd been dream of doing every single night for weeks now.
He stretched his legs and settled himself into what he considered to be his sleep position, hoping that might help stop the maelstrom in his mind from spinning wildly in an empty circle as he tried to plot out what he was going to do, how he was going to play this... how he was going to keep himself in check and stop being himself turning into Boromir.
Tomorrow Boromir was going to die and Aragorn was going to cry for him and kiss his forehead.
Tomorrow Viggo was going to lie down on Sean's prone body and cry and kiss him, and Sean had no bloody clue as to how he was going to stop himself from wrapping his arms around his co-star and just kiss him back the way he'd been dream of doing every single night for weeks now.
