The hardness and anger of 'the mood' is like iron in the first part of that section, and then, like dropping a cast iron axe, it shatters like glass when he hears Sean's voice and there's a sort of glittering in the air.
And the biting jealousy that made him 'angry that Sean had changed again and he wasn’t there!'
Then Sean always shy and afraid to move forward but then - saying 'I came here for you.' and then 'follow you anywhere'.
And the explosive 'Damn you'. that blew apart the lock gates and allowed the first rush of his opened love to crash through. 'Come with me.' and the running, dragging, running.... and then they kissed. Their first real speech between them. Sean's shy tongue and Viggo searching drawing...
The question - so tentative and ridiculous.... that Sean found the humour .and his laughter was cool wind that wound around Viggo’s neck and draped over his shoulders -- -- those words are worthy of Viggo's love.
and they part - without the sexlove - to clear their lives of the chains, the locks of 'responsible lives', to begin to clear the rubbish, open the path - to Home.
This is so peaceful now. Decisions have been made, and hope is leading them forward. No matter that the years ahead are less than the ones before - those to come will be their real lives, decorated with the realities that matter.
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The hardness and anger of 'the mood' is like iron in the first part of that section, and then, like dropping a cast iron axe, it shatters like glass when he hears Sean's voice and there's a sort of glittering in the air.
And the biting jealousy that made him 'angry that Sean had changed again and he wasn’t there!'
Then Sean always shy and afraid to move forward but then - saying 'I came here for you.' and then 'follow you anywhere'.
And the explosive 'Damn you'. that blew apart the lock gates and allowed the first rush of his opened love to crash through. 'Come with me.' and the running, dragging, running.... and then they kissed. Their first real speech between them. Sean's shy tongue and Viggo searching drawing...
The question - so tentative and ridiculous.... that Sean found the humour .and his laughter was cool wind that wound around Viggo’s neck and draped over his shoulders -- -- those words are worthy of Viggo's love.
and they part - without the sexlove - to clear their lives of the chains, the locks of 'responsible lives', to begin to clear the rubbish, open the path - to Home.
This is so peaceful now. Decisions have been made, and hope is leading them forward. No matter that the years ahead are less than the ones before - those to come will be their real lives, decorated with the realities that matter.
Happy happy birthday, and thank you.