| A Note |
[10 Mar 2005|04:49am] |
Taped on the fridge of the Bean-Mortensen household before Sean went to work:
Dear Vig,
Today I woke up a few minutes before you, and I couldn't resist just watching you sleep, your skin all golden and beautiful in the early morning light. Just wanted to say that you're my very reason for living.
I love you very much.
Your husband,
Sean.
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| Hopes And Fears |
[16 Nov 2004|11:45pm] |
In a month or so, there is going to be that human festival called Christmas which everyone seems to really look forward to celebrating. As a result, the shop has been even busier and between taking care of the shop and visiting my Da, I have not had much time to spend with Viggo. He's also been busy with setting up his little gallery as well as doing his share of the wedding preparations. It makes me upset that sometimes I can't be there to help out, but he's been very understanding so far.
Soon, I will be getting ready to tell my Da that I will be giving up my immortality. I'm not sure how he'll take the news, but I can guess he'll react in two ways: he'll either become very quiet and refuse to speak to me for a while, or he'll get upset and we'll start having a massive argument. I've been really reluctant to tell him because recently he's been getting along a lot better with Viggo and he might even be starting to accept the idea of our marriage. I'm not sure how my Da will take the news that his son won't really be a true Elf anymore.
Still, as I lie in bed at night listening to Viggo's breathing, it doesn't seem so hard to tell my Da and the rest of the world that I want to spend the rest of my life with this man, and eventually die with him. I don't really see the point of living if he's not in my life anymore, and not many people can understand that. I suppose we knew what we were getting into when we got into this relationship, it would be a lot of hardship for both of us. Besides, Viggo makes up for everything, and more. One look into those blue eyes and I remember why I fell in love in the first place.
I stare at his painting of me hanging above our bed, sighing as I wrap an arm tighter around him. It used to be just the two of us, but now it feels like we're getting busier with our own lives and I don't see Viggo as much as I would like to. When we finally get together in the evenings, our time spent together is even more precious. I suppose that's good in a way. I'm hoping things will change and I'll get more time with Viggo once we're married, but something is telling me I might be wrong.
I just hope everything goes alright, especially with my Da. I'll need his support in this, especially when I give up my immortality. Sigh.
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[05 Sep 2004|12:55pm] |
For the past few days I've been dividing my time between the hospital and going home to see Viggo. I had toyed with the idea of closing the shop for a week or so, but we really need the money for the wedding and especially now that my father is back. So instead, I hired a new manager to take care of the shop. Rohit is a very capable young man and after observing him for a day or two, I have no qualms about leaving him alone to manage the shop. That gives me a lot more time to spend with Viggo whenever I'm not at the hospital with my Da.
I know the whole business about my dad returning has changed the dynamics of my relationship with Viggo a bit, and while I'm ecstatic to have my father back in my life again, I'm so used to spending all my time with Viggo so maybe it's hard for both of us to adjust. I don't ever want to make Viggo feel like I'm neglecting him, and we have so much to plan for our wedding. I'd promised him that we'd go shopping for my Elven robes and his Sherwani the other day, but we haven't managed to go yet because of me being at the hospital. But he's been so understanding about everything and it makes me feel worse. But I know I am a lucky Elf, I am. I just wish I knew a solution to this.
It's going to be difficult when my dad gets discharged from hospital. Since he won't be moving in with us, I'll have to think of where we can put him up. He did mention wanting to go back to the Realm, so that's an option. Maybe I could go visit him every week or so. Then again, I will see Viggo less and less, and I'd never let that happen. But what other options do I have?
I think if I leased out some of the shop space, I can get my dad a flat of his own very near us, so he'd still be able to see us, and in the future, his grandchildren. But my dad and I haven't even talked about the marriage at length yet. And I haven't told him that I plan to give up my immortality either. I don't think he'll take that piece of news very well, but I have very firmly made up my mind and nothing can change my decision. It's just a question of telling him. I hope all goes well.
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[22 Jul 2004|01:16am] |
[Private]
I don't quite know how to describe loving somebody this much. I never thought I had it in me, but apparently I'm capable of giving love, receiving it, being changed and affected by it to become someone that people actually like. I used to think that it's always better off being alone and by myself, because that way, no one can hurt me and no one would ever have the power to. I thought I was happy that way, just running my shop and going off every now and then to look for my Dad. I thought nothing needed to be changed.
Of course, I didn't count on a blond, blue-eyed, absolutely insane hippy coming into my life and turning it upside down.
Now, it's like I look forward to waking up and starting the day. I look forward to having that warm weight in my arms, having my nose buried in that soft blond hair that smells so delicious. I look forward to going down to open the shop and welcome our customers. We're making a lot more money than we used to, when only surly, grunge-rock Elves like the old Sean were our only customers. Now I have Elves, humans and Halfies from all walks of life coming into our shop. It's wonderful, and I'm curious how I ever survived before, walking around with my eyes closed to everything around me.
I'm not sure how I could ever thank Viggo for changing me, for his love and for convincing me that I am indeed worthy of it. I know how people turn their heads when they walk past him in the street, and it's a mystery why he's chosen to be with me. But he has, and he's promised to never leave my side. I've promised him the same, and while I'm scared, I can't wait to give up my immortality for him so that we can grow old together. It'll be so strange to be human, to not have plants and animals and other Elves responding to your aura. I'm sure Richard Parker will be surprised by the change. Still, I'm sure I'll get used to it.
I'm in the midst of writing my wedding vows now, and I'm wondering if I should write a poem for Vig, or just write down how I feel about him. Funny thing is, there'd never be enough paper for that. I just love him so much, I can only pray I'd be able to find the words that can fully express that at our wedding ceremony.
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| Against All Odds |
[28 May 2004|10:59am] |
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It has only been a day at the police station, yet I feel like I've been here for months. All day I've been refusing the police officers offering me food, drink and blankets, instead just swigging cup after cup of ghastly coffee from the vending machine. I feel like I'm going crazy from worry and anxiety, and the officers are getting used to me hiding in one of their vacant offices and sobbing quietly to myself.
One of them, a kindly red-haired constable called Cecilia, keeps offering to drive me home, but I keep insisting to her that I want to stay in case there are any new developments in the kidnapping case. Cecilia has so far told me they know it is part of something called the Gathering, which accounts for the sudden spate of human kidnappings over this week. I'm unable to make sense of anything, because why would anyone want to kidnap my darling, harmless, gentle Viggo and force him to join a gang?
I just don't know. I just want him back.
I can't bear to go back to the apartment without him, so I just call a neighbour to go up and make sure Richard Parker is fed, before I sink into one of the chairs again, trying not to weep. The thought of never seeing Viggo again is putting me right on the edge of breaking down, and even worse, if they don't find him alive....I look down at the engagement ring on my finger, my lower lip trembling as I remember the day he proposed to me. I had been so sure of giving up my immortality for him so we can grow old together as a mortal couple. But will I get this chance now?
My only comfort is that he is wearing my ring, and he'll be able to feel that I'm out there looking for him, and that my thoughts are constantly with him. Hopefully, the elven Ring will be able to let him know just how much I love him.
So take a look at me now
There's just an empty space
There's nothing left here to remind me
Just a memory of your face
Take a good look at me now
Cos I'm still standing here
And you coming back to me
Is against all odds
That's a chance I've got to take.
[OOC: Lyrics by Phil Collins]
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| Walking On Sunshine....(Ooh-oooh!) |
[10 May 2004|01:58am] |
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[Private]
*dances around with a mop*
I'm gettin' married! I'm getting maaaarriiiiiied!
*calms down*
I must be the luckiest bloke alive in all three worlds. I always thought that complete happiness was just a bunch of bollocks, but now I know otherwise. I find myself waking up every morning, whistling as I shave and grab a quick shower (and Viggo too, if I have the time.) Then it's down to the shop where I spend all day beaming at customers and bellowing "Good day!" at them, as opposed to snarling at them which is what the old me used to do. Some of my regular customers are scared because this beaming git has replaced the surly Sean they once knew. But hey, who cares? Life is good, good, good.
Now all I can think of are wedding preparations. And the ceremony. And the rings. Granted, the actual ceremony will be a long time yet, but it doesn't hurt to plan for it and start saving some dosh now. And of course, Viggo. I'd be thinking of him anyway, wedding or no wedding.
On the more serious side, I have been thinking about what we discussed about the whole immortality issue. I've been thinking about it more than ever these days, and every glance at Viggo makes all the doubt in my heart melt away. It's so difficult to think, I need a vacation from work. At the beach. Sunning myself with a gorgeous, dimple-chinned hippy draped over me.
Yes indeed. Life is good.
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