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lotrips100 challenge of Wrath:
His mood was dry gunpowder and his lover’s voice was the match.
“Sean?”
Flaring into heat he rounded on Viggo, sick of hearing the excuses and calm reasoning, ready to lay some truth down between them.
He shouted, the flame inside becoming a wildfire that seared and burned and so he shouted louder, ranted, gave free reign to the dark well of emotion blazing through him until he stood breathless and sweating, voice hoarse.
Viggo looked him in the eye, understanding. “Aragorn won’t forget his promise.”
Sean nodded, reassured, felt Boromir’s burn fade.
If anyone knew Aragorn, it’d be Viggo.
lotrips100 challenge of Wrath:His mood was dry gunpowder and his lover’s voice was the match.
“Sean?”
Flaring into heat he rounded on Viggo, sick of hearing the excuses and calm reasoning, ready to lay some truth down between them.
He shouted, the flame inside becoming a wildfire that seared and burned and so he shouted louder, ranted, gave free reign to the dark well of emotion blazing through him until he stood breathless and sweating, voice hoarse.
Viggo looked him in the eye, understanding. “Aragorn won’t forget his promise.”
Sean nodded, reassured, felt Boromir’s burn fade.
If anyone knew Aragorn, it’d be Viggo.
