We're all just stories in the end.
Уфф, я это повешу, а то оно меня разорвет.
Bill & Leonard, не слэш, и вообще гораздо приличнее того, что они говорят друг о друге. На английском. Сопливый ангстофлафф,очень сопливый.
События после смерти жены Билла.
Don’t leave me
Bill couldn’t sleep. He read moregot up and wandered through the house. It was so big and so empty, especially at night, especially when Nerine wasn’t there anymore. Bill felt like it was suffocating him. He dragged through the long hallway - Nerine wanted to place a painting here, on the wall. She wanted their home to be cosy. He opened the door to the bathroom - Nerine’s gown was still there, as she left it before she - . Why didn’t they put it away? Bill closed the door. His hands and feet were cold. She was so cold when he pulled her out of water. Horror struck him. Bill turned away and rushed along the hallway, to the door to the guestroom. He was about to fling it open, when he suddenly came to his senses. It was middle of the night, and Leonard was sleeping. Was he really there, Bill wondered. It was so quiet in the house. Was Leonard really in there? Or did Bill just wish it too much? Bill half opened the door. It was dark in the room, but he could make out a silhouette under the blanket. He felt a small flash of warmth. He closed the door trying not to wake Leonard.
Bill dragged downstairs, to the kitchen. He was freezing though it was warm in the house. He pulled a glass and a bottle of vodka out of the bar and poured himself a drink. He didn’t want to get drunk, a glass of liquor on the table just gave him the hope that he could toss it down and forget. Bill sat down on a high chair and took the glass between his hands. If he just could forget… It was good, that Leonard agreed to stay overnight. When Bill imagined being alone in that big house, he shivered. Why did he buy such an enormously large house? Oh yes, he was married and thought about living here together - . Pain squeezed his insides. Just why, why did it happen? So unfair. Too early, too sudden. During the burial ceremony he hardly could bear this pain. It hurt in his chest like never before, not only his soul burned with the loss, but also his heart and his lungs were being ripped out, and he couldn’t breathe. Then Leonard came to stand beside him above the grave, and pain became a little more bearable. Leonard stood very close and very silent, and he only touched Bill’s hand once when the first clod of earth fell on Nerine’s coffin.
Now she was gone completely – not only her living spirit, her voice and touch and gaze, but also her cold body wasn’t there. Bill inhaled the air sharply. Tears stood in his throat, and couldn’t come out. He took the glass, smelt vodka and put it aside. The smell reminded him too much of his dear beautiful wife who was now only a dead body somewhere out there under four feet of black earth and grass.
Bill heard steps in the hall – bare feet on the tile floor, and for a moment horror and hope rose in his soul. Nerine! Then Leonard came in and looked at Bill earnest and searching.
“Did I wake you up?” Bill asked forcing an apologetic smile on his lips. “I can’t sleep”.
Leonard came nearer and stood right in front of him. “Bill, it’s okay”, he said and put his hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Go to bed, you need rest”.
“No”, Bill answered, and the sound came out as some strange sobbing noise. “No”, he shook his head. Leonard’s hand still rested on his shoulder. Bill caught his arms and clenched to Leonard as if his life depended on it. “No”, he whispered. “Why? -“ all the pain rose up in him, like a wave, and he couldn’t and wouldn’t fight it back.
Leonard pulled Bill to his warm and living body, and Bill nestled his face against his chest smelling the fabric of the gown.
“Why?” he said. “What has she done? Why has she left me?”
Tears rolled out of his eyed and disappeared in the soft fabric. He trembled.
“Why? Why?” he kept asking. Leonard held him in his hands. “Why has she? – “
Leonard placed one hand on his head, comforting Bill like a little child.
“Bill…” he said quietly in his hoarse deep voice. That voice Bill always heard in his dreams, telling him that it was okay, but he never realized whom it belonged to. “Bill…” Leonard’s hand stroke Bill’s hair, and slid to his temple. For a moment Bill thought that Leonard would say: “Forget, forget”, but Leonard said “I’m here”.
“Yes”, Bill whispered. Somehow, these were the words he wanted to hear. And the burning pain inside his chest stilled a little, so he could breathe and think again and feel alive. He moved a bit from Leonard and looked into his face. He saw black eyes, glistening with compassion. Bill let go of Leonard’s arms.
“You – go to bed”, he said. “I’ll go, too”.
Leonard lowered his arms. “If you need me, come”, he said. Bill nodded. Leonard left, and at the door he turned around one more time.
Bill took the glass from the table and poured out the vodka into the sink.
Bill returned to the bedroom like a good child. He lay down on top of the blanket. He was still wide-awake. There was too much Nerine here. Her smell on the pillows. He shouldn’t have come here in the first place, there were three more guestrooms in the house. Why has he come to their bedroom at all? Bill got up and wandered to the window. It was dark in the yard, only one little lantern between the lawn and the pool. Bill stared at the black water – there she was, unmoving and cold, when he saw her. Bill couldn’t turn his eyes away though with every moment his throat tugged tighter – and then he saw it. There was something – someone – in the pool. A white figure, a body. Maybe dead, maybe not.
Oh my god, Bill thought. It all came back to him with full intensity: his despair and horror and hope that it wasn’t too late. He rushed out and to Leonard’s room.
Leonard was lying on the bed with his back to the door.
“Leonard!” Bill choked out in an alien high voice. Instantly Leonard sat up on the bed, as if he has been waiting for Bill to come. “Leonard, come, look!” he pressed the words out paralyzed with fear. Bill caught Leonard’s arm and pulled him over to the window. “Look, do you see it?”
Leonard didn’t answer peering into the darkness.
“There, in the pool!” Bill pressed his palms and forehead to the cool glass.
“Bill”, a quiet and warm voice came, and careful hands took his shoulders. “There is nothing there”. Leonard stroked his shoulders calming him down.
Bill still stared into the water. But it had been there, the body! Was he going mad?
“Bill”.
He turned to Leonard and met his concerned gaze. “But I saw - . Len, I’m afraid to be alone. Why did she leave me? And now she is here, everywhere. Why did I leave her?” His body shook, and he held his shoulders. “May I stay here?” he asked.
“Yes”, Leonard nodded.
Bill lay down. He was so exhausted that he felt dizzy. Leonard sat down beside him, tucked in the blanket and took his hand. Bill couldn’t cry, he couldn’t even feel pain. He was just deadly tired, and felt like nothing would be ever right again. Leonard caressed his fingers. They were icy. Bill squeezed his hand and closed his eyes.
His fingers got warmer, as he fell into a restless sleep.
fin
Кидайте в меня тапками, кидайте, я знаю, что там есть ошибки.
Bill & Leonard, не слэш, и вообще гораздо приличнее того, что они говорят друг о друге. На английском. Сопливый ангстофлафф,
События после смерти жены Билла.
Don’t leave me
Bill couldn’t sleep. He read moregot up and wandered through the house. It was so big and so empty, especially at night, especially when Nerine wasn’t there anymore. Bill felt like it was suffocating him. He dragged through the long hallway - Nerine wanted to place a painting here, on the wall. She wanted their home to be cosy. He opened the door to the bathroom - Nerine’s gown was still there, as she left it before she - . Why didn’t they put it away? Bill closed the door. His hands and feet were cold. She was so cold when he pulled her out of water. Horror struck him. Bill turned away and rushed along the hallway, to the door to the guestroom. He was about to fling it open, when he suddenly came to his senses. It was middle of the night, and Leonard was sleeping. Was he really there, Bill wondered. It was so quiet in the house. Was Leonard really in there? Or did Bill just wish it too much? Bill half opened the door. It was dark in the room, but he could make out a silhouette under the blanket. He felt a small flash of warmth. He closed the door trying not to wake Leonard.
Bill dragged downstairs, to the kitchen. He was freezing though it was warm in the house. He pulled a glass and a bottle of vodka out of the bar and poured himself a drink. He didn’t want to get drunk, a glass of liquor on the table just gave him the hope that he could toss it down and forget. Bill sat down on a high chair and took the glass between his hands. If he just could forget… It was good, that Leonard agreed to stay overnight. When Bill imagined being alone in that big house, he shivered. Why did he buy such an enormously large house? Oh yes, he was married and thought about living here together - . Pain squeezed his insides. Just why, why did it happen? So unfair. Too early, too sudden. During the burial ceremony he hardly could bear this pain. It hurt in his chest like never before, not only his soul burned with the loss, but also his heart and his lungs were being ripped out, and he couldn’t breathe. Then Leonard came to stand beside him above the grave, and pain became a little more bearable. Leonard stood very close and very silent, and he only touched Bill’s hand once when the first clod of earth fell on Nerine’s coffin.
Now she was gone completely – not only her living spirit, her voice and touch and gaze, but also her cold body wasn’t there. Bill inhaled the air sharply. Tears stood in his throat, and couldn’t come out. He took the glass, smelt vodka and put it aside. The smell reminded him too much of his dear beautiful wife who was now only a dead body somewhere out there under four feet of black earth and grass.
Bill heard steps in the hall – bare feet on the tile floor, and for a moment horror and hope rose in his soul. Nerine! Then Leonard came in and looked at Bill earnest and searching.
“Did I wake you up?” Bill asked forcing an apologetic smile on his lips. “I can’t sleep”.
Leonard came nearer and stood right in front of him. “Bill, it’s okay”, he said and put his hand on Bill’s shoulder. “Go to bed, you need rest”.
“No”, Bill answered, and the sound came out as some strange sobbing noise. “No”, he shook his head. Leonard’s hand still rested on his shoulder. Bill caught his arms and clenched to Leonard as if his life depended on it. “No”, he whispered. “Why? -“ all the pain rose up in him, like a wave, and he couldn’t and wouldn’t fight it back.
Leonard pulled Bill to his warm and living body, and Bill nestled his face against his chest smelling the fabric of the gown.
“Why?” he said. “What has she done? Why has she left me?”
Tears rolled out of his eyed and disappeared in the soft fabric. He trembled.
“Why? Why?” he kept asking. Leonard held him in his hands. “Why has she? – “
Leonard placed one hand on his head, comforting Bill like a little child.
“Bill…” he said quietly in his hoarse deep voice. That voice Bill always heard in his dreams, telling him that it was okay, but he never realized whom it belonged to. “Bill…” Leonard’s hand stroke Bill’s hair, and slid to his temple. For a moment Bill thought that Leonard would say: “Forget, forget”, but Leonard said “I’m here”.
“Yes”, Bill whispered. Somehow, these were the words he wanted to hear. And the burning pain inside his chest stilled a little, so he could breathe and think again and feel alive. He moved a bit from Leonard and looked into his face. He saw black eyes, glistening with compassion. Bill let go of Leonard’s arms.
“You – go to bed”, he said. “I’ll go, too”.
Leonard lowered his arms. “If you need me, come”, he said. Bill nodded. Leonard left, and at the door he turned around one more time.
Bill took the glass from the table and poured out the vodka into the sink.
Bill returned to the bedroom like a good child. He lay down on top of the blanket. He was still wide-awake. There was too much Nerine here. Her smell on the pillows. He shouldn’t have come here in the first place, there were three more guestrooms in the house. Why has he come to their bedroom at all? Bill got up and wandered to the window. It was dark in the yard, only one little lantern between the lawn and the pool. Bill stared at the black water – there she was, unmoving and cold, when he saw her. Bill couldn’t turn his eyes away though with every moment his throat tugged tighter – and then he saw it. There was something – someone – in the pool. A white figure, a body. Maybe dead, maybe not.
Oh my god, Bill thought. It all came back to him with full intensity: his despair and horror and hope that it wasn’t too late. He rushed out and to Leonard’s room.
Leonard was lying on the bed with his back to the door.
“Leonard!” Bill choked out in an alien high voice. Instantly Leonard sat up on the bed, as if he has been waiting for Bill to come. “Leonard, come, look!” he pressed the words out paralyzed with fear. Bill caught Leonard’s arm and pulled him over to the window. “Look, do you see it?”
Leonard didn’t answer peering into the darkness.
“There, in the pool!” Bill pressed his palms and forehead to the cool glass.
“Bill”, a quiet and warm voice came, and careful hands took his shoulders. “There is nothing there”. Leonard stroked his shoulders calming him down.
Bill still stared into the water. But it had been there, the body! Was he going mad?
“Bill”.
He turned to Leonard and met his concerned gaze. “But I saw - . Len, I’m afraid to be alone. Why did she leave me? And now she is here, everywhere. Why did I leave her?” His body shook, and he held his shoulders. “May I stay here?” he asked.
“Yes”, Leonard nodded.
Bill lay down. He was so exhausted that he felt dizzy. Leonard sat down beside him, tucked in the blanket and took his hand. Bill couldn’t cry, he couldn’t even feel pain. He was just deadly tired, and felt like nothing would be ever right again. Leonard caressed his fingers. They were icy. Bill squeezed his hand and closed his eyes.
His fingers got warmer, as he fell into a restless sleep.
fin
Кидайте в меня тапками, кидайте, я знаю, что там есть ошибки.
@темы: William Shatner, Leonard Nimoy, shatnim, Моё, Фанфики
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11.09.2009 в 17:37в начале стиль чуть телеграфный, а? а потом очень красиво. ) хорошо
и вот
это
For a moment Bill thought that Leonard would say: “Forget, forget”
очень здорово. )
а в, как бы, второй части - прям PTSD почти, что не удивительно.
аф.
я потом more coherently)
тапочко - единственное, что сильно цепануло
He froze though it was warm in the house.
froze - это "замер". he was freezing
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11.09.2009 в 18:19*перечитала* да, наверное..
PTSD
ась?
тапочко поймала, исправлю)
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11.09.2009 в 18:23post-traumatic stress disease/syndrome. пост-травматический стресс-синдром)
гггг. когда начитаешься херт-комфортных фиков (многа! многа!), то такие слова автоматически в голове как бы))))
ну да. больше ловить не буду, лень ))))))
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11.09.2009 в 18:39аа, ясно)
охота повесить на shatnoy_rpf, но стремно)) вернусь и подумаю над этим вопросом
быть или не быть-
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11.09.2009 в 18:41-
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11.09.2009 в 20:08только мне кажется, что вместо lied должно быть что-то другое, вроде глагол неправильный, не?
He lied down on top of the blanket
Bill lied down
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11.09.2009 в 20:12-
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11.09.2009 в 20:22ну ладно... я не придираюсь, мне ж для себя уточнить интересно. Я ж не профи в этом деле
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11.09.2009 в 20:28пф)
Погодите, я подумаю.
*подумал*
а, точно. xD Или нет... тьфу. Все, пойду посмотрю в МакГиллане) нет мне веры )))))
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11.09.2009 в 20:41спасибо
я с этим lied сама голову сломала... надо перепроверить)
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11.09.2009 в 20:43lie (lied lied) down - лечь, прилечь
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11.09.2009 в 20:50-
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11.09.2009 в 21:00я открыла свой большой словарь и у меня для lie в значении "лежать" указано что глагол неправильный и сказано, что должно быть:
lie-lay-lain
а lie - в значении "лгать" правильный, поэтому lie-lied-lied
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11.09.2009 в 22:11*перепроверила по другому словарю*
lie-lay-lain
мм, точно, в значении "лежать" это неправильный глагол
а в мультитране ошибка(
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11.09.2009 в 22:15котором есть слово Trekkieда, и правда. -______-
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11.09.2009 в 22:17-
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11.09.2009 в 22:21мы маньяки-лингвисты
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11.09.2009 в 22:26