I sit by the window in this tired hotel in the old French Quartier. The shutters are closed. I can hear the pigeons throwing themselves in frustration at the sun-faded wood. I have to hide - can't even feed them without showing my face.
This, the price of Fame. Always the lusting crowds, baying to touch, to feel, stroke; autograph-hunting masses. The endless crowds, the faces of people streaming across my gaze...
Oh, please God - give me a day, a week, when I can be just Joe Bloggs, and spend time with my Viggo, in seclusion, in peace. Him... and me!
Summary: Sean's POV
Rated: G
Categories: Actor RPS Pairing: Sean/Viggo
Warnings: NoneChallenges:
Series: NoneChapters: 1 Completed: Yes
Word count: 102 Read: 465
Published: 03 Sep 2011 Updated: 03 Sep 2011