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This is not the kind of writing I should be doing during NaNoWriMo.
Title: Eyes
Author: brinshannara
Rating: PG
Fandom: Venice (CC/JL) (RPS)
Summary: A thoughtful moment during filming.
Author's Note: Still ripptyd's fault, even though she has forsaken me! No disrespect meant to two amazing actors. This is a work of fiction and no conclusions should be drawn about the actors within.
It feels wrong. I'm standing here, looking into this woman's piercing blue eyes, holding her close. Our bodies are pressing together and I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. I can even feel her breath on my lips. She's lightly stroking my arm with her hand, almost reassuringly. I gaze at her lips. I'm supposed to kiss her, kiss her senseless. And all I can do is think of *her*.
We've already kissed for this little project of mine. And there's always the idea that her character and mine could end up together, eventually. But we'll have to work our way towards each other and we'll both have others distracting us along the way, if that ever happens.
So I need to push myself and act, slip into character and really become her for a few takes, so that *she* doesn't distract me.
I glance back up at her eyes. She's looking right at me, a softness in her look. As an actor, I appreciate her being fully present. I know that I can lose myself in the role and she won't let me go alone. She'll hold me, in more ways than one. I know I can trust her. That's what the look she's giving me right now is saying and it's wonderful.
But it doesn't change the fact that I desperately want those blue eyes to be brown, or that I want that short, curly hair to be long and straight, or that I want the woman I'm holding in my arms to be just a little bit shorter than me instead of a little bit taller.
I briefly wonder if *she* felt the same way about her character's love interest, if she missed my green eyes locking with hers, my silent promise that everything would be okay and that I'd be right there with her through it all. I look back down at her lips, then close my eyes and, exhaling softly, slide into my character. Then I do what my character is supposed to do and lean towards the woman in my arms, trying very hard not to think of *her*.
Yeah, based on that tiny clip from the Venice promo.
Title: Eyes
Author: brinshannara
Rating: PG
Fandom: Venice (CC/JL) (RPS)
Summary: A thoughtful moment during filming.
Author's Note: Still ripptyd's fault, even though she has forsaken me! No disrespect meant to two amazing actors. This is a work of fiction and no conclusions should be drawn about the actors within.
It feels wrong. I'm standing here, looking into this woman's piercing blue eyes, holding her close. Our bodies are pressing together and I can feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. I can even feel her breath on my lips. She's lightly stroking my arm with her hand, almost reassuringly. I gaze at her lips. I'm supposed to kiss her, kiss her senseless. And all I can do is think of *her*.
We've already kissed for this little project of mine. And there's always the idea that her character and mine could end up together, eventually. But we'll have to work our way towards each other and we'll both have others distracting us along the way, if that ever happens.
So I need to push myself and act, slip into character and really become her for a few takes, so that *she* doesn't distract me.
I glance back up at her eyes. She's looking right at me, a softness in her look. As an actor, I appreciate her being fully present. I know that I can lose myself in the role and she won't let me go alone. She'll hold me, in more ways than one. I know I can trust her. That's what the look she's giving me right now is saying and it's wonderful.
But it doesn't change the fact that I desperately want those blue eyes to be brown, or that I want that short, curly hair to be long and straight, or that I want the woman I'm holding in my arms to be just a little bit shorter than me instead of a little bit taller.
I briefly wonder if *she* felt the same way about her character's love interest, if she missed my green eyes locking with hers, my silent promise that everything would be okay and that I'd be right there with her through it all. I look back down at her lips, then close my eyes and, exhaling softly, slide into my character. Then I do what my character is supposed to do and lean towards the woman in my arms, trying very hard not to think of *her*.
Yeah, based on that tiny clip from the Venice promo.