A Christmas Story
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vigorliTitle: A Christmas Story (very original... :D)
Author: obvmluver
Rating: PG... something
Pairing: V/O
Warning: Not beta'd so mistakes are bound to happen :P
Snow was falling gently outside. The hills nearby had been covered in a veil of white and the town river was frozen now for the most part except for some parts where the current was stronger. It was cold outside in the English countryside, one of the coldest ones in the last decade.
A warm fire was crackling in the fireplace warming the small cottage and bringing soft light to the room. It was a cosy place and warm. One man in his woolen shirt sat on an armchair looking outside the window a mug of steaming hot mulled wine in his hand. He was keeping an eye on the tiny pathway he had cleaned of snow and lines with lanterns that had candles inside. Those were his Christmas lights this year for the yard out. Inside, there was the fire and many candles on many different surfaces.
The Christmas tree was a real one this time with real candles on little stands on the branches. The decorations were of his own making, scarce in existence but he figured his tree didn’t need more. Underneath lay one gift. He had put it there although he didn’t know if he would be able to give it to the person he was hoping to spend the Christmas Eve with.
He perked up as the headlights of a car could be seen in the distance. His shoulders slumped as the car passed his cottage by. It was somebody else out and about. Sighing, he drank the mulled wine and starting blowing the candles out.
He was just about to move to the tree to blow up the little candles when he heard the faint jingle of the real bell he had as the doorbell. He ran to the window peeking outside and the smile that spread to his face then lit the whole room. He hurried to the door to open it and let his guest in from the cold.
“Viggo! You’re here, finally.” he managed to say and hugged the man.
“Of course, I am. My flight was delayed and it wasn’t easy to get myself a rental car but this is something I wouldn’t skip for the world, Orli.” Viggo smiled gently and pulled back a little, taking a good look at Orlando.
“You look tired, Vig.”
“Oh, I am but sleeping can wait.” he said and let go, walking over to his bag still at the door.
He pulled out a gift, a small one, and handed it over, “Merry Christmas, Orli.”
Orlando smiled back and took the present from underneath the tree giving it to Viggo,“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
They sat on the armchair, the both of them, and started opening their presents. Viggo got a sharpener, a knife, for his coal pens he used in his paintings. It was a much needed part of his art supply collection and that earned Orlando a kiss. Orlando found a midnight blue velvety box underneath the golden giftwrap. With shaking hands he opened the lid and caught staring at what was inside.
In the firelight, the white gold ring shimmered like a million diamonds. It looked like it was handcrafted, with skillfully made engraved decorations that resembled the embroidery on Legolas’ jerkin. How fitting. It all made Orlando smile even more.
“I was thinking…” Viggo began as he turned to look at Orlando. “That you and I would share everything together, the outside world be damned. I was hoping that you’d bind yourself to me as much as I want to bind myself to you… Thus, I gave you that ring, you know, to show you how much I want you to be mine. Cheesy as hell, I know but…” he shrugged with a soft smile on his face. “What can an old man like me do?”
“Gods, Vig…” Orlando gasped, hugging him anew. “I want the same thing. I really do.” he added and encouraged Viggo to put it in place.
Once the shiny ring lay on his finger, he closed his hand to a fist and leaned in, capturing Viggo’s lips with his own. Viggo could taste the spicy drink Orlando had enjoyed just a moment ago but it mixed in well with what Orlando tasted like himself. It was good to be home.
Together, the two men blew out the candles on the Christmas tree and snuggled up on the armchair to wait for the fire to die down and turn into glowing embers. Only then would they go and warm up the bed. They weren’t in a hurry. Now they had time to just be, together, engaged, happy as ever.
Outside the temperature was getting colder. It was still snowing and the pathway was slowly getting covered in the same white veil of snow as the surroundings. They would open it again the next day and put new candles in the lanterns. Later they would light them up but not now. Not tonight.
The End.
Author: obvmluver
Rating: PG... something
Pairing: V/O
Warning: Not beta'd so mistakes are bound to happen :P
Snow was falling gently outside. The hills nearby had been covered in a veil of white and the town river was frozen now for the most part except for some parts where the current was stronger. It was cold outside in the English countryside, one of the coldest ones in the last decade.
A warm fire was crackling in the fireplace warming the small cottage and bringing soft light to the room. It was a cosy place and warm. One man in his woolen shirt sat on an armchair looking outside the window a mug of steaming hot mulled wine in his hand. He was keeping an eye on the tiny pathway he had cleaned of snow and lines with lanterns that had candles inside. Those were his Christmas lights this year for the yard out. Inside, there was the fire and many candles on many different surfaces.
The Christmas tree was a real one this time with real candles on little stands on the branches. The decorations were of his own making, scarce in existence but he figured his tree didn’t need more. Underneath lay one gift. He had put it there although he didn’t know if he would be able to give it to the person he was hoping to spend the Christmas Eve with.
He perked up as the headlights of a car could be seen in the distance. His shoulders slumped as the car passed his cottage by. It was somebody else out and about. Sighing, he drank the mulled wine and starting blowing the candles out.
He was just about to move to the tree to blow up the little candles when he heard the faint jingle of the real bell he had as the doorbell. He ran to the window peeking outside and the smile that spread to his face then lit the whole room. He hurried to the door to open it and let his guest in from the cold.
“Viggo! You’re here, finally.” he managed to say and hugged the man.
“Of course, I am. My flight was delayed and it wasn’t easy to get myself a rental car but this is something I wouldn’t skip for the world, Orli.” Viggo smiled gently and pulled back a little, taking a good look at Orlando.
“You look tired, Vig.”
“Oh, I am but sleeping can wait.” he said and let go, walking over to his bag still at the door.
He pulled out a gift, a small one, and handed it over, “Merry Christmas, Orli.”
Orlando smiled back and took the present from underneath the tree giving it to Viggo,“Merry Christmas to you, too.”
They sat on the armchair, the both of them, and started opening their presents. Viggo got a sharpener, a knife, for his coal pens he used in his paintings. It was a much needed part of his art supply collection and that earned Orlando a kiss. Orlando found a midnight blue velvety box underneath the golden giftwrap. With shaking hands he opened the lid and caught staring at what was inside.
In the firelight, the white gold ring shimmered like a million diamonds. It looked like it was handcrafted, with skillfully made engraved decorations that resembled the embroidery on Legolas’ jerkin. How fitting. It all made Orlando smile even more.
“I was thinking…” Viggo began as he turned to look at Orlando. “That you and I would share everything together, the outside world be damned. I was hoping that you’d bind yourself to me as much as I want to bind myself to you… Thus, I gave you that ring, you know, to show you how much I want you to be mine. Cheesy as hell, I know but…” he shrugged with a soft smile on his face. “What can an old man like me do?”
“Gods, Vig…” Orlando gasped, hugging him anew. “I want the same thing. I really do.” he added and encouraged Viggo to put it in place.
Once the shiny ring lay on his finger, he closed his hand to a fist and leaned in, capturing Viggo’s lips with his own. Viggo could taste the spicy drink Orlando had enjoyed just a moment ago but it mixed in well with what Orlando tasted like himself. It was good to be home.
Together, the two men blew out the candles on the Christmas tree and snuggled up on the armchair to wait for the fire to die down and turn into glowing embers. Only then would they go and warm up the bed. They weren’t in a hurry. Now they had time to just be, together, engaged, happy as ever.
Outside the temperature was getting colder. It was still snowing and the pathway was slowly getting covered in the same white veil of snow as the surroundings. They would open it again the next day and put new candles in the lanterns. Later they would light them up but not now. Not tonight.
The End.
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