My Confession 4/? VigOrli
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vigorliAuthor: Lara
Rating: R and up most likely
Disclaimer: I really hope Orlando is nicer than I've made him. I think he is. I really also hope that he & Viggo shag like bunnies...but I don't know. I know nothing about them in real life.
Warning: Snarky!Elijah and Bitchy!Orlando
MY CONFESSION
Four
“We were just getting ready to eat,” Billy said, reaching up to ruffle Orlando’s curls. “Great timing.”
Elijah leaned against the wall back in the hallway. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. Will wonders never cease?”
Orlando stared at him, but simply said, “Hello, Elijah. Good to see you again.”
Elijah snorted and headed back to the dining room. Sean came forward to hug Orlando. “Good start,” he whispered in Orlando’s ear. He took Orlando by the arm and led him to the dining room. Billy and Dom chattered behind them, and Orlando could feel Viggo’s eyes on him as Viggo brought up the rear.
Sean showed Orlando a seat at the end of the rectangular table that sat twelve with the leaf added, but it was set for six. Sean sat on Orlando’s right, with Billy on Sean’s other side. Elijah sat across from Billy, obviously as far away from Orlando as he could get. Dom flopped down next to Elijah, which left one seat for Viggo: directly across from Orlando. Orlando gave Viggo a nervous smile and stared at his plate.
Sean nudged him and handed him a bowl of steaming vegetables. “Wake up,” Sean teased.
“C’mon, Beanie. You know that Orlando’s used to having someone serve him,” Elijah said. “You might as well cut everything up for him, too.”
Orlando opened his mouth to retort, glaring at Elijah. Viggo quickly said, “So, Dom, what’s happening next for you guys?” Orlando sent Viggo a grateful smile.
“Well, we have a few meetings set up for next week, at the studios,” Dom began.
“We’ve called in every favor we could,” Billy interrupted. “Kissed major ass.”
“Which both of you are quite good at,” Sean pointed out. “After all the practical jokes you two pulled, you HAVE to learn to grovel.”
Billy spit out his wine as he laughed. “Do you remember the time…”
“When we did the…” Dom added.
“With the shaving cream?” They finished together, bursting into giggles.
Orlando stared at them as Elijah began to chuckle as well. Sean glared at the three hobbits. “Uh, what are you talking about?”
“You know, when we took the shaving cream to Sean’s apartment? C’mon, Orli,” Billy protested. “You have to remember that.”
“I’m sure he’s blocked all those memories,” Elijah said smugly.
“Elijah,” Sean said with a warning glance.
“No, he wouldn’t remember it,” Viggo said softly, saving the day yet again. “We…we were away that weekend. I remember Sean telling me he wished I’d have been there to help him get you back.” He looked at Orlando, who immediately remembered every second of that weekend.
Orlando flushed miserably and poked a piece of broccoli with his fork. It was going to be a long night. He chewed, swallowed, and vowed not to let Elijah get to him. “So, Bills, if you need me to make any calls or anything, I’d be glad to do it. I have some connections, you know, and…”
“Yeah, we know,” Elijah muttered.
“Elijah, fuck off,” Orlando said, smiling pleasantly. He turned to Billy and Dominic. “Really…anything I can do. I really want you guys to do well. I know it’s probably a great screenplay.”
Dominic smiled politely. “You’ve read it, right? We sent you a copy as soon as we had it made.”
Orlando blinked. “You did? Uh, where did you send it?”
“To the Plymouth Road address,” Billy said.
“Oh.” Orlando put down his fork. “I…I haven’t lived there in about three months.”
Now it was Dominic’s turn to choke. “You moved three months ago?”
“Well, it was actually too big for me, since I’m hardly in London anymore,” Orlando pointed out.
“I thought you’d want a bigger place,” Elijah said. “For your ego and all.”
Orlando kicked back his chair. “Elijah, please allow me to once more tell you to fuck off. I knew you all wouldn’t want me here, but Sean asked, so I came. I really do hope you guys have all the luck in the world, but I am not gonna sit here and take this.” He tossed his napkin down.
Elijah jumped to his feet as well. “I remember a time when you welcomed your friends telling you exactly what they thought of you, Orlando.”
“Yeah, well, that was when my friends did it because they were concerned about me. NOT because they wanted to embarrass me in front of other people.” Orlando put a hand on Dom’s shoulder. “Good luck.” He turned on one heel and headed for the door.
He heard Billy begin to tear Elijah a new asshole and smiled grimly on his way to the door. “Orlando,” a voice said behind him. Orlando froze and slowly turned around.
“Viggo. Hey.”
“Don’t go,” Viggo said, jamming his fists into the pockets of his jeans.
Orlando blinked. “Uh, what?”
“Don’t go,” Viggo repeated. “Elijah’s just a jerk. Don’t let him chase you out of here.”
Orlando laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I just…I never thought you’d be the one to defend me.”
“I’m not, really…just taking the right side.”
“You always did do the right thing,” Orlando said softly.
“I’ve never stopped being your friend, Orlando. None of us have.”
“I’d think again about that, Vig,” Orlando said, fidgeting nervously.
“Stay,” Viggo said. “We all want you to. Elijah, too, though he doesn’t know it. Let down your walls and be our Orli.”
I want to be YOUR Orli, Orlando thought, but simply said, “Okay. But I am not responsible if I kick his ass.”
“I’ll hold him down for you if he says one more thing,” Viggo promised, and Orlando laughed a genuine laugh. He followed Viggo back down the hall, where they bumped into Elijah. Viggo raised an eyebrow at Orlando and went into the dining room.
“I’m sorry for not giving you a decent chance,” Elijah muttered. Orlando crossed his arms over his chest. “But you’ve been a total asswipe this last year or so, and I for one am not gonna immediately forgive you for that.”
“I think you’re being an asswipe yourself, but you don’t see ME being a prick to YOU,” Orlando pointed out.
“Hey, I made an effort to fucking talk to you, Orlando. It’s not my fault that you change your address, change your number, practically change your fucking name,” Elijah hissed. “And if you even thinking of hurting Viggo again, I will kick your ass so fucking hard you’ll feel it in the nerves of your teeth.” Elijah darted back into the dining room without another word.
Orlando silently followed him into the room and took his seat. “So…is elementary school over now?” Sean asked. “Are we going to act like grownups?”
“Not if you keep referring to everyone in first person plural,” Viggo said, and everyone laughed.
Conversation was light over the rest of the meal, though Orlando didn’t participate much. He was busy trying to watch Viggo without making it obvious. Viggo looked rested and content, and Orlando had never thought he was more handsome or sexy than at that very moment. Viggo laughed a lot, smiled even more, and seemed happier than Orlando could remember. Orlando couldn’t remember the last time HE had smiled and laughed through an entire conversation…at least not sincere smiles and laughter.
“So, Orli,” Billy said, and Orlando snapped out of his reverie. “We actually have a part we wrote with you in mind. Care to take it?”
Orlando blinked. “Well, I’d have to talk about it with my agent, but I could at least read for it.” The table was silent. “Um, but I’d like to see it.”
“Well, that’s fine, you know, if that’s what you want.” Dominic played with his silverware. “I mean, we’re going in there with a few ultimatums, things we refuse to change. We, uh…”
“We’ll rewrite it for someone else,” Billy said finally.
“Guys, no. That’s not necessary. I’m sure I could…”
“Find the time to do it?” Sean said quietly.
“That’s not what I meant,” Orlando said angrily. How could something so simple get so blown out of proportion? “I’d be happy to read for it. That’s what I’m saying.”
“And what we’re saying is that you don’t have to.” Billy’s eyes were sad. “We fucking wrote the part for YOU, Orlando. No one else could come close to what we want. You’re it.”
Orlando began to speak, then looked at Elijah. “Don’t you want to bitch at me?”
“No.” Elijah’s eyes were emotionless. “I said I’d give you a chance, and I’m eagerly waiting to see how you bullshit yourself out of this one.”
“Elijah,” Viggo began. “Don’t.”
“No, Vig.” Orlando held up a hand. “I can defend myself.” He stood so he could see both Billy and Dominic. “Robin approves everything I do.” He blushed crimson. “It’s, uh, kinda like an unwritten part of our working relationship. If I went ahead and did something without her knowing, I’d get an earful for a year. It’s not that I don’t want to, I swear.”
“Oh.” Elijah nodded. “No wonder you’re so comfortable letting other people do everything for you. You don’t even get your own work.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“It’s starting to sound that way, mate,” Sean said. “Don’t you think you should start acting like an adult and taking responsibility for your life and your work?”
“She’s been good to me so far,” Orlando said angrily. “Look at the movies I’ve done, and the money I’ve made!”
“And if you did it on your own?” Viggo asked.
“I’d probably be lucky to get a part in some indie arthouse piece of crap that about five people would see,” Orlando said.
Viggo smiled wistfully. “The last movie I did wasn’t even released outside of Idaho,” he said. “I think maybe five hundred people saw it. It’s the work I’m most proud of, out of everything I’ve done.”
Orlando wanted to bang his head on the table. “You don’t understand. None of you do.”
“I think we understand perfectly,” Elijah said, and this time no one stood up for Orlando.
“I do, too.” Orlando looked around at the men sitting at the table, his heart filling with fear and anger and sorrow and even jealousy. “I get it. You’re all just jealous. Whatever. I’m outta here.” He kicked his chair back, left the dining room and no one followed him.
Rating: R and up most likely
Disclaimer: I really hope Orlando is nicer than I've made him. I think he is. I really also hope that he & Viggo shag like bunnies...but I don't know. I know nothing about them in real life.
Warning: Snarky!Elijah and Bitchy!Orlando
MY CONFESSION
Four
“We were just getting ready to eat,” Billy said, reaching up to ruffle Orlando’s curls. “Great timing.”
Elijah leaned against the wall back in the hallway. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. Will wonders never cease?”
Orlando stared at him, but simply said, “Hello, Elijah. Good to see you again.”
Elijah snorted and headed back to the dining room. Sean came forward to hug Orlando. “Good start,” he whispered in Orlando’s ear. He took Orlando by the arm and led him to the dining room. Billy and Dom chattered behind them, and Orlando could feel Viggo’s eyes on him as Viggo brought up the rear.
Sean showed Orlando a seat at the end of the rectangular table that sat twelve with the leaf added, but it was set for six. Sean sat on Orlando’s right, with Billy on Sean’s other side. Elijah sat across from Billy, obviously as far away from Orlando as he could get. Dom flopped down next to Elijah, which left one seat for Viggo: directly across from Orlando. Orlando gave Viggo a nervous smile and stared at his plate.
Sean nudged him and handed him a bowl of steaming vegetables. “Wake up,” Sean teased.
“C’mon, Beanie. You know that Orlando’s used to having someone serve him,” Elijah said. “You might as well cut everything up for him, too.”
Orlando opened his mouth to retort, glaring at Elijah. Viggo quickly said, “So, Dom, what’s happening next for you guys?” Orlando sent Viggo a grateful smile.
“Well, we have a few meetings set up for next week, at the studios,” Dom began.
“We’ve called in every favor we could,” Billy interrupted. “Kissed major ass.”
“Which both of you are quite good at,” Sean pointed out. “After all the practical jokes you two pulled, you HAVE to learn to grovel.”
Billy spit out his wine as he laughed. “Do you remember the time…”
“When we did the…” Dom added.
“With the shaving cream?” They finished together, bursting into giggles.
Orlando stared at them as Elijah began to chuckle as well. Sean glared at the three hobbits. “Uh, what are you talking about?”
“You know, when we took the shaving cream to Sean’s apartment? C’mon, Orli,” Billy protested. “You have to remember that.”
“I’m sure he’s blocked all those memories,” Elijah said smugly.
“Elijah,” Sean said with a warning glance.
“No, he wouldn’t remember it,” Viggo said softly, saving the day yet again. “We…we were away that weekend. I remember Sean telling me he wished I’d have been there to help him get you back.” He looked at Orlando, who immediately remembered every second of that weekend.
Orlando flushed miserably and poked a piece of broccoli with his fork. It was going to be a long night. He chewed, swallowed, and vowed not to let Elijah get to him. “So, Bills, if you need me to make any calls or anything, I’d be glad to do it. I have some connections, you know, and…”
“Yeah, we know,” Elijah muttered.
“Elijah, fuck off,” Orlando said, smiling pleasantly. He turned to Billy and Dominic. “Really…anything I can do. I really want you guys to do well. I know it’s probably a great screenplay.”
Dominic smiled politely. “You’ve read it, right? We sent you a copy as soon as we had it made.”
Orlando blinked. “You did? Uh, where did you send it?”
“To the Plymouth Road address,” Billy said.
“Oh.” Orlando put down his fork. “I…I haven’t lived there in about three months.”
Now it was Dominic’s turn to choke. “You moved three months ago?”
“Well, it was actually too big for me, since I’m hardly in London anymore,” Orlando pointed out.
“I thought you’d want a bigger place,” Elijah said. “For your ego and all.”
Orlando kicked back his chair. “Elijah, please allow me to once more tell you to fuck off. I knew you all wouldn’t want me here, but Sean asked, so I came. I really do hope you guys have all the luck in the world, but I am not gonna sit here and take this.” He tossed his napkin down.
Elijah jumped to his feet as well. “I remember a time when you welcomed your friends telling you exactly what they thought of you, Orlando.”
“Yeah, well, that was when my friends did it because they were concerned about me. NOT because they wanted to embarrass me in front of other people.” Orlando put a hand on Dom’s shoulder. “Good luck.” He turned on one heel and headed for the door.
He heard Billy begin to tear Elijah a new asshole and smiled grimly on his way to the door. “Orlando,” a voice said behind him. Orlando froze and slowly turned around.
“Viggo. Hey.”
“Don’t go,” Viggo said, jamming his fists into the pockets of his jeans.
Orlando blinked. “Uh, what?”
“Don’t go,” Viggo repeated. “Elijah’s just a jerk. Don’t let him chase you out of here.”
Orlando laughed bitterly, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry. I just…I never thought you’d be the one to defend me.”
“I’m not, really…just taking the right side.”
“You always did do the right thing,” Orlando said softly.
“I’ve never stopped being your friend, Orlando. None of us have.”
“I’d think again about that, Vig,” Orlando said, fidgeting nervously.
“Stay,” Viggo said. “We all want you to. Elijah, too, though he doesn’t know it. Let down your walls and be our Orli.”
I want to be YOUR Orli, Orlando thought, but simply said, “Okay. But I am not responsible if I kick his ass.”
“I’ll hold him down for you if he says one more thing,” Viggo promised, and Orlando laughed a genuine laugh. He followed Viggo back down the hall, where they bumped into Elijah. Viggo raised an eyebrow at Orlando and went into the dining room.
“I’m sorry for not giving you a decent chance,” Elijah muttered. Orlando crossed his arms over his chest. “But you’ve been a total asswipe this last year or so, and I for one am not gonna immediately forgive you for that.”
“I think you’re being an asswipe yourself, but you don’t see ME being a prick to YOU,” Orlando pointed out.
“Hey, I made an effort to fucking talk to you, Orlando. It’s not my fault that you change your address, change your number, practically change your fucking name,” Elijah hissed. “And if you even thinking of hurting Viggo again, I will kick your ass so fucking hard you’ll feel it in the nerves of your teeth.” Elijah darted back into the dining room without another word.
Orlando silently followed him into the room and took his seat. “So…is elementary school over now?” Sean asked. “Are we going to act like grownups?”
“Not if you keep referring to everyone in first person plural,” Viggo said, and everyone laughed.
Conversation was light over the rest of the meal, though Orlando didn’t participate much. He was busy trying to watch Viggo without making it obvious. Viggo looked rested and content, and Orlando had never thought he was more handsome or sexy than at that very moment. Viggo laughed a lot, smiled even more, and seemed happier than Orlando could remember. Orlando couldn’t remember the last time HE had smiled and laughed through an entire conversation…at least not sincere smiles and laughter.
“So, Orli,” Billy said, and Orlando snapped out of his reverie. “We actually have a part we wrote with you in mind. Care to take it?”
Orlando blinked. “Well, I’d have to talk about it with my agent, but I could at least read for it.” The table was silent. “Um, but I’d like to see it.”
“Well, that’s fine, you know, if that’s what you want.” Dominic played with his silverware. “I mean, we’re going in there with a few ultimatums, things we refuse to change. We, uh…”
“We’ll rewrite it for someone else,” Billy said finally.
“Guys, no. That’s not necessary. I’m sure I could…”
“Find the time to do it?” Sean said quietly.
“That’s not what I meant,” Orlando said angrily. How could something so simple get so blown out of proportion? “I’d be happy to read for it. That’s what I’m saying.”
“And what we’re saying is that you don’t have to.” Billy’s eyes were sad. “We fucking wrote the part for YOU, Orlando. No one else could come close to what we want. You’re it.”
Orlando began to speak, then looked at Elijah. “Don’t you want to bitch at me?”
“No.” Elijah’s eyes were emotionless. “I said I’d give you a chance, and I’m eagerly waiting to see how you bullshit yourself out of this one.”
“Elijah,” Viggo began. “Don’t.”
“No, Vig.” Orlando held up a hand. “I can defend myself.” He stood so he could see both Billy and Dominic. “Robin approves everything I do.” He blushed crimson. “It’s, uh, kinda like an unwritten part of our working relationship. If I went ahead and did something without her knowing, I’d get an earful for a year. It’s not that I don’t want to, I swear.”
“Oh.” Elijah nodded. “No wonder you’re so comfortable letting other people do everything for you. You don’t even get your own work.”
“I didn’t say that!”
“It’s starting to sound that way, mate,” Sean said. “Don’t you think you should start acting like an adult and taking responsibility for your life and your work?”
“She’s been good to me so far,” Orlando said angrily. “Look at the movies I’ve done, and the money I’ve made!”
“And if you did it on your own?” Viggo asked.
“I’d probably be lucky to get a part in some indie arthouse piece of crap that about five people would see,” Orlando said.
Viggo smiled wistfully. “The last movie I did wasn’t even released outside of Idaho,” he said. “I think maybe five hundred people saw it. It’s the work I’m most proud of, out of everything I’ve done.”
Orlando wanted to bang his head on the table. “You don’t understand. None of you do.”
“I think we understand perfectly,” Elijah said, and this time no one stood up for Orlando.
“I do, too.” Orlando looked around at the men sitting at the table, his heart filling with fear and anger and sorrow and even jealousy. “I get it. You’re all just jealous. Whatever. I’m outta here.” He kicked his chair back, left the dining room and no one followed him.
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Date: 2005-08-18 06:30 am (UTC)You're a twat.
Dear Elijah,
YOU GO BOY!! (two snaps ala ricky lake)
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