Fic: Evangeline (1/1)
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vigorliI just remembered about this comm, so am posting some of my Vigorli stories here. Apologies for those who have read this before.
Author: Alilacia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Viggorli
Summary: Tell me anything I won't forget.
Disclaimer: I do not own Orlando or Viggo. They are their own people and I am making no claims to their sexuality in any way shape or form. Their lives are their own and I mean nothing by writing this.
Notes: This small fic was heavily inspired by listening to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vogirl78's song "Evangeline" over and over. Really, go and listen to it. It's amazing. The link is at her LJ.
This is also somewhat an AU. As far as I'm aware, Orlando has not seen Viggo outside of Toronto (even if he saw him there, which is not entirely certain), much less been sitting on a hill with him in some other city.
Timewise, this fic is set after the filming of Elizabethtown, and there is no relevance to anything Orlando or Viggo have done (or places they have been) since.
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Tales
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The day carried on quietly around them and the streets were empty. Dogs could be heard barking and fighting somewhere in the distance. A sluggish breeze tugged at their hair, serving only to move the warm air around.
Orlando hummed a tune under his breath as he thought about Viggo's earlier request to him.
Tell me something I don't know about this place. Tell me anything that I won't forget.
The younger man could think of only one thing. It was something another man had told him when they had started talking over a drink. An urban legend, perhaps a truth, from the past memories of this city. He wondered how to start; remembering how the other man had started his tale: Have you ever been told about a woman called Evangeline?
Orlando wondered if this would bring some measure of peace for them both.
"They say that once, maybe on these very streets, a man walked looking for his love." Orlando tipped his head back to rest against Viggo's shoulder as his eyes sought out the faint outline of the moon in the day-time sky. "His name was Gabriel, so the tale goes, and one day floods came and flooded through the town. There was no warning and only few made it to higher ground."
Viggo said nothing but tightened his arms around Orlando's waist. He thought of how many people had been lost already and also of how close he almost came to loosing Orlando. If there hadn't been that change in plans, Orlando would have flown to the now flooded city instead of...
"He walked for days, searching and searching." Orlando tightened his grip over Viggo's fingers while he carried on the story. "But no matter where he looked he couldn't find her. The roads where they had once walked were covered in water, calm then and still. The town was empty, housing now only the dead and their possessions. While the hopes and fears of those waiting on higher ground tried to reach out for their loved ones."
Viggo pressed a kiss against Orlando's curls; remembering the rush and curl of fear when he'd heard the news. It had shook him then and still gripped his heart tightly now. The solid presence of the man in his arms chased away some of the fear and Viggo breathed in Orlando's scent in relief. Viggo would have walked for miles for Orlando, would have carried on walking until his feet blistered and bled. But he didn't want to feel his heart break, shard by shard. He didn't want to be like Gabriel, forced to live with the fact that his love was torn away from him suddenly.
"He had only a photo you know, and that combined with his love and memories would have to be enough." Orlando shifted in Viggo's arms to look in his eyes. "Is it enough, Viggo? I don't know if I could carry on if I lost someone I cared about that much. Mum, Sammy, you..."
Their fingers spread together tightly. "We can only carry on." Viggo murmured finally, feeling the pain surge up within him again. He didn't want to imagine what his life would be like without his family.
Heavy weight settled against his chest and hot breath fanned over his neck. "How?" The words were whispered into Viggo's hair and Orlando's fingers played over Viggo's shirt.
The words were heavy in Viggo's mouth and he had to force them out. Above them the sun shone brightly, no threatening sign of rain or wind, and for that Viggo was glad. "We just have to hope that we're all strong enough to survive." They both recognised the double meaning and clutched to each-other tightly. "That's all we can do."
"And then?" Orlando moved again so his head was resting against Viggo's chest. The familiar beat of Viggo's heart pulsed under his ear. His eyes slipped closed.
Viggo's eyes slipped closed as well. "We never forget them." And his fingers tightened against Orlando's as he felt the first few tears soak into his shirt.
Fin.
Author: Alilacia
Rating: PG
Pairing: Viggorli
Summary: Tell me anything I won't forget.
Disclaimer: I do not own Orlando or Viggo. They are their own people and I am making no claims to their sexuality in any way shape or form. Their lives are their own and I mean nothing by writing this.
Notes: This small fic was heavily inspired by listening to
vogirl78's song "Evangeline" over and over. Really, go and listen to it. It's amazing. The link is at her LJ. This is also somewhat an AU. As far as I'm aware, Orlando has not seen Viggo outside of Toronto (even if he saw him there, which is not entirely certain), much less been sitting on a hill with him in some other city.
Timewise, this fic is set after the filming of Elizabethtown, and there is no relevance to anything Orlando or Viggo have done (or places they have been) since.
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Tales
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The day carried on quietly around them and the streets were empty. Dogs could be heard barking and fighting somewhere in the distance. A sluggish breeze tugged at their hair, serving only to move the warm air around.
Orlando hummed a tune under his breath as he thought about Viggo's earlier request to him.
Tell me something I don't know about this place. Tell me anything that I won't forget.
The younger man could think of only one thing. It was something another man had told him when they had started talking over a drink. An urban legend, perhaps a truth, from the past memories of this city. He wondered how to start; remembering how the other man had started his tale: Have you ever been told about a woman called Evangeline?
Orlando wondered if this would bring some measure of peace for them both.
"They say that once, maybe on these very streets, a man walked looking for his love." Orlando tipped his head back to rest against Viggo's shoulder as his eyes sought out the faint outline of the moon in the day-time sky. "His name was Gabriel, so the tale goes, and one day floods came and flooded through the town. There was no warning and only few made it to higher ground."
Viggo said nothing but tightened his arms around Orlando's waist. He thought of how many people had been lost already and also of how close he almost came to loosing Orlando. If there hadn't been that change in plans, Orlando would have flown to the now flooded city instead of...
"He walked for days, searching and searching." Orlando tightened his grip over Viggo's fingers while he carried on the story. "But no matter where he looked he couldn't find her. The roads where they had once walked were covered in water, calm then and still. The town was empty, housing now only the dead and their possessions. While the hopes and fears of those waiting on higher ground tried to reach out for their loved ones."
Viggo pressed a kiss against Orlando's curls; remembering the rush and curl of fear when he'd heard the news. It had shook him then and still gripped his heart tightly now. The solid presence of the man in his arms chased away some of the fear and Viggo breathed in Orlando's scent in relief. Viggo would have walked for miles for Orlando, would have carried on walking until his feet blistered and bled. But he didn't want to feel his heart break, shard by shard. He didn't want to be like Gabriel, forced to live with the fact that his love was torn away from him suddenly.
"He had only a photo you know, and that combined with his love and memories would have to be enough." Orlando shifted in Viggo's arms to look in his eyes. "Is it enough, Viggo? I don't know if I could carry on if I lost someone I cared about that much. Mum, Sammy, you..."
Their fingers spread together tightly. "We can only carry on." Viggo murmured finally, feeling the pain surge up within him again. He didn't want to imagine what his life would be like without his family.
Heavy weight settled against his chest and hot breath fanned over his neck. "How?" The words were whispered into Viggo's hair and Orlando's fingers played over Viggo's shirt.
The words were heavy in Viggo's mouth and he had to force them out. Above them the sun shone brightly, no threatening sign of rain or wind, and for that Viggo was glad. "We just have to hope that we're all strong enough to survive." They both recognised the double meaning and clutched to each-other tightly. "That's all we can do."
"And then?" Orlando moved again so his head was resting against Viggo's chest. The familiar beat of Viggo's heart pulsed under his ear. His eyes slipped closed.
Viggo's eyes slipped closed as well. "We never forget them." And his fingers tightened against Orlando's as he felt the first few tears soak into his shirt.
Fin.
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