New Year's Masque--FIC
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vigorliTitle: New Year’s Masque
Author: invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17
Beta: the fabulous Indie (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Disclaimer: not true; all lies; nothing but fiction
Warning: AU
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vigorleancult,vigorli
Summary: Two strangers meet at a ball…
A/N: for the December/January Challenge
Orlando put the finishing touches on his outfit for the night, placing his mask on his face. Tonight he was not Orlando. No one would know his real identity. His suit coat was crafted out of white/silver silk, intricately embroidered with a silver weave of an extraordinary design. He also wore a white chemise that was beautifully made from the same material. A silver, button-up vest was over the chemise. It had a similar pattern on it that matched his suit coat. His trousers were white, made of silk and came to just below his knees. He wore white stockings and fancy silvery white shoes. The mask on his face was crafted out of silver material with little gold flecks of paint surrounding his eyes; little feathers stuck out of the side. His chocolate curls had been combed out and tied with a ribbon at the base of his neck. Orlando was elegant; he was extremely pleased with the way he looked tonight.
His father, lord of the surrounding land, was hosting a New Year’s party tonight. Every noble man and woman from the nearby towns was invited. Orlando knew he had to impress his father’s guests. Tonight would be important.
A knock on his chamber door informed him that the party was about to begin, and that his presence was requested downstairs in the ballroom. Orlando gave himself one last look in the mirror. He smiled to himself and exited his room, prepared for the night’s events.
~~~~~
The party was absolutely exquisite. Lords and Ladies from across the lands had attended tonight’s festivity, ready to celebrate the coming New Year. Orlando made polite conversation with those that crossed his path; but he was far from entertained. Everyone that was here tonight had someone they were with…a partner. Orlando was alone. He had yet to find that special someone who could make his heart beat faster, his breathing become more erratic, and his mind cloud over with lustful thoughts. That is…he hadn’t until just now.
From Orlando’s position he saw a man…not just any man. This man was a god. He wore an outfit similar to Orlando’s, only different in color: a black, crushed velvet suit coat with gold embroidery; a white, silk chemise; a gold button-up vest; black, silk trousers with gold colored stockings, and black shoes imprinted with a similar design as the suit coat. The man’s mask was black and gold, and also had feathers sticking out of the sides. His hair was a soft, dusty blond color. He was gorgeous. Orlando knew it was incredibly rude to stare, but this man had captivated him with his mere presence.
At that moment, the man turned and met Orlando’s gaze. Orlando felt his heart stop; he had been discovered. The man smiled at Orlando, causing him to blush and look at the floor. When Orlando lifted his head, the man was almost in front of him. Orlando gulped and tried to calm himself down. His god was coming his way!
“Good evening,” the man said in a deep husky drawl.
“G-good evening, my lord,” Orlando said in reply with his best smile.
“I noticed you standing here all by yourself. Someone of your exceptional beauty should never be alone.” This man knew how to flatter well. All Orlando could manage was a blush and a shy smile.
“Thank you, sir. You are t-too kind.”
“What is your name?” the man asked.
“No…we are not supposed to say who we really are…not until midnight,” Orlando replied as he looked towards the old clock in the hall. Ten minutes until midnight. Could he wait? He could still not meet the man’s eyes. He had not yet looked at him directly in the eye. He heard the man chuckle.
“Do I make you nervous, little one?”
Orlando swallowed and hung his head,
“Yes, sir. You do.”
The man brought a hand up and cupped Orlando’s jaw, gently lifting his head to meet his gaze. Orlando looked up and gave a small gasp as he saw his god’s eyes. They were a beautiful shade of pale blue.
“That is better,” whispered the man. “You have enchantingly beautiful eyes, little one. I am afraid you have me completely at your mercy.” The man leaned his head down, prepared to kiss his young angel, but was met with nothing. Orlando had quickly moved to the side.
“No…not here. Follow me,” Orlando said as he grabbed the man’s hand. He swiftly walked out of the back doors that led out into the backfields that contained his father’s gardens. Orlando kept walking until he came upon a bench that sat in the middle of a clearing. There was a light dusting of snow that covered the ground and the trees, making the world seem as if it was something out of a fairytale.
10
As soon as they sat on the bench, they were met with several moments of silence. Both men were extraordinarily nervous, both being confronted with the very representation of their deepest desires. Orlando heard the countdown begin and turned so he could look at his god. The man smiled and cupped Orlando’s face once more and smiled.
6
“I have admired you all night, so desperate to just here your voice. Now here you are in my arms…my wonderful angel,” the man declared.
5
Orlando blushed, “I am no angel, my lord. You need not flatter me so.”
4
“Yes you are…” As the countdown neared the end, the man brought his lips closer. He met his young lover’s lips in a tantalizing kiss. Orlando moaned and opened his mouth, graciously accepting his lover’s tongue. Their passionate kiss sent shivers through both men. It was almost as if they were meant to be together.
3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The lovers broke their kiss and gazed into each other’s eyes, panting heavily and both oblivious to the cold.
“What is your name? Please…I must know,” the man implored.
“Orlando…Orlando Bloom, my lord.”
“Orlando…what a beautiful name…wait…Bloom? Lord Bloom’s son?” the man asked in shock. Orlando nodded silently. The man was taken aback.
“Sir?” Orlando asked.
“I am sorry! I had no idea,” the man began to apologize. Orlando felt his god’s hand drop from his face; he quickly grabbed them to prevent him from leaving.
“Please, do not go! Please…this has meant so much to me. You have made me feel so special tonight. I am so used to people treating me kindly because of who my father is. Please…stay,” Orlando begged. The man smiled and relaxed, taking Orlando’s hands in his and kissing them.
“Please…tell me your name,” Orlando pleaded.
“Viggo…Viggo Mortensen.” Orlando smiled at this discovery—a godlike name for a godlike man. He leaned forward and kissed Viggo once more then shivered, suddenly becoming aware of the freezing temperature.
“We should return indoors. You need to be warmed,” Viggo stated as he lead Orlando back inside the manor house. Viggo was about to lead them back to the ball when Orlando suddenly pulled him into a hallway. Orlando grabbed Viggo’s face and kissed him desperately. He was not sure what had come over him, but he needed Viggo now. Their bodies pressed close together, both men groaning at the added pressure to their hardening groins.
“Ah! You undo me, Orlando. I fear I may not be able to last!” Viggo exclaimed.
“Viggo, please…I wish for you to…” Orlando’s voice trailed off and he blushed a deep shade of red. “Make love to me, Viggo. Please…I do not know what it is that I feel; but I feel as if I have known you my whole life. Make me your own…please.”
Viggo smiled and gently caressed Orlando’s cheek. “Are you innocent, my angel?”
Orlando blushed at Viggo’s question but nodded.
“I do not wish to cause you harm. For your first time…there is a great chance that there will be pain,” Viggo explained gently.
“You could not hurt me. I trust you.”
Viggo smiled and yielded to his lover’s request. Orlando returned the smile and quickly led Viggo up the staircase to his chambers. Tonight he would become Viggo’s. He wanted that more than anything.
~~~~~
As the men stumbled into Orlando’s room, they began tearing fiercely at each other’s clothing, anxious to feel skin against skin. Not concerned with propriety or later appearances, each garment the men wore ended up hastily tossed onto the floor. The two lovers stood naked, facing each other; all that was left was their masks. Viggo went first, carefully removing the ribbon from Orlando’s hair, letting his curls fall. He then removed Orlando’s mask from his face and tossing it aside. He gasped when he saw his angel’s perfect face. How beautiful he was! Orlando went next, lifting shaking hands to remove Viggo’s mask that also ended up on the floor.
“You are indeed a god among men,” Orlando voiced his own thoughts. Viggo smiled and gently pushed Orlando down onto the soft bed. He straddled his lover and ran his hands along Orlando’s perfect frame. Both men inhaled sharply at the contact. Viggo bent down and began to leave a trail of kisses from Orlando’s lips to his weeping erection. Orlando moaned and squirmed under him, enjoying the pleasure Viggo was giving him.
“Viggo, you torture me! Please…I need to feel you.”
“Orlando, I want to, but I need something to help…ease the way. Do you have oil of some kind?” Viggo questioned. He was desperate to sheath himself inside his young lover’s body.
“Aye…on the table…next to the lamp,” Orlando replied. Viggo smirked. Lamp oil wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but it would work just fine. He grabbed the oil and coated two of his fingers; he carefully inserted one inside Orlando. Orlando gasped at the sudden intrusion and began to tense his muscles.
“Orlando, my love, you must relax. I promise it will get better,” Viggo soothed. As Viggo began to slowly move his finger he felt Orlando’s body begin to relax. Viggo increased his pace slightly, curling his finger to find Orlando’s pleasure spot. Orlando’s sudden cry and jerking body movements alerted Viggo that he had found it.
“Viggo! By the gods, what was that?” Orlando exclaimed.
“That was your prostate, love. It gives you pleasure. Care to feel that again?” Viggo asked. Orlando nodded breathlessly and Viggo curled his finger once more.
“I am going to have to insert another finger, Orlando,” Viggo warned. Orlando nodded his understanding and Viggo gently inserted a second one. Orlando tensed only slightly before he remembered Viggo’s earlier words of comfort; he relaxed, and Viggo began to scissor his fingers, stretching his lover for his awaiting arousal.
When Viggo felt that Orlando was ready, he removed his fingers. Orlando moaned at the loss of contact and looked at Viggo pleadingly.
“Patience, Orlando; great pleasure is on the way.” Viggo coated his own arousal with the oil and position himself at Orlando’s entrance. He looked to Orlando for reassurance before slowly easing his way inside. He was halfway inside Orlando’s tight passage when he noticed the pained look on Orlando’s face.
“Angel?”
“Hurts…Viggo…hurts…”
“It will only hurt for a moment, my love. I promise. I will not move until you are ready. I will go slow.” Viggo did just that. He waited until Orlando adjusted to his size and indicated to him that he should continue. He slowly rocked his hips, his hardened arousal moving in and out of Orlando’s heat. Orlando’s moans encouraged him, and he sped up only slightly, grasping his lover’s hips for control.
Orlando squirmed and bit his bottom lip. He had never felt anything so amazing before in his entire life. Their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together as if crafted from the same mold. Orlando locked eyes with his god, seeing the love and devotion that shown brightly from the blue orbs.
“Ah…Viggo! Oh yes…touch me…please touch me,” Orlando begged. Viggo complied to his lover’s plea, reaching with one hand to grasp his lover’s painfully hard erection. He stroked Orlando’s arousal, wanting to feel him lose complete control.
“Orlando…you feel so amazing…I fear you will be my undoing,” Viggo rasped as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He was close, so close to reaching the peak of his pleasure. He wanted to reach that moment with Orlando, so he began to stroke his angel’s hardness faster.
“GODS, VIGGO!” Orlando cried as he felt his orgasm wash over him. Unconsciously, his inner walls tightened and triggered Viggo’s own orgasm. Viggo came deeply inside Orlando, riding out his pleasure to the very end. He collapsed onto his spent lover, nuzzling his neck. He felt blessed having shared such a wonderful moment with this beautiful man.
When he had regained enough strength, Viggo eased himself out of Orlando and off the bed. He walked over to the basin filled with water and grabbed the nearby cloth, getting it damp with the cool water. He cleaned himself off and then returned to the bed. Orlando was lying with his eyes closed still catching his breath. Viggo took the time to carefully cleanse his lover. When he finished, he returned the cloth to the basin and crawled back in bed with Orlando.
Viggo drew up the silk sheets over their bodies and pulled Orlando close to him, holding him in his loving embrace. Orlando’s eyes opened and he smiled at Viggo.
“That was incredible,” Orlando whispered, “thank you.”
“No, my love, thank you. You have given me so much tonight. I never thought I would be this happy. I love you…I only wish there were something I could do to repay you.”
Orlando smiled and tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill out. “You already have. You have given me the greatest gift I could ask for.”
Viggo looked at his lover questioningly. He had given Orlando something?
“You told me you loved me,” Orlando explained with a smile. “I-I love you too, Viggo.”
Viggo smiled widely and placed a kiss to his lover’s beautiful curls. He never wanted to lose this man.
“Happy New Year, Orlando. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it.”
~~~FIN
To see Viggo’s costume, go here:
http://www.costumes.org/history/camerongallery/cameron28.JPG
To see Orlando’s costume, go here:
http://www.costumes.org/history/camerongallery/cameron31mediumsize.JPG
Author: invisible_dream
Pairing: V/O
Rating: NC-17
Beta: the fabulous Indie (
indigo17)Disclaimer: not true; all lies; nothing but fiction
Warning: AU
Archive: my lj, the VOLA archive,
vigorleancult,vigorliSummary: Two strangers meet at a ball…
A/N: for the December/January Challenge
Orlando put the finishing touches on his outfit for the night, placing his mask on his face. Tonight he was not Orlando. No one would know his real identity. His suit coat was crafted out of white/silver silk, intricately embroidered with a silver weave of an extraordinary design. He also wore a white chemise that was beautifully made from the same material. A silver, button-up vest was over the chemise. It had a similar pattern on it that matched his suit coat. His trousers were white, made of silk and came to just below his knees. He wore white stockings and fancy silvery white shoes. The mask on his face was crafted out of silver material with little gold flecks of paint surrounding his eyes; little feathers stuck out of the side. His chocolate curls had been combed out and tied with a ribbon at the base of his neck. Orlando was elegant; he was extremely pleased with the way he looked tonight.
His father, lord of the surrounding land, was hosting a New Year’s party tonight. Every noble man and woman from the nearby towns was invited. Orlando knew he had to impress his father’s guests. Tonight would be important.
A knock on his chamber door informed him that the party was about to begin, and that his presence was requested downstairs in the ballroom. Orlando gave himself one last look in the mirror. He smiled to himself and exited his room, prepared for the night’s events.
~~~~~
The party was absolutely exquisite. Lords and Ladies from across the lands had attended tonight’s festivity, ready to celebrate the coming New Year. Orlando made polite conversation with those that crossed his path; but he was far from entertained. Everyone that was here tonight had someone they were with…a partner. Orlando was alone. He had yet to find that special someone who could make his heart beat faster, his breathing become more erratic, and his mind cloud over with lustful thoughts. That is…he hadn’t until just now.
From Orlando’s position he saw a man…not just any man. This man was a god. He wore an outfit similar to Orlando’s, only different in color: a black, crushed velvet suit coat with gold embroidery; a white, silk chemise; a gold button-up vest; black, silk trousers with gold colored stockings, and black shoes imprinted with a similar design as the suit coat. The man’s mask was black and gold, and also had feathers sticking out of the sides. His hair was a soft, dusty blond color. He was gorgeous. Orlando knew it was incredibly rude to stare, but this man had captivated him with his mere presence.
At that moment, the man turned and met Orlando’s gaze. Orlando felt his heart stop; he had been discovered. The man smiled at Orlando, causing him to blush and look at the floor. When Orlando lifted his head, the man was almost in front of him. Orlando gulped and tried to calm himself down. His god was coming his way!
“Good evening,” the man said in a deep husky drawl.
“G-good evening, my lord,” Orlando said in reply with his best smile.
“I noticed you standing here all by yourself. Someone of your exceptional beauty should never be alone.” This man knew how to flatter well. All Orlando could manage was a blush and a shy smile.
“Thank you, sir. You are t-too kind.”
“What is your name?” the man asked.
“No…we are not supposed to say who we really are…not until midnight,” Orlando replied as he looked towards the old clock in the hall. Ten minutes until midnight. Could he wait? He could still not meet the man’s eyes. He had not yet looked at him directly in the eye. He heard the man chuckle.
“Do I make you nervous, little one?”
Orlando swallowed and hung his head,
“Yes, sir. You do.”
The man brought a hand up and cupped Orlando’s jaw, gently lifting his head to meet his gaze. Orlando looked up and gave a small gasp as he saw his god’s eyes. They were a beautiful shade of pale blue.
“That is better,” whispered the man. “You have enchantingly beautiful eyes, little one. I am afraid you have me completely at your mercy.” The man leaned his head down, prepared to kiss his young angel, but was met with nothing. Orlando had quickly moved to the side.
“No…not here. Follow me,” Orlando said as he grabbed the man’s hand. He swiftly walked out of the back doors that led out into the backfields that contained his father’s gardens. Orlando kept walking until he came upon a bench that sat in the middle of a clearing. There was a light dusting of snow that covered the ground and the trees, making the world seem as if it was something out of a fairytale.
10
As soon as they sat on the bench, they were met with several moments of silence. Both men were extraordinarily nervous, both being confronted with the very representation of their deepest desires. Orlando heard the countdown begin and turned so he could look at his god. The man smiled and cupped Orlando’s face once more and smiled.
6
“I have admired you all night, so desperate to just here your voice. Now here you are in my arms…my wonderful angel,” the man declared.
5
Orlando blushed, “I am no angel, my lord. You need not flatter me so.”
4
“Yes you are…” As the countdown neared the end, the man brought his lips closer. He met his young lover’s lips in a tantalizing kiss. Orlando moaned and opened his mouth, graciously accepting his lover’s tongue. Their passionate kiss sent shivers through both men. It was almost as if they were meant to be together.
3…2…1…HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The lovers broke their kiss and gazed into each other’s eyes, panting heavily and both oblivious to the cold.
“What is your name? Please…I must know,” the man implored.
“Orlando…Orlando Bloom, my lord.”
“Orlando…what a beautiful name…wait…Bloom? Lord Bloom’s son?” the man asked in shock. Orlando nodded silently. The man was taken aback.
“Sir?” Orlando asked.
“I am sorry! I had no idea,” the man began to apologize. Orlando felt his god’s hand drop from his face; he quickly grabbed them to prevent him from leaving.
“Please, do not go! Please…this has meant so much to me. You have made me feel so special tonight. I am so used to people treating me kindly because of who my father is. Please…stay,” Orlando begged. The man smiled and relaxed, taking Orlando’s hands in his and kissing them.
“Please…tell me your name,” Orlando pleaded.
“Viggo…Viggo Mortensen.” Orlando smiled at this discovery—a godlike name for a godlike man. He leaned forward and kissed Viggo once more then shivered, suddenly becoming aware of the freezing temperature.
“We should return indoors. You need to be warmed,” Viggo stated as he lead Orlando back inside the manor house. Viggo was about to lead them back to the ball when Orlando suddenly pulled him into a hallway. Orlando grabbed Viggo’s face and kissed him desperately. He was not sure what had come over him, but he needed Viggo now. Their bodies pressed close together, both men groaning at the added pressure to their hardening groins.
“Ah! You undo me, Orlando. I fear I may not be able to last!” Viggo exclaimed.
“Viggo, please…I wish for you to…” Orlando’s voice trailed off and he blushed a deep shade of red. “Make love to me, Viggo. Please…I do not know what it is that I feel; but I feel as if I have known you my whole life. Make me your own…please.”
Viggo smiled and gently caressed Orlando’s cheek. “Are you innocent, my angel?”
Orlando blushed at Viggo’s question but nodded.
“I do not wish to cause you harm. For your first time…there is a great chance that there will be pain,” Viggo explained gently.
“You could not hurt me. I trust you.”
Viggo smiled and yielded to his lover’s request. Orlando returned the smile and quickly led Viggo up the staircase to his chambers. Tonight he would become Viggo’s. He wanted that more than anything.
~~~~~
As the men stumbled into Orlando’s room, they began tearing fiercely at each other’s clothing, anxious to feel skin against skin. Not concerned with propriety or later appearances, each garment the men wore ended up hastily tossed onto the floor. The two lovers stood naked, facing each other; all that was left was their masks. Viggo went first, carefully removing the ribbon from Orlando’s hair, letting his curls fall. He then removed Orlando’s mask from his face and tossing it aside. He gasped when he saw his angel’s perfect face. How beautiful he was! Orlando went next, lifting shaking hands to remove Viggo’s mask that also ended up on the floor.
“You are indeed a god among men,” Orlando voiced his own thoughts. Viggo smiled and gently pushed Orlando down onto the soft bed. He straddled his lover and ran his hands along Orlando’s perfect frame. Both men inhaled sharply at the contact. Viggo bent down and began to leave a trail of kisses from Orlando’s lips to his weeping erection. Orlando moaned and squirmed under him, enjoying the pleasure Viggo was giving him.
“Viggo, you torture me! Please…I need to feel you.”
“Orlando, I want to, but I need something to help…ease the way. Do you have oil of some kind?” Viggo questioned. He was desperate to sheath himself inside his young lover’s body.
“Aye…on the table…next to the lamp,” Orlando replied. Viggo smirked. Lamp oil wasn’t exactly what he had in mind, but it would work just fine. He grabbed the oil and coated two of his fingers; he carefully inserted one inside Orlando. Orlando gasped at the sudden intrusion and began to tense his muscles.
“Orlando, my love, you must relax. I promise it will get better,” Viggo soothed. As Viggo began to slowly move his finger he felt Orlando’s body begin to relax. Viggo increased his pace slightly, curling his finger to find Orlando’s pleasure spot. Orlando’s sudden cry and jerking body movements alerted Viggo that he had found it.
“Viggo! By the gods, what was that?” Orlando exclaimed.
“That was your prostate, love. It gives you pleasure. Care to feel that again?” Viggo asked. Orlando nodded breathlessly and Viggo curled his finger once more.
“I am going to have to insert another finger, Orlando,” Viggo warned. Orlando nodded his understanding and Viggo gently inserted a second one. Orlando tensed only slightly before he remembered Viggo’s earlier words of comfort; he relaxed, and Viggo began to scissor his fingers, stretching his lover for his awaiting arousal.
When Viggo felt that Orlando was ready, he removed his fingers. Orlando moaned at the loss of contact and looked at Viggo pleadingly.
“Patience, Orlando; great pleasure is on the way.” Viggo coated his own arousal with the oil and position himself at Orlando’s entrance. He looked to Orlando for reassurance before slowly easing his way inside. He was halfway inside Orlando’s tight passage when he noticed the pained look on Orlando’s face.
“Angel?”
“Hurts…Viggo…hurts…”
“It will only hurt for a moment, my love. I promise. I will not move until you are ready. I will go slow.” Viggo did just that. He waited until Orlando adjusted to his size and indicated to him that he should continue. He slowly rocked his hips, his hardened arousal moving in and out of Orlando’s heat. Orlando’s moans encouraged him, and he sped up only slightly, grasping his lover’s hips for control.
Orlando squirmed and bit his bottom lip. He had never felt anything so amazing before in his entire life. Their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together as if crafted from the same mold. Orlando locked eyes with his god, seeing the love and devotion that shown brightly from the blue orbs.
“Ah…Viggo! Oh yes…touch me…please touch me,” Orlando begged. Viggo complied to his lover’s plea, reaching with one hand to grasp his lover’s painfully hard erection. He stroked Orlando’s arousal, wanting to feel him lose complete control.
“Orlando…you feel so amazing…I fear you will be my undoing,” Viggo rasped as he increased the pace of his thrusts. He was close, so close to reaching the peak of his pleasure. He wanted to reach that moment with Orlando, so he began to stroke his angel’s hardness faster.
“GODS, VIGGO!” Orlando cried as he felt his orgasm wash over him. Unconsciously, his inner walls tightened and triggered Viggo’s own orgasm. Viggo came deeply inside Orlando, riding out his pleasure to the very end. He collapsed onto his spent lover, nuzzling his neck. He felt blessed having shared such a wonderful moment with this beautiful man.
When he had regained enough strength, Viggo eased himself out of Orlando and off the bed. He walked over to the basin filled with water and grabbed the nearby cloth, getting it damp with the cool water. He cleaned himself off and then returned to the bed. Orlando was lying with his eyes closed still catching his breath. Viggo took the time to carefully cleanse his lover. When he finished, he returned the cloth to the basin and crawled back in bed with Orlando.
Viggo drew up the silk sheets over their bodies and pulled Orlando close to him, holding him in his loving embrace. Orlando’s eyes opened and he smiled at Viggo.
“That was incredible,” Orlando whispered, “thank you.”
“No, my love, thank you. You have given me so much tonight. I never thought I would be this happy. I love you…I only wish there were something I could do to repay you.”
Orlando smiled and tried to blink back the tears that threatened to spill out. “You already have. You have given me the greatest gift I could ask for.”
Viggo looked at his lover questioningly. He had given Orlando something?
“You told me you loved me,” Orlando explained with a smile. “I-I love you too, Viggo.”
Viggo smiled widely and placed a kiss to his lover’s beautiful curls. He never wanted to lose this man.
“Happy New Year, Orlando. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of it.”
~~~FIN
To see Viggo’s costume, go here:
http://www.costumes.org/history/camerongallery/cameron28.JPG
To see Orlando’s costume, go here:
http://www.costumes.org/history/camerongallery/cameron31mediumsize.JPG
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Date: 2004-12-05 11:47 am (UTC)aww, you're so sweet :)
thank you so much!
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Date: 2004-12-05 06:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-12-05 10:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-12-06 04:05 am (UTC)I looked at the pictures of their clothing, and it is beautiful, thanks for the link, much easier to imagine when you have seen them!
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Date: 2004-12-06 04:32 am (UTC)i have considered writing a sequel to this. once i get the time, and the fuzz out of my brain, i shall get to work on it :)
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Date: 2004-12-06 04:34 am (UTC)and yes, i have considered writing a sequel to this (especially if Indie yells at me again, LOL!)
*pets* fear not, but for now think "happily ever after" ;)