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vigorliTitle: Acrid
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Summary: Confessions in the night rain.
Warnings: Angst, language
Beta: I do have one although this ficlette went though without approval, inspiration struck and I had to get it done and on to the community.
Disclaimer: FICTION, FICTION, FICTION, FICTION. Where else you think I got this from? Because trust me if I really heard this convorsation, I wouldn't just be writing about it.
Feedback: A must have like oxygen for instance...
He finnaly had the sense to check the door to see whether it was open or not. He'd been banging away at it for a while now. I could hear him all the way out here. He's stomping through the house, coming closer to where I am, sitting on the porch, getting drenched by the rain being pushed towards me in droves by the hot Southern California wind. I just take another drag on the cigarette I lit when I heard the door open.
"I've been knocking for over ten minutes." His voice comes from behind, it's angry, and sad.
"I know." My voice is dull as I watch another string of lightning flash across the dark sky.
"Why haven't you-"
"I'm not the same person anymore. Who I am now, is not the guy who you knew. Life happened to me Vig. Live happened..." I trail off and take another drag of the cigarette. I once heard every puff you take, takes a minute from you life, wish it was true.
"Life happens to everyone. Sooner or later you're going to have to accept that." I bite back a bitter laugh and stand up, flick my cigarette over the porch railing.
"Yeah well, my life happens to be somewhat more shitty than others. I'm told what to wear, what to say, who to be seen with. You know how much shit I'd get for being seen with you?!" The last word is said somewhat hysterically. I pat down my pockets trying to find my package of cigarettes. I can't find the damn pack. My eyes land on the small table by the chair I was sitting in. There the fuckers are, and there he is. Too close. I don't need them that bad.
"Why do you care so much? Why do you care what they think of you?" This time the bitter laugh gets choked out.
"And why do you?! I don't see you hoising a rainbowed flag above your head?! Don't see you snogging me-men in public! Why should I?" I'm full on hysterical. I'm crying by now, my tears mixing with the rain that was already on my face. I need my cigarettes now, don't fucking care how close to him they are. I snatch them away and as luck would have it I can't light the damn, fucking thing. I'm so concentrated on lighting it I don't notice him comming closer to me.
"STOP! Please, stop! Don't come fucking near me!" My cigarette finnaly catches light. I inhale it needily the acrid smoke filling my lungs.
"Why?" It's barely a whisper. I look up at him, his eyes are a harsh grey. They're only that color when he's sad.
"Why what Old Man?" This comes out more bitter than I meant it.
"Why won't you let me take care of you...why won't you let me help you, love you?"
"Because..." I take another drag. "The person I am now," smoke comes out with every word. "The person I am now Vig, doesn't deserve to be loved." His face falls. He starts to turn and walk away. My face remains impassive. As he gets to the open door way he turns.
"Everyone deserves to be loved...even this person you say you've become, no matter how crazy that seems."
He leaves and all I'm left with is the rain, my cigarettes, and his fucking last words.
Fin.
Author: Vatulele
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: R
Summary: Confessions in the night rain.
Warnings: Angst, language
Beta: I do have one although this ficlette went though without approval, inspiration struck and I had to get it done and on to the community.
Disclaimer: FICTION, FICTION, FICTION, FICTION. Where else you think I got this from? Because trust me if I really heard this convorsation, I wouldn't just be writing about it.
Feedback: A must have like oxygen for instance...
He finnaly had the sense to check the door to see whether it was open or not. He'd been banging away at it for a while now. I could hear him all the way out here. He's stomping through the house, coming closer to where I am, sitting on the porch, getting drenched by the rain being pushed towards me in droves by the hot Southern California wind. I just take another drag on the cigarette I lit when I heard the door open.
"I've been knocking for over ten minutes." His voice comes from behind, it's angry, and sad.
"I know." My voice is dull as I watch another string of lightning flash across the dark sky.
"Why haven't you-"
"I'm not the same person anymore. Who I am now, is not the guy who you knew. Life happened to me Vig. Live happened..." I trail off and take another drag of the cigarette. I once heard every puff you take, takes a minute from you life, wish it was true.
"Life happens to everyone. Sooner or later you're going to have to accept that." I bite back a bitter laugh and stand up, flick my cigarette over the porch railing.
"Yeah well, my life happens to be somewhat more shitty than others. I'm told what to wear, what to say, who to be seen with. You know how much shit I'd get for being seen with you?!" The last word is said somewhat hysterically. I pat down my pockets trying to find my package of cigarettes. I can't find the damn pack. My eyes land on the small table by the chair I was sitting in. There the fuckers are, and there he is. Too close. I don't need them that bad.
"Why do you care so much? Why do you care what they think of you?" This time the bitter laugh gets choked out.
"And why do you?! I don't see you hoising a rainbowed flag above your head?! Don't see you snogging me-men in public! Why should I?" I'm full on hysterical. I'm crying by now, my tears mixing with the rain that was already on my face. I need my cigarettes now, don't fucking care how close to him they are. I snatch them away and as luck would have it I can't light the damn, fucking thing. I'm so concentrated on lighting it I don't notice him comming closer to me.
"STOP! Please, stop! Don't come fucking near me!" My cigarette finnaly catches light. I inhale it needily the acrid smoke filling my lungs.
"Why?" It's barely a whisper. I look up at him, his eyes are a harsh grey. They're only that color when he's sad.
"Why what Old Man?" This comes out more bitter than I meant it.
"Why won't you let me take care of you...why won't you let me help you, love you?"
"Because..." I take another drag. "The person I am now," smoke comes out with every word. "The person I am now Vig, doesn't deserve to be loved." His face falls. He starts to turn and walk away. My face remains impassive. As he gets to the open door way he turns.
"Everyone deserves to be loved...even this person you say you've become, no matter how crazy that seems."
He leaves and all I'm left with is the rain, my cigarettes, and his fucking last words.
Fin.
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Date: 2006-07-16 09:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 09:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-16 11:02 am (UTC)As for those special ones, you are right, we better save for some special occasions, such as when VO come out the closet *g*LOL
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Date: 2006-07-16 02:46 pm (UTC)