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Title: Bound Through Time (1/?)
Author: angel_miyu
Rating: PG-13 this chapter
Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Beta: Juniper, thank you so much!!
Summary: Can love withstand the true test of time?
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me and I don’t know them. The story is just fiction
Warning: AU. Implied death.
Author’s note: There are two timelines to this story. One occurs in Venice around the year 1600 and the other happens in the present.

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Being immortal had always been normal for Viggo Mortensen. From the day he was born his parents had told him that he would never die. He had never thought much about it. It was a gift he could only accept. The difficulty in his life came from the fact that there were few others who were immortal like him – he didn’t like to cope with the death of his friends.

Now, sitting at a table overlooking the beauty of Venice, he was thankful for his immortality. He never would have thought that the once small port would have grown into the thriving city it had become. Because he was immortal, he had been witness to all of the wonderful changes the years had wrought. It was for reasons like this that he embraced his immortality.

A soft knock on the door brought him back to reality. For a moment he thought about ignoring the knock and seeing what would happen, but he knew his servants well enough to know that they would never dare to enter the room without his permission.

“Come in.”

The door was opened carefully by a young man who brought the tea that Viggo remembered ordering. The boy drew his attention. He had never seen him in his house or with the other servants before. Not once. He was sure that he hadn’t been told there would be a new servant in his household. He didn’t mind the young man being there, but he liked to keep up with changes in his house.

The boy kept his eyes downcast as he served the tea. Viggo wondered if the gesture was motivated by fear or respect.

As the younger man turned to leave, Viggo took hold of his wrist, stopping him from leaving. The strange boy flinched slightly but made no effort to pull away. The immortal allowed himself to take a closer look at the young servant.

The boy was beautiful. He had a long, lean body and long, dark brown hair that curled slightly around a face that was graced by sinful, red lips and soft, brown eyes. Overall, the boy was a portrait of the perfect lover – not just a mere servant. Viggo wondered why no one had claimed the boy yet.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” Viggo asked, hoping to draw the younger man’s gaze, but failing.

“Yes, my Lord.” The servant boy whispered with a voice that seemed as sweet as honey to Viggo. Underneath the smooth tones, the immortal heard a slight tremor. So – the boy was afraid.

“I didn’t know there was a new servant in my household. What is your name, my dear?” Viggo noticed the boy’s eyes widening in surprise, as if he wasn’t used to people asking him this question. It was some time before he answered.

“Orlando, my Lord.”

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It had been many years, but Viggo still didn’t feel or look older than 40. Venice was the last time he had been happy. The world around him had changed and wounds had healed, but the hole in his heart hadn’t. He was lonely. Sometimes he wondered why he was still alive, but he found no answers…no reasons. Perhaps it was because of the promise he had given so long ago.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

Viggo looked up and smiled at the man who stood in front of him. He felt lonely, but he wasn’t alone. Sometimes he wondered why.

“Nothing important, Sean.” He lied. Viggo didn’t need another lecture about living in the past. Sean Bean couldn’t possibly understand him.

While they were both immortal, there was one difference – Sean had never been in love with a mortal – Viggo had. Sean often said he was happy it had never happened to him, but Viggo just thought that the other man didn’t know what he was missing.

“You look sad. Are you sure that it’s nothing? Or do you just not want to tell me?” Viggo had to grin at the last question. Sean knew him too well.

“Brilliant! You finally figured it out.” Viggo chuckled.

The two men were sitting in a café watching the busy streets of Los Angeles. Viggo wasn’t sure if he would call this city beautiful. It probably was considered beautiful in some strange way, but the immortal wasn’t sure if he liked it. Los Angeles just wasn’t Venice – the city he used to love.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what exactly, Sean?” Viggo asked slightly disturbed.

“Staring at nothing and looking like you don’t want to be here. Why can’t you just live in the present, like everyone else, instead of dwelling in the past, Viggo?”

Viggo didn’t have to think about the answer. “There are people who like the past better than the here and now. They just want to live life through their memories…where they can be happy.”

“That’s you, alright.” Sean replied.

Viggo nodded his head slightly, before coming to a standstill. His eyes caught on a familiar figure. As he watched, a young man crossed the street with another, younger man. The younger boy kept teasing the other man…a young man with dark brown curls that reminded Viggo of someone.

Shit…he had to be fantasizing…it couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible – but he looked so much like him…so much like an angel who had come down to earth. Viggo shook his head in disbelief.

“Viggo? Is something wrong?”

Sean sounded worried but Viggo couldn’t answer or look at him. He was afraid that if he looked away he would lose the young man in the crowd.

Viggo’s worries were unfounded. The angel was headed straight for the café.

tbc