A Little Bit Of Heaven
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vigorliA Little Bit Of Heaven
Chapter 3
Title: Making A Connection
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando is a spirit that visits Viggo
Feedback: Critical
Chapter 3
Orlando stood looking out the window wondering what he should do now. What had just happened? He didn’t think Viggo should have gotten that upset over someone dumping him. Maybe it was something more? What had the odd man Elijah meant? He shook his head to clear it somewhat. He looked to the stairs that led up to the rooftop. He knew Viggo had gone up there; he wanted to go see if he was okay. But maybe he should just leave him alone this time, give him some space.
Orlando went and sat on the couch and looked around the room. He knew that this was his apartment; he knew deep within his heart looking at the different objects around the room. But he didn’t understand what the deal was with Viggo thinking it was his. He grabbed the book that lay on the end table and flipped through the pages. It was a book of poetry, and he knew it didn’t belong to him. He glanced at the different poems and turned the book to look on the back cover. It had a picture of Viggo on it. His brows furrowed together. He looked at the photo and saw how truly handsome Viggo looked in the photo, and he had the most charming smile on his face. He looked truly happy in the picture. He then opened the front of the book and read the first page.
Dedicated to my partner in life for all that you have done and the inspiration for this book. I will forever miss you. I love you Karl, Viggo.
“Shit,” he murmured to himself. He laid the book back down on the sofa and walked to the foot of the stairs. He was almost afraid to go up and find Viggo. Knowing that he had said something so cold and callus to him. He took a deep breath and gathered all his courage and made the journey up the stairs to the rooftop.
Viggo was standing at the far corner of the house, his arms surrounding his chest. His gaze looking off into the endless lights of the city, the lights seemed to stretch on forever.
“Viggo,” he said softly as he slowly approached the still figure. “I’m so sorry about Karl,” he paused for a moment to consider is words. “I didn’t know, do you want to talk about…what happened?”
Viggo stiffened in response. “He had a brain tumor,” he replied after a few minutes of pondering whether he should even tell Orlando. “He had horrible headaches for some time, and I finally convinced him to go in for a check up, 2 weeks later, he was dead.”
“I’m sorry Viggo,” he offered as an apology.
Viggo took a deep breath, “I need a drink,” he grumbled and took off back down the stairs.
Orlando followed him quickly as he made his way out the apartment and down to the local pub.
“Don’t go in there Viggo, it won’t solve anything,” he said as he tried to grab his arm. But it went through him instead.
Viggo laughed at him, “And you think you’re going to stop me?” he asked as he watched as Orlando’s hand went through him. He opened the door and walked in with Orli trailing quickly behind him.
Viggo smiled when he saw his friend Sean there with some of his friends. “Hey Vig, glad to see you mate, How are you doing?” he asked shaking his hand, and slinging his arm around his shoulders.
“Great, just great,” he yelled over the loud music. Trying to smile and give off the impression that he was happy.
“This is Craig and Miranda Vig,” he said introducing the two people sitting at the table with him.
Viggo shook their hands. “Nice to meet you,” he said smiling.
“Would you like a drink?” the bartender asked him as he gazed at the good-looking man.
“Yeah, give me a scotch” he yelled out back.
“Don’t Viggo,” Orlando said urgently at his side. “This won’t help you. Alcohol won’t help.”
“Shut up.” He growled as he stood there waiting and watching the man fix his drink.
Sean looked at him. “Are you okay Vig?” he asked looking closer at his friend.
“Great, yeah, I’m fine,” he said smiling back at Sean. Sean gave him a rather odd look, but smiled anyway and leaned over to say something to Craig.
Viggo grabbed the drink that was slowly handed to him, as the bartender gave him a knowing smile, letting his fingers slid against Viggos as he took the glass from him.
“Thanks” he said and lifted the glass to take a drink, ignoring the look of desire in the man’s eyes.
“Don’t do it Viggo,” Orlando growled, his hands on his slender hips trying to look intimidating as he could. But failing miserably in doing so.
“You gonna stop me?” he smirked and put the drink to his lips in a teasing display of a challenge.
Suddenly Orlando moved his body so he was inside of Viggos. Viggo tried to put the glass to his lips and somehow Orlando was moving his hand away from his mouth.
Sean was looking on in disbelief, as his friend was moving like he was possessed by something, or he was a having a seizure as he tried to bring the glass to his mouth, he wasn’t sure which, he looked to his friends nearby and shrugged his shoulders.
Viggo gritted his teeth and put his other hand up to the glass trying to get a better grip and the fluid went flying out of the glass and onto Miranda that was sitting next to Sean.
She screamed in shock as the cold liquid splashed all over the front of her dress.
“Fuck Vig, what the hell are you doing mate?” Sean asked as he picked up the nearest napkin and tried drying his friend off. He watched in confusion as Viggo staggered out of the bar. Once out the door, Orlando stepped back out from inside him.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he yelled at him as he shook with sheer rage.
Orlando smoothed his long curls back off his face, “Trying to save you from your self.” He replied calmly.
“How, by making me look like some kind of freak show?” he yelled. “Just leave me the fuck alone, alright!” he spat as he took off down the road leaving Orlando behind.
“Viggo! Wait up,” he yelled as he started to run after the man trying to catch up with him.
“God, don’t you ever give up!” he cried as he turned around and glared at the other man.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do, I’m so confused about everything.” He said sadly.
Viggo ran his hands through his already messed hair. “God, why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?” he yelled into the night. He dropped himself to sit on the edge of the fountain that was flowing a steady stream of water skywards and cascading down into a soft mist, not caring if he was getting wet in the process. He dropped his head into his hands. “Why?” he asked again, shaking his head. “How much more am I suppose to take?”
Orlando stood there and watched, as Viggo seemed to collapse in front of him. He walked slowly over to the man and sat beside him. “I’m sorry Viggo,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to add to your burdens.”
Viggo laughed softly under his breath. “Its okay, its not your fault,” he said shaking his head.
They sat in silence, not sure what to say. “Will you help me Viggo?” he finally asked, turning to face the man.
“What?” he asked as his head popped up out of his hands, looking very confused at the younger man beside him.
“Help me find out who I am,” he said as he looked into the sad, but light blue eyes. “Then maybe, I can be out of your life once and for all, once I know who I am, and if… and if, I am truly dead,” he whispered the last part softly.
“I don’t know Orlando,” he said with a shake of his head. Feeling so weary all of a sudden.
“You have two options,” Orlando said eagerly. “You can help me find out who I am, or… you can just spend the rest of your days talking to someone no one else can see, and everyone will think you’ve gone nuts,” he stated.
Viggo snorted with laughter. The first Orlando had ever heard. And he liked the sound, it was deep, and it was enchanting, and it was slightly manic. “Okay Orli,” he said as he smiled at the younger man next to him.
Orlando glared at him at the use of the nickname but he smiled and stood holding out his hand as he did.
Viggo looked at him and then looked at his hand. It was trembling. He rose slowly and laid it gently against it before it actually would go through it. “Lets go,” he said smiling into the gentle blue eyes. “Lets find out who I am.”
Tbc……..
Chapter 3
Title: Making A Connection
Warnings: Angst
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Orlando is a spirit that visits Viggo
Feedback: Critical
Chapter 3
Orlando stood looking out the window wondering what he should do now. What had just happened? He didn’t think Viggo should have gotten that upset over someone dumping him. Maybe it was something more? What had the odd man Elijah meant? He shook his head to clear it somewhat. He looked to the stairs that led up to the rooftop. He knew Viggo had gone up there; he wanted to go see if he was okay. But maybe he should just leave him alone this time, give him some space.
Orlando went and sat on the couch and looked around the room. He knew that this was his apartment; he knew deep within his heart looking at the different objects around the room. But he didn’t understand what the deal was with Viggo thinking it was his. He grabbed the book that lay on the end table and flipped through the pages. It was a book of poetry, and he knew it didn’t belong to him. He glanced at the different poems and turned the book to look on the back cover. It had a picture of Viggo on it. His brows furrowed together. He looked at the photo and saw how truly handsome Viggo looked in the photo, and he had the most charming smile on his face. He looked truly happy in the picture. He then opened the front of the book and read the first page.
Dedicated to my partner in life for all that you have done and the inspiration for this book. I will forever miss you. I love you Karl, Viggo.
“Shit,” he murmured to himself. He laid the book back down on the sofa and walked to the foot of the stairs. He was almost afraid to go up and find Viggo. Knowing that he had said something so cold and callus to him. He took a deep breath and gathered all his courage and made the journey up the stairs to the rooftop.
Viggo was standing at the far corner of the house, his arms surrounding his chest. His gaze looking off into the endless lights of the city, the lights seemed to stretch on forever.
“Viggo,” he said softly as he slowly approached the still figure. “I’m so sorry about Karl,” he paused for a moment to consider is words. “I didn’t know, do you want to talk about…what happened?”
Viggo stiffened in response. “He had a brain tumor,” he replied after a few minutes of pondering whether he should even tell Orlando. “He had horrible headaches for some time, and I finally convinced him to go in for a check up, 2 weeks later, he was dead.”
“I’m sorry Viggo,” he offered as an apology.
Viggo took a deep breath, “I need a drink,” he grumbled and took off back down the stairs.
Orlando followed him quickly as he made his way out the apartment and down to the local pub.
“Don’t go in there Viggo, it won’t solve anything,” he said as he tried to grab his arm. But it went through him instead.
Viggo laughed at him, “And you think you’re going to stop me?” he asked as he watched as Orlando’s hand went through him. He opened the door and walked in with Orli trailing quickly behind him.
Viggo smiled when he saw his friend Sean there with some of his friends. “Hey Vig, glad to see you mate, How are you doing?” he asked shaking his hand, and slinging his arm around his shoulders.
“Great, just great,” he yelled over the loud music. Trying to smile and give off the impression that he was happy.
“This is Craig and Miranda Vig,” he said introducing the two people sitting at the table with him.
Viggo shook their hands. “Nice to meet you,” he said smiling.
“Would you like a drink?” the bartender asked him as he gazed at the good-looking man.
“Yeah, give me a scotch” he yelled out back.
“Don’t Viggo,” Orlando said urgently at his side. “This won’t help you. Alcohol won’t help.”
“Shut up.” He growled as he stood there waiting and watching the man fix his drink.
Sean looked at him. “Are you okay Vig?” he asked looking closer at his friend.
“Great, yeah, I’m fine,” he said smiling back at Sean. Sean gave him a rather odd look, but smiled anyway and leaned over to say something to Craig.
Viggo grabbed the drink that was slowly handed to him, as the bartender gave him a knowing smile, letting his fingers slid against Viggos as he took the glass from him.
“Thanks” he said and lifted the glass to take a drink, ignoring the look of desire in the man’s eyes.
“Don’t do it Viggo,” Orlando growled, his hands on his slender hips trying to look intimidating as he could. But failing miserably in doing so.
“You gonna stop me?” he smirked and put the drink to his lips in a teasing display of a challenge.
Suddenly Orlando moved his body so he was inside of Viggos. Viggo tried to put the glass to his lips and somehow Orlando was moving his hand away from his mouth.
Sean was looking on in disbelief, as his friend was moving like he was possessed by something, or he was a having a seizure as he tried to bring the glass to his mouth, he wasn’t sure which, he looked to his friends nearby and shrugged his shoulders.
Viggo gritted his teeth and put his other hand up to the glass trying to get a better grip and the fluid went flying out of the glass and onto Miranda that was sitting next to Sean.
She screamed in shock as the cold liquid splashed all over the front of her dress.
“Fuck Vig, what the hell are you doing mate?” Sean asked as he picked up the nearest napkin and tried drying his friend off. He watched in confusion as Viggo staggered out of the bar. Once out the door, Orlando stepped back out from inside him.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing?” he yelled at him as he shook with sheer rage.
Orlando smoothed his long curls back off his face, “Trying to save you from your self.” He replied calmly.
“How, by making me look like some kind of freak show?” he yelled. “Just leave me the fuck alone, alright!” he spat as he took off down the road leaving Orlando behind.
“Viggo! Wait up,” he yelled as he started to run after the man trying to catch up with him.
“God, don’t you ever give up!” he cried as he turned around and glared at the other man.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do, I’m so confused about everything.” He said sadly.
Viggo ran his hands through his already messed hair. “God, why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?” he yelled into the night. He dropped himself to sit on the edge of the fountain that was flowing a steady stream of water skywards and cascading down into a soft mist, not caring if he was getting wet in the process. He dropped his head into his hands. “Why?” he asked again, shaking his head. “How much more am I suppose to take?”
Orlando stood there and watched, as Viggo seemed to collapse in front of him. He walked slowly over to the man and sat beside him. “I’m sorry Viggo,” he said quietly. “I didn’t mean to add to your burdens.”
Viggo laughed softly under his breath. “Its okay, its not your fault,” he said shaking his head.
They sat in silence, not sure what to say. “Will you help me Viggo?” he finally asked, turning to face the man.
“What?” he asked as his head popped up out of his hands, looking very confused at the younger man beside him.
“Help me find out who I am,” he said as he looked into the sad, but light blue eyes. “Then maybe, I can be out of your life once and for all, once I know who I am, and if… and if, I am truly dead,” he whispered the last part softly.
“I don’t know Orlando,” he said with a shake of his head. Feeling so weary all of a sudden.
“You have two options,” Orlando said eagerly. “You can help me find out who I am, or… you can just spend the rest of your days talking to someone no one else can see, and everyone will think you’ve gone nuts,” he stated.
Viggo snorted with laughter. The first Orlando had ever heard. And he liked the sound, it was deep, and it was enchanting, and it was slightly manic. “Okay Orli,” he said as he smiled at the younger man next to him.
Orlando glared at him at the use of the nickname but he smiled and stood holding out his hand as he did.
Viggo looked at him and then looked at his hand. It was trembling. He rose slowly and laid it gently against it before it actually would go through it. “Lets go,” he said smiling into the gentle blue eyes. “Lets find out who I am.”
Tbc……..
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