Fic: Beautiful Disaster
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vigorliTitle: Beautiful Disaster
Author: Hallie Kat
Pairing: V/O
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Orlando has a bad day. Not a whole lot to the story, I was having a crappy day a while back and wrote this to try and cheer myself up.
Disclaimer: We all know this never happened, right?
A/N: honey_babes – I’m working on lunch, I promise. Should be done soon. *crosses fingers* The holidays are a horrible time to try and get anything done.
~~~~~~~
“Cut!” the director yelled. “Orlando, why don’t you take a few minutes, then we’ll try this again?”
Feeling his face grow warm, Orlando quickly turned, walking away from the set. Exhausted from filming for nearly 13 hours straight for the eight day in a row, he stumbled over a pile of prop swords, sending them across the floor with a loud clatter.
Already embarrassed from repeatedly flubbing his lines and missing his marks, he knew his face was red. He could feel everyone’s eyes turn towards him as he dropped down and began gathering the swords together, hoping none had been damaged.
“Mr. Bloom,” a prop assistant hurried forward. “I’ll pick it up, don’t worry!”
Not meeting her eyes, he mumbled, “No, it’s alright. I made the mess, I can get clean it up.”
“But Mr. Bloom – your costume!” she fretted. Orlando followed her gaze to the head of the costume department who was frowning at him as he knelt on the floor, still wearing his costume.
“Right,” he sighed. “My costume.” Standing up, he thanked her, then hurriedly exited the soundstage. “Wouldn’t want to damage my costume. Or risk hurting my sensitive knees,” he muttered as he closed his trailer door forcefully behind him. Then he sighed, dropping into his chair, knowing he was being unfair. Just because he was having a bad day didn’t mean he should take it out on others.
Slumping forward, he rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, sighing once more just for the hell of it. Gulping down half a bottle of water, he stretched the kinks out of his back. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a full 20 seconds, mentally preparing himself, then breathed out slowly. Opening his trailer door, he headed back to the set, determined to get the scene right so he could go home and mope.
~~~~~~~
Just before midnight – after filming for another 2 and a half hours – Orlando drug himself off the elevator at the hotel. He was starving but was too tired to eat. Tucking his revised script pages under one arm, he unlocked the hotel room door and pushed it open. As he stepped through, the bundle of pages under his arm caught the edge of the door jam, knocking them loose and sending them sliding to the floor, some sliding out into the hallway.
Orlando just stopped and stared down at the mess before stepping inside his room and letting the door swing closed, not caring bout the pages that crinkled and bunched in the doorway. He toed off his shoes as he glanced around the empty and impersonal hotel room, dark but for the light slipping through the still open door. All day he had looked forward to going ‘home’ and being alone, but now the stillness and quiet seemed to be smothering him. Clenching his jaw tightly, he reminded himself that men do not cry. Still fully dressed, he crawled onto the unmade bed, dragged the covers up to his ears and buried his head between the two pillows.
~~~~~~~
Viggo frowned in concern, then set his duffel bag down to scoop up the scattered pages on the floor. Pushing open the door, he freed the sheets that had been crushed there, then grabbed his bag and slipped inside, letting the door close quietly behind him.
Laying the script on the table by the door, he placed his bag on a chair, sliding his shoes off, leaving them next to the other pair already abandoned on the floor. The dim light filtering through the curtains illuminated a dark mop of hair barely visible above the blankets. Silently stripping down to his boxers, he pulled back the edge of the covers and stared, bemused, at his lover’s fully clothed body.
Orlando woke and watched silently as Viggo carefully undressed him, letting him move his arms and legs as needed to pull the clothing off. When he was done, Viggo slid into bed and curled protectively around Orli.
“Vig, what are you doing here?” Even as he asked, he was threading his legs through Viggo’s and nuzzling his face into the crook of his shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter.” Pressing soft kisses to the top of the dark curly head, Viggo inhaled his lover’s familiar scent. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Orlando mumbled softly. “Just a bad day. Or week. Or something.” He wondered idly how the presence of one person could make everything suddenly seem better. “How long are you here for?”
Hearing the needy undertone in Orli’s voice, Viggo thought ruefully of the return ticket in his coat pocket for the next afternoon and all the appointments he had to be back for. “As long as you need me, sweetheart.” As he slipped off to sleep, he made a mental note to call his publicist and have everything rescheduled or canceled.
The End.
Author: Hallie Kat
Pairing: V/O
Rating: PG-13 for language
Summary: Orlando has a bad day. Not a whole lot to the story, I was having a crappy day a while back and wrote this to try and cheer myself up.
Disclaimer: We all know this never happened, right?
A/N: honey_babes – I’m working on lunch, I promise. Should be done soon. *crosses fingers* The holidays are a horrible time to try and get anything done.
~~~~~~~
“Cut!” the director yelled. “Orlando, why don’t you take a few minutes, then we’ll try this again?”
Feeling his face grow warm, Orlando quickly turned, walking away from the set. Exhausted from filming for nearly 13 hours straight for the eight day in a row, he stumbled over a pile of prop swords, sending them across the floor with a loud clatter.
Already embarrassed from repeatedly flubbing his lines and missing his marks, he knew his face was red. He could feel everyone’s eyes turn towards him as he dropped down and began gathering the swords together, hoping none had been damaged.
“Mr. Bloom,” a prop assistant hurried forward. “I’ll pick it up, don’t worry!”
Not meeting her eyes, he mumbled, “No, it’s alright. I made the mess, I can get clean it up.”
“But Mr. Bloom – your costume!” she fretted. Orlando followed her gaze to the head of the costume department who was frowning at him as he knelt on the floor, still wearing his costume.
“Right,” he sighed. “My costume.” Standing up, he thanked her, then hurriedly exited the soundstage. “Wouldn’t want to damage my costume. Or risk hurting my sensitive knees,” he muttered as he closed his trailer door forcefully behind him. Then he sighed, dropping into his chair, knowing he was being unfair. Just because he was having a bad day didn’t mean he should take it out on others.
Slumping forward, he rubbed at his eyes with the heels of his hands, sighing once more just for the hell of it. Gulping down half a bottle of water, he stretched the kinks out of his back. Taking a deep breath, he held it for a full 20 seconds, mentally preparing himself, then breathed out slowly. Opening his trailer door, he headed back to the set, determined to get the scene right so he could go home and mope.
~~~~~~~
Just before midnight – after filming for another 2 and a half hours – Orlando drug himself off the elevator at the hotel. He was starving but was too tired to eat. Tucking his revised script pages under one arm, he unlocked the hotel room door and pushed it open. As he stepped through, the bundle of pages under his arm caught the edge of the door jam, knocking them loose and sending them sliding to the floor, some sliding out into the hallway.
Orlando just stopped and stared down at the mess before stepping inside his room and letting the door swing closed, not caring bout the pages that crinkled and bunched in the doorway. He toed off his shoes as he glanced around the empty and impersonal hotel room, dark but for the light slipping through the still open door. All day he had looked forward to going ‘home’ and being alone, but now the stillness and quiet seemed to be smothering him. Clenching his jaw tightly, he reminded himself that men do not cry. Still fully dressed, he crawled onto the unmade bed, dragged the covers up to his ears and buried his head between the two pillows.
~~~~~~~
Viggo frowned in concern, then set his duffel bag down to scoop up the scattered pages on the floor. Pushing open the door, he freed the sheets that had been crushed there, then grabbed his bag and slipped inside, letting the door close quietly behind him.
Laying the script on the table by the door, he placed his bag on a chair, sliding his shoes off, leaving them next to the other pair already abandoned on the floor. The dim light filtering through the curtains illuminated a dark mop of hair barely visible above the blankets. Silently stripping down to his boxers, he pulled back the edge of the covers and stared, bemused, at his lover’s fully clothed body.
Orlando woke and watched silently as Viggo carefully undressed him, letting him move his arms and legs as needed to pull the clothing off. When he was done, Viggo slid into bed and curled protectively around Orli.
“Vig, what are you doing here?” Even as he asked, he was threading his legs through Viggo’s and nuzzling his face into the crook of his shoulder.
“Doesn’t matter.” Pressing soft kisses to the top of the dark curly head, Viggo inhaled his lover’s familiar scent. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Orlando mumbled softly. “Just a bad day. Or week. Or something.” He wondered idly how the presence of one person could make everything suddenly seem better. “How long are you here for?”
Hearing the needy undertone in Orli’s voice, Viggo thought ruefully of the return ticket in his coat pocket for the next afternoon and all the appointments he had to be back for. “As long as you need me, sweetheart.” As he slipped off to sleep, he made a mental note to call his publicist and have everything rescheduled or canceled.
The End.
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