Out of the Darkness...Light (Prologue/?)
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vigorliTitle: Out of the Darkness...Light (Prologue/?)
Author: DS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando undergoes a terrible, life-shattering experience, but will
find a light at the end of the tunnel
Warnings: Mentions of rape and violence; extreme emotional suffering
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the
plot is mine.
Feedback: I'd love to hear what you think.
Note: I originally began writing and posting this story several years ago,
but was sidetracked by real life and had to put the story on the shelf. I'm
back now and want to finish it, so I'm going to post it once again. I'm
starting at the beginning, for those who missed it the first time:)
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Orlando Bloom was late and Peter Jackson was not happy. Of
course, it was Monday and didn't Monday mornings always start badly? That
was Viggo's opinion, anyway and he was sticking to it.
Viggo was curious, though, if not a little perturbed. He,
Beanie, John and Ian had been prepared to hold their weekly poker game the
previous night and Orlando, being Orlando, had convinced them to let him be
the fourth player. It didn't matter that he had not the faintest idea how
to play poker; no, that wasn't an obstacle to the spirited young man. Games
could be learned, couldn't they? Everyone had to start somewhere, didn't
they? That was Orli's motto and no one could convince him otherwise. So,
schedules had been rearranged, they'd asked John if he'd mind Orlando taking
his place that week, and snacks had been bought. Well, they always bought
snacks, but Viggo put more thought into it this week because Orlando was
going to be there. He figured the young man would want more than the peanuts
favored by the geriatric set. For some unidentifiable reason, he wanted
the young man to feel comfortable and enjoy himself so, not knowing exactly
what he'd like to eat, the older man had grabbed nearly one of everything
off the shelf at the local grocery. Which explained why his kitchen table
was piled with bags and cans of junk food when the others arrived.
Nodding his head towards the teetering stack of fat and
calories, Sean Bean merely arched his eyebrows and waited for an answer.
Viggo shrugged and shook his head. It was Ian, in his forthright manner,
who got an answer out of him.
"What in mercy's name is all this? Were they sold out of
peanuts?"
And then, after exiling John from the game and spending a year's
beer money on snack food, the kid hadn't come. He hadn't even called to
tell them he wasn't coming; he just never showed. Not a word. Not a call.
Nothing.
"Just like the younger generation. They don't give a thought to
anyone but themselves. No manners." This was Ian.
"Maybe he got a better offer." Sean's two-cents.
"Let's play." That was Viggo's response. "Let's play the
game." And so they did. He didn't understand it, but for some strange
reason he was actually hurt that the younger man hadn't even bothered
himself to give him a call, letting him know he wouldn't be there. Though
he wouldn't admit it, even to himself, he was hurt by the boy's actions. He
didn't know why and didn't fully comprehend it, but there it was. His
feelings were hurt. As he joined the others at the table and began dealing
the cards, Viggo hardened himself to the feelings warring inside and decided
that the next time Orlando Bloom asked to join him in anything, he could
just keep asking
Author: DS
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Orlando undergoes a terrible, life-shattering experience, but will
find a light at the end of the tunnel
Warnings: Mentions of rape and violence; extreme emotional suffering
Disclaimer: I have no affiliations with any of the actors, only the
plot is mine.
Feedback: I'd love to hear what you think.
Note: I originally began writing and posting this story several years ago,
but was sidetracked by real life and had to put the story on the shelf. I'm
back now and want to finish it, so I'm going to post it once again. I'm
starting at the beginning, for those who missed it the first time:)
<lj-cut text="Read more">
Orlando Bloom was late and Peter Jackson was not happy. Of
course, it was Monday and didn't Monday mornings always start badly? That
was Viggo's opinion, anyway and he was sticking to it.
Viggo was curious, though, if not a little perturbed. He,
Beanie, John and Ian had been prepared to hold their weekly poker game the
previous night and Orlando, being Orlando, had convinced them to let him be
the fourth player. It didn't matter that he had not the faintest idea how
to play poker; no, that wasn't an obstacle to the spirited young man. Games
could be learned, couldn't they? Everyone had to start somewhere, didn't
they? That was Orli's motto and no one could convince him otherwise. So,
schedules had been rearranged, they'd asked John if he'd mind Orlando taking
his place that week, and snacks had been bought. Well, they always bought
snacks, but Viggo put more thought into it this week because Orlando was
going to be there. He figured the young man would want more than the peanuts
favored by the geriatric set. For some unidentifiable reason, he wanted
the young man to feel comfortable and enjoy himself so, not knowing exactly
what he'd like to eat, the older man had grabbed nearly one of everything
off the shelf at the local grocery. Which explained why his kitchen table
was piled with bags and cans of junk food when the others arrived.
Nodding his head towards the teetering stack of fat and
calories, Sean Bean merely arched his eyebrows and waited for an answer.
Viggo shrugged and shook his head. It was Ian, in his forthright manner,
who got an answer out of him.
"What in mercy's name is all this? Were they sold out of
peanuts?"
And then, after exiling John from the game and spending a year's
beer money on snack food, the kid hadn't come. He hadn't even called to
tell them he wasn't coming; he just never showed. Not a word. Not a call.
Nothing.
"Just like the younger generation. They don't give a thought to
anyone but themselves. No manners." This was Ian.
"Maybe he got a better offer." Sean's two-cents.
"Let's play." That was Viggo's response. "Let's play the
game." And so they did. He didn't understand it, but for some strange
reason he was actually hurt that the younger man hadn't even bothered
himself to give him a call, letting him know he wouldn't be there. Though
he wouldn't admit it, even to himself, he was hurt by the boy's actions. He
didn't know why and didn't fully comprehend it, but there it was. His
feelings were hurt. As he joined the others at the table and began dealing
the cards, Viggo hardened himself to the feelings warring inside and decided
that the next time Orlando Bloom asked to join him in anything, he could
just keep asking
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