The Week of Angst continues...
Summary: Orli gets a call from Viggo.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, just playing.
Orlando was enjoying a glass of water after his morning run when his cell phone rang. He carried the glass with him to the livingroom and snatched up the phone from the end table where he’d left it the night before after his conversation with Kate. He didn’t bother looking to see who was calling since he figured it was Ridley Scott with another “friendly warning” about a script change. Orli had begun to think that Ridley was a close friend of Peter Jackson’s for all of the script changes they’d gone through lately.
“I’m going to stop memorizing my lines if you change the script one more time,” he said in lieu of a traditional greeting.
“I suppose it’s a good thing I’m not writing the script then,” said an achingly familiar voice. Orlando almost dropped the glass. He set it on the table, noting how his hand was shaking, before sitting on the couch.
“Viggo?”
“Hey elf.”
Orlando shuddered, shocked at how suddenly close he was to tears. Would it always be like that? He gave a huff of breath that was a cross between a laugh and a sob. “Filthy human,” he whispered. He lay sideways on the couch, pulling his legs up and curling in, free hand gripping the edge of the cushion.
“Did I wake you?” Viggo asked softly.
“No.”
“I’d like to mail you my latest book.”
Orlando smiled and the room blurred so he closed his eyes. “What’s it called?”
“”The Horse Is Good”.”
Orli chuckled. “Sounds very much like you.”
“No poetry to decipher. Just photographs of horses.”
Orlando gave Viggo the address to his temporary home. “Use the name David Shaw.”
“David Shaw?” Viggo was quiet and Orlando could picture the surprised/confused/sad look on his friend’s face so easily despite that it had been over a year since they’d last seen each other. He’d wondered what Viggo would say if he knew Orli had taken to using the names of Viggo’s characters to keep himself relatively anonymous while filming.
“I finally watched “A Perfect Murder.” I liked it.”
“I see.”
Orli shifted to lie on his back and when he opened his eyes, tears slid down his temples and into his hair but he no longer felt the need to cry. “Marton Csokas is here. He asked about you.”
“What did you say?”
“That you had been too busy to contact me. He’s looking forward to seeing “Hidalgo”.”
“Will you see it?”
“When it’s on DVD,” Orlando answered honestly, since his face made it next to impossible to do many things in public without someone taking pictures or asking for an autograph. After they’d broken up, Orlando had made it a point to avoid all movies with Viggo in them, even going so far as to throw out the ones he’d had. It hadn’t been until he’d spoken with Viggo while filming “Troy” that he’d realized he’d needed some kind of connection to his former lover, even if it was only through watching Viggo’s movies. He now had all that were available on DVD and was considering buying a VCR so he could get the rest. He never watched them with Kate after the first disastrous time. He was probably the only person on earth who ever got teary-eyed over the “Psycho” remake.
He hadn’t told Kate about his relationship with Viggo. He loved Kate but some things he had to keep to himself. He was also unsure of what her reaction would be to finding out her lover’s former lover was a man. The comparisons, the questions. He couldn’t even try to imagine how a conversation like that would go, and he was afraid he’d reveal more about his feelings for Viggo than he would ever want to. But that was then, and now he loved Kate. That was the way it had to be.
“You’re on a horse pretty much the entire movie, aren’t you?” he asked the older man, remembering how awed he’d been when watching Viggo ride during Rings. Graceful and powerful, Orlando couldn’t imagine a movie quite as suited to Viggo than “Hidalgo” from what he’d read of it.
“Yes.”
Orlando smiled. “You must have been very happy.”
“I was. I have TJ, the main horse who played Hidalgo, in the stables right now.”
It was so perfectly Viggo that Orlando had to laugh. “If you keep buying the horses from your films you’ll need a bigger farm!”
“I won’t be riding a horse in the next one.”
“Going to tell me what it’s about?”
“No.”
Orli sat up and scrubbed his hand through his hair and wished quite desperately for a cigarette. Viggo wasn’t allowing Orli to read him and that was making the Brit a little uncomfortable. “I’ll let you know what I think of the book.”
“I’ll be on location.”
“Then make sure you include the address.”
“Goodbye elf.”
Orlando sighed when the line was disconnected. He sat up and reached for his water, his hand slipping slightly on the condensation dripping down the sides. The glass had left a ring on the wood.
One week later the package arrived. There was no note and no forwarding address.
The End
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Date: 2007-09-05 12:37 pm (UTC)too sad, too angsty.
VERY well done.
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Date: 2007-09-05 01:50 pm (UTC)happiness? :'(
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Date: 2007-09-05 02:44 pm (UTC)Viggo is somehow so frigging cute when he's trying hard to protect himself from hurting, without any success. It makes me feel that I have to fly to him, use handcuffs I own (not!) and then tie him to me. Then we'll look for Orlando, I'll switch the places with him, tie him to Viggo and make them talk some sense into each other... And of course I'll conveniently lose the key until they've made up....and out. Teehee. Thank you again, ranmaru.
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Date: 2007-09-05 08:17 pm (UTC)Damn I love your angsty stuff! It's so...so....angsty! LOL!
Thanks for sharing, huggies!! LOVEZZZZ!!!
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Date: 2007-09-05 11:27 pm (UTC)great job! i'm loving this!
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Date: 2007-09-06 01:14 am (UTC)tears slid down his temples and into his hair
That little detail made the whole thing real...
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Date: 2007-09-06 06:59 am (UTC)Cheers and thanks.
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