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vigorliTitle: A visit to London
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Pairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13, I think
Warnings: Don’t have any, methinks
Summary: Viggo has received the letter.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to hurt anyone nor am I making any profit with this. All mistakes there might be are my own.
Previous part:Sadness
Viggo entered the empty make-up trailer with a sigh. Finally the day was over for him. He sat down onto his seat and briefly closed his eyes. He was startled awake some minutes later by a dream that had haunted him for weeks ever since he attended Dom’s party. Viggo’s eyes shot to his mirror in search of Orlando’s face in it but found the tiny picture was covered with a neatly folded letter. There was his name written on it clearly scribbled in haste.
He opened the folds carefully fearing what he might see. Viggo knew who had written it. He’d recognize the exquisite handwriting anywhere. He was surprised to see a short letter inside it. And Viggo reliazed it was a leaf from his own notebook. Then he began to read.
The words Orlando had woven into it brought silent tears to his eyes. But he had to chuckle, through the tears, at the mention of babbling. Yes, Orlando had written it. He made a soft sound in his throat as he read the last sentences: “To have at least some kind of a conclusion to this aimless stream of letters...I have to say...that I fell in love with you, long ago. Yeah.”.
For the remaining days Viggo fought hard to give his best shot to every single thing Aragorn did and when he was in his apartment, alone, he could feel the sense of loss. It was nearly palpable. He knew then he couldn’t just brush things off claiming nothing ever happened.
The kiss they had shared had altered everything. It had changed the course their thoughts followed or what their emotions were. Besides, Viggo had come to care for the crazy young man far more than he should. And there was nothing he could do about it. He had never experienced anything like that before. Of course there was the fact that he had never felt anything for another man. It was hard to accept now it had happened. Or that’s what he tried to convince himself of. He knew in his heart he already had accepted it.
~*~
Orlando had just come out of the shower and put his favourite yellow t-shirt and fresh boxers on when his doorbell rang. He opened the door his hair still wet.
“Viggo?”
“Hey. May I come in?” Viggo looked a little apologetic.
“Oh, bugger. Of course.”Orlando stepped aside to let a drenched Viggo in.
“What are you doing here?” Orlando asked still somewhat surprised.
Viggo took a letter from his jacket pocket before Orlando hung it to dry and waved it in the air.
“Oh...that.” The words came out almost too quiet for Viggo to hear them.
“You want anything?” Orlando asked nervously nibbling his lower lip.
“You...sitting on your couch.” Viggo answered warmly.
“Okay...” Orlando sat down and ran his fingers through his damp hair.
“I came here because I felt like I had to... and I wanted to see you above everything.” Viggo said as he shivered a little.
“Vig...I think you should remove the wet clothes. I’m sure I could find something dry for you to put on, something that’ll fit.”
“I’d like that.”
Orlando was like a flash of yellow color as he practically ran past Viggo. Viggo looked around the relatively small apartment. It was filled with beautiful sculptures of various topics. But what caught Viggo’s perceptive eyes was a pair of hands aligned much the same way as Orlando’s hand had aligned with his while shooting. The size was really lifelike.
“It’s called The unity of souls...” Orlando whispered making Viggo turn around.
“I thought you’d like-“ Orlando gulped under the intense gaze.
“To know.”
“When have you made this?” Viggo asked turning back to the hands.
“About a month ago, I guess. Might be longer. Why?”
“No real reason. I’m just amazed every time I see something beautiful. You clearly know how to do these things.”
Orlando placed the clothes on the couch slumping down next to them with a sigh and a shrug.
~*~
It didn’t take long for Viggo to return back from the bathroom in the clothes Orlando had lent.
“You ready to listen now?”
“Yeah. I’m just scared to hear, that’s all.”
“First of all I’d like to start by saying that these words you wrote down made me cry. The words and emotions between the lines even more. Since that night at Dom’s, I haven’t been myself, or I have been, yes, but something had changed. I have never felt this way for a man before, these feelings beyond friendship. You were more courageous that night, than me, Orli. You were able to banish the ‘what ifs’ and just kiss me. That is the moment that changed me. For the better. And even though we didn’t approach the subject that often I still knew you had caught me. You stole my heart and my soul. And... if you don’t already know... I let you have them. I love you, Orli. That’s all I can say really, without starting to sound like an idiot. The whole world is in front of you, your career facing the dawn when mine has already found its daylight or afternoon. Are you sure you are ready for any of this? I mean there’s so much at stake here, your career...”
“Our hearts.” Orlando added quickly.
“Our hearts are at stake here. If we decide to try to forget we’ve ever felt anything, then we’ll be miserable for the rest of our lives. Things would settle for both or us in the end. We would find someone to love but there is no guarantee they’d be those who’d make us happy and content, love us for who we are. I believe, if I trust my feelings at all, I’ve already found my so called “true love” as badly clichéd as that is but it’s the truth. The emotions might never be the same with anyone else.” Orlando said staring at his knees and playing with his fingers.
Viggo had to stop them. “I’m ready. And sure if you are, Orli.”
Orlando closed his eyes and fought against the rollercoaster of emotions. He didn’t trust his voice anymore so he nodded, leaned forward a little and stared at their now entwined hands. Viggo couldn’t take it anymore. Those lips he saw had haunted his thoughts and dreams too long. He leaned forward touching Orlando’s face with his nose and nudged him making him lift his head up a little. 'Oh' was the last thing he managed to whisper before he captured the soft lips. This time the kiss was passionate and loving, so different from the first. Now they had their permission to pour out all the emotions bottled deep inside, to start planning a future for themselves. Together.
Author:
obvmluverPairing: Viggo/Orlando
Rating: PG-13, I think
Warnings: Don’t have any, methinks
Summary: Viggo has received the letter.
Disclaimer: This is not intended to hurt anyone nor am I making any profit with this. All mistakes there might be are my own.
Previous part:Sadness
Viggo entered the empty make-up trailer with a sigh. Finally the day was over for him. He sat down onto his seat and briefly closed his eyes. He was startled awake some minutes later by a dream that had haunted him for weeks ever since he attended Dom’s party. Viggo’s eyes shot to his mirror in search of Orlando’s face in it but found the tiny picture was covered with a neatly folded letter. There was his name written on it clearly scribbled in haste.
He opened the folds carefully fearing what he might see. Viggo knew who had written it. He’d recognize the exquisite handwriting anywhere. He was surprised to see a short letter inside it. And Viggo reliazed it was a leaf from his own notebook. Then he began to read.
The words Orlando had woven into it brought silent tears to his eyes. But he had to chuckle, through the tears, at the mention of babbling. Yes, Orlando had written it. He made a soft sound in his throat as he read the last sentences: “To have at least some kind of a conclusion to this aimless stream of letters...I have to say...that I fell in love with you, long ago. Yeah.”.
For the remaining days Viggo fought hard to give his best shot to every single thing Aragorn did and when he was in his apartment, alone, he could feel the sense of loss. It was nearly palpable. He knew then he couldn’t just brush things off claiming nothing ever happened.
The kiss they had shared had altered everything. It had changed the course their thoughts followed or what their emotions were. Besides, Viggo had come to care for the crazy young man far more than he should. And there was nothing he could do about it. He had never experienced anything like that before. Of course there was the fact that he had never felt anything for another man. It was hard to accept now it had happened. Or that’s what he tried to convince himself of. He knew in his heart he already had accepted it.
~*~
Orlando had just come out of the shower and put his favourite yellow t-shirt and fresh boxers on when his doorbell rang. He opened the door his hair still wet.
“Viggo?”
“Hey. May I come in?” Viggo looked a little apologetic.
“Oh, bugger. Of course.”Orlando stepped aside to let a drenched Viggo in.
“What are you doing here?” Orlando asked still somewhat surprised.
Viggo took a letter from his jacket pocket before Orlando hung it to dry and waved it in the air.
“Oh...that.” The words came out almost too quiet for Viggo to hear them.
“You want anything?” Orlando asked nervously nibbling his lower lip.
“You...sitting on your couch.” Viggo answered warmly.
“Okay...” Orlando sat down and ran his fingers through his damp hair.
“I came here because I felt like I had to... and I wanted to see you above everything.” Viggo said as he shivered a little.
“Vig...I think you should remove the wet clothes. I’m sure I could find something dry for you to put on, something that’ll fit.”
“I’d like that.”
Orlando was like a flash of yellow color as he practically ran past Viggo. Viggo looked around the relatively small apartment. It was filled with beautiful sculptures of various topics. But what caught Viggo’s perceptive eyes was a pair of hands aligned much the same way as Orlando’s hand had aligned with his while shooting. The size was really lifelike.
“It’s called The unity of souls...” Orlando whispered making Viggo turn around.
“I thought you’d like-“ Orlando gulped under the intense gaze.
“To know.”
“When have you made this?” Viggo asked turning back to the hands.
“About a month ago, I guess. Might be longer. Why?”
“No real reason. I’m just amazed every time I see something beautiful. You clearly know how to do these things.”
Orlando placed the clothes on the couch slumping down next to them with a sigh and a shrug.
~*~
It didn’t take long for Viggo to return back from the bathroom in the clothes Orlando had lent.
“You ready to listen now?”
“Yeah. I’m just scared to hear, that’s all.”
“First of all I’d like to start by saying that these words you wrote down made me cry. The words and emotions between the lines even more. Since that night at Dom’s, I haven’t been myself, or I have been, yes, but something had changed. I have never felt this way for a man before, these feelings beyond friendship. You were more courageous that night, than me, Orli. You were able to banish the ‘what ifs’ and just kiss me. That is the moment that changed me. For the better. And even though we didn’t approach the subject that often I still knew you had caught me. You stole my heart and my soul. And... if you don’t already know... I let you have them. I love you, Orli. That’s all I can say really, without starting to sound like an idiot. The whole world is in front of you, your career facing the dawn when mine has already found its daylight or afternoon. Are you sure you are ready for any of this? I mean there’s so much at stake here, your career...”
“Our hearts.” Orlando added quickly.
“Our hearts are at stake here. If we decide to try to forget we’ve ever felt anything, then we’ll be miserable for the rest of our lives. Things would settle for both or us in the end. We would find someone to love but there is no guarantee they’d be those who’d make us happy and content, love us for who we are. I believe, if I trust my feelings at all, I’ve already found my so called “true love” as badly clichéd as that is but it’s the truth. The emotions might never be the same with anyone else.” Orlando said staring at his knees and playing with his fingers.
Viggo had to stop them. “I’m ready. And sure if you are, Orli.”
Orlando closed his eyes and fought against the rollercoaster of emotions. He didn’t trust his voice anymore so he nodded, leaned forward a little and stared at their now entwined hands. Viggo couldn’t take it anymore. Those lips he saw had haunted his thoughts and dreams too long. He leaned forward touching Orlando’s face with his nose and nudged him making him lift his head up a little. 'Oh' was the last thing he managed to whisper before he captured the soft lips. This time the kiss was passionate and loving, so different from the first. Now they had their permission to pour out all the emotions bottled deep inside, to start planning a future for themselves. Together.
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