vigorli

TITLE: The blue moment
AUTHOR:

obvmluver
PAIRING: Vig/Orli
SUMMARY: Just a blue moment in time.
WARNINGS: None, really
DISCLAIMER: This is just a silly little thing my mind made up. All mistakes are my own. I don't know the guys or the dog and I definitely don't get anything out of this.

You sit in the beige recliner in the living room your mind in the script in your hands. The sight is so endearing: your face shows full concentration and your pose is almost childlike when you’ve pulled your long legs under you.

I leave the coffee machine on as I walk out on our porch, letting Sidi out to run. I sit down on the worn out couch we have right there under the roof. It makes a creaking sound and wails miserably as I search for a good position on it.

I stare into the nature opening in front of me. The slopes and hills are slowly covered up in transparent mist and their green color is replaced by different shades of blue. I’ve always found it somehow magical, thought it to be the only way to experience thousands of different hues at the same time. It was the same moment of night I met Orlando for the first time. That probably explains why I’ve kept the blue moment near my heart ever since I left Middle-Earth behind. It holds an important meaning. To an outsider it may seem corny or clichéd. Sure, I can understand that. And years ago I would have thought the same if I hadn’t met him. He changed everything. Clichés suddenly seemed emotional, overused things had a deeper meaning.

I am pulled back to reality as the porch light is turned off and I’m plundered into darkness. Shades of blue surround me again. I turn my head towards the door. Orlando leans against the doorframe holding two mugs of coffee in his hands. He comes to me, sets the mugs on the table nearby, lifts my feet up and sinks on the couch. “Walking down the memory lane?” he asks softly handing me my coffee mug and starting to massage my bare feet. “Yeah, sort of.” Silence covers us then. Orlando smiles at the same memory. “I wouldn’t change a thing.” he tells me before sipping his coffee. I wouldn’t change a thing either.

Life hasn’t always been easy for us, especially 2005. We were forced to come out that year, in the summer. Media was cruel. It hurt me to see how it nearly broke Orlando. People attacked him like hounds accusing him of betraying them, for breaking their candy like idea of the Hollywood Golden Boy. Interviewers kept asking him hurtful things and Orlando asked time and time again why it was forbidden to love, that he would never fall in love with gender. It was Orlando himself who cut the wings once and for all. He once told the media he felt blessed to have found someone who wouldn’t love him because of his status or money. He told them I loved him because I knew the real Orlando, not just the image in posters. That’s exactly how it is.

The sky is now a faint reminder of turquoise, the blue moment gone. I pull Orlando closer and he stops massaging my feet. He starts to look like a black and white photograph as the blue shades slowly diminish into the air. Orlando nuzzles my cheek before pressing a soft peck near my ear and lays his head on my shoulder.

I am happy where we are today. Acceptance is still what we are after but there’s light at the end of the tunnel. It’s enough I know I have Orlando to come home to. It’s enough I have someone to rant and rave about movie business when I feel like it’s taking its toll on me. We don’t fit in the conservative American picture.

And, heck, that’s how I want it to be.

POST SCRIPTUM: Constructive feedback would be very much appreciated. Just don't be too hard on me, yeah?