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Advent 2025: Scenes from a London Adventure (VigOrli)
Dec. 1st, 2025 09:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ranmaru_fics So, a while back I said I was going to write something VigOrli for a fic advent, while also writing an MCR-related fic for a Secret Santa exchange. That exchange fic is way way way longer than it needs to be, but I just keep typing. It's...9:42pm and I'm just realizing that I never did write down anything for the VigOrli advent.
I thought, why not something quick, unbeta'd, and unresearched based on my recent trip to London where my mother and I met up withlaura_iskra , gattodoro , and silvan_lady ?
Each day will be something like 100 words or maybe just a few lines, I don't know. And I have no idea where the boys will take me. Let's say it's present time, both are in between movies or projects, and they're swinging singles in the city.
And away we go!
December 1st
"What are you wearing?"
"Apparently too many clothes for this kind of conversation." Orlando plucked at his scarf, let it flop back to rest on the thick, navy fleece jacket he really didn't feel should be necessary this early in December. Viggo's voice sounded warm and close and it had been too long since they'd actually spoken on the phone rather than swapping texts or weird memes that Orlando was pretty sure were originally from Henry but tickled Viggo enough to pass along.
"Maybe, but you look very soft."
Orlando blinked. "What?"
***
I thought, why not something quick, unbeta'd, and unresearched based on my recent trip to London where my mother and I met up with
laura_iskra , gattodoro , and silvan_lady ? Each day will be something like 100 words or maybe just a few lines, I don't know. And I have no idea where the boys will take me. Let's say it's present time, both are in between movies or projects, and they're swinging singles in the city.
And away we go!
December 1st
"What are you wearing?"
"Apparently too many clothes for this kind of conversation." Orlando plucked at his scarf, let it flop back to rest on the thick, navy fleece jacket he really didn't feel should be necessary this early in December. Viggo's voice sounded warm and close and it had been too long since they'd actually spoken on the phone rather than swapping texts or weird memes that Orlando was pretty sure were originally from Henry but tickled Viggo enough to pass along.
"Maybe, but you look very soft."
Orlando blinked. "What?"
***
