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Title: Dear Valentine
Author: zahra
Pairing: OB/VM
Disclaimer: Did not ever happen as far as I know.
Notes: Yet another groovy icon courtesy of
untitled06
Dedicated to
impudent_rabbit and
ethrosdemon
2000 went like this:
Valentine’s Day had never been Orlando’s thing, but the hobbits, at least two of them, insisted that it was as important as St. Patrick’s Day, albeit with less alcohol involved.
Orli wasn’t so sure, but anything was worth a go. He simply had no idea how to go about the means he wanted to achieve. So rather than perhaps asking for help, or even alluding to the fact that he had someone in mind, he drank himself shitless down at the pub and went home alone to ring Atti and whinge about the man he couldn’t have.
2001 was a bit different.
Orli watched and listened as Sean planned the flowers and candy for his wife. He paid special attention to Peter making the reservations for his dinner with Fran. He even dropped a few eaves on Ian’s extremely dirty conversation with Nick.
Dom and Billy were conspicuously quiet about their plans which told Orlando all he needed to know.
He decided that none of these ideas were the correct course of action.
Orli thought about cooking and wooing, a word he had obviously picked up from hanging out his intended target.
In the end , however, he decided that Viggo was a man who preferred gifts that required thought.
So Orli constructed a ramshackle heart from twigs and leaves and lots of other things that he found outside his trailer. He thought about painting it red and pink, but that was a bit much even with his eclectic tastes. It was enough for him that he was trying.
On Valentine’s Day, Orlando gave this nature-driven heart to Viggo and nearly pissed himself when Viggo didn’t say anything. That’s until Viggo smiled at him and presented him with a photograph that he said he wanted to get framed so he could have Orlando around all the time.
Author: zahra
Pairing: OB/VM
Disclaimer: Did not ever happen as far as I know.
Notes: Yet another groovy icon courtesy of
Dedicated to
2000 went like this:
Valentine’s Day had never been Orlando’s thing, but the hobbits, at least two of them, insisted that it was as important as St. Patrick’s Day, albeit with less alcohol involved.
Orli wasn’t so sure, but anything was worth a go. He simply had no idea how to go about the means he wanted to achieve. So rather than perhaps asking for help, or even alluding to the fact that he had someone in mind, he drank himself shitless down at the pub and went home alone to ring Atti and whinge about the man he couldn’t have.
2001 was a bit different.
Orli watched and listened as Sean planned the flowers and candy for his wife. He paid special attention to Peter making the reservations for his dinner with Fran. He even dropped a few eaves on Ian’s extremely dirty conversation with Nick.
Dom and Billy were conspicuously quiet about their plans which told Orlando all he needed to know.
He decided that none of these ideas were the correct course of action.
Orli thought about cooking and wooing, a word he had obviously picked up from hanging out his intended target.
In the end , however, he decided that Viggo was a man who preferred gifts that required thought.
So Orli constructed a ramshackle heart from twigs and leaves and lots of other things that he found outside his trailer. He thought about painting it red and pink, but that was a bit much even with his eclectic tastes. It was enough for him that he was trying.
On Valentine’s Day, Orlando gave this nature-driven heart to Viggo and nearly pissed himself when Viggo didn’t say anything. That’s until Viggo smiled at him and presented him with a photograph that he said he wanted to get framed so he could have Orlando around all the time.

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