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I Tried to Forget (And Failed Miserably) 2/16
Title: I Tried to Forget (and Failed Miserably)
Chapter: 2 of 16
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mjjgoddess
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo, Billy/Elijah's Mind
Rating: Overall R for language and a few situations
Beta:aire_blair *lovesquish*
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't pretend to own it. (Actually, I do, but that's another story)
Feedback: Would be so fantastic. *pushes glasses up nose* Dommeah suckers to those who respond. :)
Notes: Sequel to "...Do You Remember?", which ended in June. Need a refesher? Well, then...
Archive: They're all over here, just for your viewing pleasure. :)
Summary: The memories linger on... in more ways than one.
After everyone left, Elijah sat at home, TV off, curtains drawn, lights out, every room pitch black. His heart raced as he thought, his eyes darting about as if expecting some local murderer/rapest of the neighborhood to come bursting in, knife raised threateningly towards him. Elijah took a shuddery breath and sighed, snippets of conversations echoing through his mind...
" - freezers?"
" - move in!"
"You lie."
"Elijah"
"He said"
"Alive enough"
"Check - "
"Guess what - "
"To me"
"Can't believe - "
"He said - "
" - you imagined it."
"FUCK," Elijah muttered, sitting up and going into the bathroom. Once there, he looked at himself in the mirror...and hated who he saw.
Blue eyes that once held energy were now tinged with red, the loss of his usual spark noticible. A mouth that once was held upright in a cheeky grin sagged and seemed to convey the torture of the spirit within. There were even lines around his eyes and forehead, much too soon for a twenty-something.
"Elijah, you're going fucking mad," he told himself out loud.
The phone rang. He dragged himself to it.
"First sign you're crazy is talking to yourself."
"What - ?!"
"Hey, it's Viggo!"
"Viggo?" Elijah turned around to check the time. 1:07am. "What - what'd you say before?"
"What? Oh - nothing."
"Well, then...what'd you call me for?"
"Oh, just - someone to talk to." There was the sound of someone shifting around a little, then a soft murmur that could've been Orlando. "So how've you been doing? You seemed - kinda distant this afternoon."
"Oh, well - I was just surprised to see you back...so soon..."
"What, yoo'd want me awa' longer, ya wee bairn?"
A sudden pause. "...What'd you just call me?"
"Oh - that. It's from...some distant African country. I picked it up there."
"Uh-huh."
"Really."
"Sure...Vig."
"So how've you been doing, Lij?"
"You called to ask me this at one in the morning?"
"...Yeah..."
Silence for a moment.
"So then how are you?"
"...Why did you really call me, Vig?"
"I thought I just told you."
Elijah sighed tiredly. The day's events began to catch up to him, and his body ached for rest.
"Look, I'm fine, Vig. Really. And - no more late night phone calls, a'right? Let's stick between ten in the morning and ten at night., mmkay?"
"But - "
"Good night, Viggo."
There was a pause...then a whisper. "Ye hae nae idea whit yoo're dealin' wi'."
I know that voice...
"Billy?"
Click.
"Oh, shit..." he muttered, freaking out once more. Another night's sleep lost, now he was more concerned with someone much more closer to "Viggo" - in terms of proximity at least.
*****
Viggo hung up quickly, his heart pounding furiously in this ears. Despite it, though, he still felt strangely calm - the eye of the storm, so to speak. Leaning over, he brushed some hair off of Orlando's face and kissed him. He smiled and responded, as always, whispering,
"Hey. 'Sit morning?"
"'Fraid not, sweetie. Listen, uhm...I've got something to tell you."
Orlando sat up a little straighter, bare chest gleaming in the moonlight. "Why? What's wrong?"
Viggo sighed and shook his head a little. "It's...it's Elijah. I'm really worried about him."
"Elijah? Why would he - "
"Well, you know, that whole...thing with Dominic, and Liv, and everything. He's not really stable, and...I'm just afraid. You saw how he looked at me, how he was acting towards me. He might do something to me, Orlando!"
"Vig, you're not five years old. You're twenty years older than him. And this is ELIJAH we're talking about. It's not Billy or - "
Orlando stopped talking, then snuggled down into the sheets again, absent-mindedly stroking his right hand...where the scars were. Viggo took his hand and held it.
"Don't worry," Viggo said quietly. "I swear to you. I'll protect you from him. If I have to kill him, I'll protect you from him. Now come here."
Orlando obliged, yet continued to think. He himself wasn't afraid of him...so why should his lover be? There was something wrong about the entire suituation - Elijah had never in the least threatened him. Still, Orli crept downwards, hugging Viggo's middle. As he nodded off to sleep again, Viggo's words echoed through his mind...
"I'll protect you from him..."
And, most unbidden, an old line, once said long ago, sprung to memory:
"Yes, but can you protect me from yourself?"
Chapter: 2 of 16
Author:
mjjgoddessPairing: Orlando/Viggo, Billy/Elijah's Mind
Rating: Overall R for language and a few situations
Beta:
aire_blair *lovesquish*Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I don't pretend to own it. (Actually, I do, but that's another story)
Feedback: Would be so fantastic. *pushes glasses up nose* Dommeah suckers to those who respond. :)
Notes: Sequel to "...Do You Remember?", which ended in June. Need a refesher? Well, then...
Archive: They're all over here, just for your viewing pleasure. :)
Summary: The memories linger on... in more ways than one.
After everyone left, Elijah sat at home, TV off, curtains drawn, lights out, every room pitch black. His heart raced as he thought, his eyes darting about as if expecting some local murderer/rapest of the neighborhood to come bursting in, knife raised threateningly towards him. Elijah took a shuddery breath and sighed, snippets of conversations echoing through his mind...
" - freezers?"
" - move in!"
"You lie."
"Elijah"
"He said"
"Alive enough"
"Check - "
"Guess what - "
"To me"
"Can't believe - "
"He said - "
" - you imagined it."
"FUCK," Elijah muttered, sitting up and going into the bathroom. Once there, he looked at himself in the mirror...and hated who he saw.
Blue eyes that once held energy were now tinged with red, the loss of his usual spark noticible. A mouth that once was held upright in a cheeky grin sagged and seemed to convey the torture of the spirit within. There were even lines around his eyes and forehead, much too soon for a twenty-something.
"Elijah, you're going fucking mad," he told himself out loud.
The phone rang. He dragged himself to it.
"First sign you're crazy is talking to yourself."
"What - ?!"
"Hey, it's Viggo!"
"Viggo?" Elijah turned around to check the time. 1:07am. "What - what'd you say before?"
"What? Oh - nothing."
"Well, then...what'd you call me for?"
"Oh, just - someone to talk to." There was the sound of someone shifting around a little, then a soft murmur that could've been Orlando. "So how've you been doing? You seemed - kinda distant this afternoon."
"Oh, well - I was just surprised to see you back...so soon..."
"What, yoo'd want me awa' longer, ya wee bairn?"
A sudden pause. "...What'd you just call me?"
"Oh - that. It's from...some distant African country. I picked it up there."
"Uh-huh."
"Really."
"Sure...Vig."
"So how've you been doing, Lij?"
"You called to ask me this at one in the morning?"
"...Yeah..."
Silence for a moment.
"So then how are you?"
"...Why did you really call me, Vig?"
"I thought I just told you."
Elijah sighed tiredly. The day's events began to catch up to him, and his body ached for rest.
"Look, I'm fine, Vig. Really. And - no more late night phone calls, a'right? Let's stick between ten in the morning and ten at night., mmkay?"
"But - "
"Good night, Viggo."
There was a pause...then a whisper. "Ye hae nae idea whit yoo're dealin' wi'."
I know that voice...
"Billy?"
Click.
"Oh, shit..." he muttered, freaking out once more. Another night's sleep lost, now he was more concerned with someone much more closer to "Viggo" - in terms of proximity at least.
Viggo hung up quickly, his heart pounding furiously in this ears. Despite it, though, he still felt strangely calm - the eye of the storm, so to speak. Leaning over, he brushed some hair off of Orlando's face and kissed him. He smiled and responded, as always, whispering,
"Hey. 'Sit morning?"
"'Fraid not, sweetie. Listen, uhm...I've got something to tell you."
Orlando sat up a little straighter, bare chest gleaming in the moonlight. "Why? What's wrong?"
Viggo sighed and shook his head a little. "It's...it's Elijah. I'm really worried about him."
"Elijah? Why would he - "
"Well, you know, that whole...thing with Dominic, and Liv, and everything. He's not really stable, and...I'm just afraid. You saw how he looked at me, how he was acting towards me. He might do something to me, Orlando!"
"Vig, you're not five years old. You're twenty years older than him. And this is ELIJAH we're talking about. It's not Billy or - "
Orlando stopped talking, then snuggled down into the sheets again, absent-mindedly stroking his right hand...where the scars were. Viggo took his hand and held it.
"Don't worry," Viggo said quietly. "I swear to you. I'll protect you from him. If I have to kill him, I'll protect you from him. Now come here."
Orlando obliged, yet continued to think. He himself wasn't afraid of him...so why should his lover be? There was something wrong about the entire suituation - Elijah had never in the least threatened him. Still, Orli crept downwards, hugging Viggo's middle. As he nodded off to sleep again, Viggo's words echoed through his mind...
"I'll protect you from him..."
And, most unbidden, an old line, once said long ago, sprung to memory:
"Yes, but can you protect me from yourself?"
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