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fellowshippers2005-05-29 09:34 am
buggerthis22.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2005-05-29 09:34 am
Viggo with others
Here are two drabbles I wrote that feature Viggo... lol that's really the only thing they have in common. Enjoy! ^^ feedback is appreciated.
Moving On
Orlando studied the package on the counter closely.
"What's this?" He asked.
"Nothing," Viggo rubbed his neck and half-shrugged.
"Sure..." Orlando rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ever tell me anything?"
"Here's something," Viggo whispered, leaning on Orlando, "I love you."
"Mmm..." Orlando breathed in Viggo's sent and closed his eyes. "That I'll accept."
*
Goodbyes were not a talent Orlando posessed. He usually ended up making a fool of himself and never being able to express how much he'll miss the said leaver.
That day was no acception.
Viggo was leaving. Probably leaving Orlando's life forever.
The day was a blur. A random bout of kissing and hugging and tears.
Billy said goodbye. Dom said goodbye. Elijah said goodbye. They all said goodbye.
What other choice did Orlando have?
He said goodbye. Sort of.
"I'll... uh... see ya... hopefully. Maybe. Someday," He shrugged, hands wedged into his pockets.
And that was all he got to say.
Viggo was embraced by Fran and Phillippa and then boarding the plane.
Gone.
Orlando looked at the package he'd been thrust right before Viggo's figure dissapear.
*
He didn't open it for days, afraid of what was in it.
It sat on his kitchen table, taunting him.
He finally broke down.
Orlando tore open the package.
It was a book.
A leather-bound book.
A hand-written, leather-bound book.
He flipped it open and read madly.
And these are the last words I have to say
It's always hard to say goodbye
But now it's time to put this book away
Ain't that the story of my life?
The last words stood out on the page.
They were big and bold and loud.
Orlando was sure a blind guy could read them.
Nothing about the loudness of the words stopped the way they made him feel, though.
I Love You
Miss the Kiss
Will you be coming home soon?
I know you're out of place
Will you knock on my door soon?
I just need to see your face
"Beanie," Viggo groaned, spilling his load.
He plodded off to the bathroom, the depressing sinking like an anchor back into Viggo's stomach.
They didn't know where Beanie had gotten to when he left set.
And Viggo missed his lover very much.
He missed the sex.
He missed their talks.
He missed their walks, but mostly he missed Beanie himself.
Oh my heart is like a speeding train
Oh my love, and I can feel your pain
All night long, yeah, I pray for you
Cuz I miss you
I am out of place
I am out of place
Beanie shivered as he got out of the cab.
He'd never been here before and all he could hope was that he was welcome.
He missed life so much.
Not that he wasn't living, but he still missed his paradise.
Viggo was his paradise.
And Beanie missed him so much.
*
A knock on the door caused Viggo to set the half-empty mug of coffee aside.
He swung the door wide open.
A wet Beanie stood there, suitcase in either hand.
"May I come in?" His teeth chattered.
"Yeah," Viggo said, still shocked. "Where..."
He didn't get to finish. Beanie's lips press against his and it all goes to hell.
When Beanie finally let Viggo breathe, both men panted to catch their breaths.
"I've missed you."
"Never leave me again?"
"Never," A promise, sealed with a kiss.
Will you be coming home soon?
Moving On
Orlando studied the package on the counter closely.
"What's this?" He asked.
"Nothing," Viggo rubbed his neck and half-shrugged.
"Sure..." Orlando rolled his eyes. "Why don't you ever tell me anything?"
"Here's something," Viggo whispered, leaning on Orlando, "I love you."
"Mmm..." Orlando breathed in Viggo's sent and closed his eyes. "That I'll accept."
*
Goodbyes were not a talent Orlando posessed. He usually ended up making a fool of himself and never being able to express how much he'll miss the said leaver.
That day was no acception.
Viggo was leaving. Probably leaving Orlando's life forever.
The day was a blur. A random bout of kissing and hugging and tears.
Billy said goodbye. Dom said goodbye. Elijah said goodbye. They all said goodbye.
What other choice did Orlando have?
He said goodbye. Sort of.
"I'll... uh... see ya... hopefully. Maybe. Someday," He shrugged, hands wedged into his pockets.
And that was all he got to say.
Viggo was embraced by Fran and Phillippa and then boarding the plane.
Gone.
Orlando looked at the package he'd been thrust right before Viggo's figure dissapear.
*
He didn't open it for days, afraid of what was in it.
It sat on his kitchen table, taunting him.
He finally broke down.
Orlando tore open the package.
It was a book.
A leather-bound book.
A hand-written, leather-bound book.
He flipped it open and read madly.
And these are the last words I have to say
It's always hard to say goodbye
But now it's time to put this book away
Ain't that the story of my life?
The last words stood out on the page.
They were big and bold and loud.
Orlando was sure a blind guy could read them.
Nothing about the loudness of the words stopped the way they made him feel, though.
I Love You
Miss the Kiss
Will you be coming home soon?
I know you're out of place
Will you knock on my door soon?
I just need to see your face
"Beanie," Viggo groaned, spilling his load.
He plodded off to the bathroom, the depressing sinking like an anchor back into Viggo's stomach.
They didn't know where Beanie had gotten to when he left set.
And Viggo missed his lover very much.
He missed the sex.
He missed their talks.
He missed their walks, but mostly he missed Beanie himself.
Oh my heart is like a speeding train
Oh my love, and I can feel your pain
All night long, yeah, I pray for you
Cuz I miss you
I am out of place
I am out of place
Beanie shivered as he got out of the cab.
He'd never been here before and all he could hope was that he was welcome.
He missed life so much.
Not that he wasn't living, but he still missed his paradise.
Viggo was his paradise.
And Beanie missed him so much.
*
A knock on the door caused Viggo to set the half-empty mug of coffee aside.
He swung the door wide open.
A wet Beanie stood there, suitcase in either hand.
"May I come in?" His teeth chattered.
"Yeah," Viggo said, still shocked. "Where..."
He didn't get to finish. Beanie's lips press against his and it all goes to hell.
When Beanie finally let Viggo breathe, both men panted to catch their breaths.
"I've missed you."
"Never leave me again?"
"Never," A promise, sealed with a kiss.
Will you be coming home soon?
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