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Fic: Controlled 9/45
Title: Controlled (9/45)
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM overall, none this chapter
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Elijah calls up his infinitely wise little sis for some advice.
A/N: Sorry a bit late tonight; I just moved back for last semester of uni and had a lot of shite to do before work starts tomorrow.
Previous Chapters
“That’s all?”
“What the hell do you mean ‘that’s all,’ Hannah? This is a major revelation!”
“Well here you call me from across the freaking world, saying you have something important to tell me, and I think you’ve been injured or fired, or, or…”
“Hannah! This is serious!” Elijah frowned into the phone as if his sister could actually see his expression.
“Right, well, so you might be gay. Am I supposed to be upset, or something?”
“No! You’re supposed to be… I don’t know what you’re supposed to be! Shocked, maybe?” Hannah let out a little laugh on the other end of the line, and Elijah could picture her putting her hand to her mouth to stifle it.
“Sorry, bro, I don’t mean to make light, but…”
“Oh can it,” Elijah grumbled.
“So who is he?” Hannah asked, her smile practically visible through the lines.
“Who’s who?”
“The hunk that made you suddenly question your until-now fairly comfortable heterosexuality. He must be something else.”
“He… he is.” Elijah smiled to himself, imagining introducing Hannah to his new love interest. She would have a fit.
“Yeah? What’s his name?”
“Oh Han, you’ll tease me forever,” Elijah moaned.
“Elijah! Come on, I’m your sister! You can’t call me up to tell me something like this and not even mention the guy’s…”
“Viggo. It’s Viggo.” A whoosh of exhaled breath on the other line. Silence. “Hannah?”
“Viggo? Viggo, as in the guy who plays Aragorn? Isn’t he like forty?”
“Forty one, actually,” Elijah corrected, rubbing his temples with his free hand.
“Elijah! What the hell did he do to you?” Hannah exclaimed.
“He didn’t do anything to me, Hannah. I don’t even know if he’s interested!”
“Of course he’s interested. You’re gorgeous. But that’s beside the point. You want him, then?”
“I don’t know. I don’t… I’m confused,” Elijah admitted.
“Obviously.”
Elijah rolled his eyes. “He’s… well he’s frighteningly close to the ideal, here. Too close. Like it can’t be real.”
“Then why haven’t you said something?” Hannah reasoned.
“I can’t just… like you said, he’s forty one!”
“Well I admit it’s a little surprising, but if you like the man…”
“I really do,” Elijah agreed.
“Then talk to him about it,” Hannah insisted.
“Talk about what, exactly? I’ll sound like an idiot.”
“No, you won’t.”
Elijah sighed. His sister meant well, but he wondered how well a fifteen-year-old could really understand the situation. “I’ll sound like a stupid doting kid, Hannah. ‘Oh Viggo, you just don’t know how you make me feel…’” he affected in a childish whinge.
“Elijah, if you feel that way, you’re right. You shouldn’t date him,” Hannah replied, quite matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t say that!” Elijah exclaimed.
“Well you can’t go into this thinking like you’re just a dumb kid. If you want him to treat you as an equal, then act like one. You’re mature, ‘Lijah… well most of the time, you are. If you want him, show him that. Be yourself. You deserve whatever it is you desire, you know that? You want this guy?” Hannah asked.
“Yeah, I guess… I mean… yeah. Yeah, I do,” Elijah admitted, nodding his head sharply as if to confirm the fact.
“Well then talk to him. Tell him how you’re feeling. Tell him you’re confused. Tell him he’s the one who’s making you feel confused. I think it’s flattering, really.”
“Yeah, but who’s going to want the confused kid? Shouldn’t I try to be more confident?” Elijah reasoned.
“You shouldn’t try to be anything you’re not actually feeling. You don’t want him to want some model of the man you think you should be, Elijah. The guy knows that you can act. Now you need to show him who you really are, what you really feel. If he can’t handle the real you, then he doesn’t deserve you. But if he’s half the man you make him out to be, he’ll understand.”
“You think?” Elijah asked, not quite convinced.
“I know,” Hannah insisted. “You’ve got to base it on honesty. Show this dude that you’ve got the balls to be totally straight with him. That’s mature, Elijah. He’ll recognize that. Just sit him down and tell him exactly what he means to you, and exactly what you want, even if you don’t know completely. That’s okay, too. I mean I can’t promise that he’ll reciprocate, but I’m pretty sure he’ll admire your honesty.”
“Yeah… you’re a smart girl, Hannah. Mom ever tell you that?”
“All the time,” she replied sarcastically, and Elijah could just see the eye-roll in his mind’s eye.
“All right, sis. I’ve got to go. This is costing me a fortune.”
“What did I tell you? Well call me back sometime and I’ll tell you about my new boyfriend…”
“Boyf…?”
“Gotta go, big brother! Love!”
“Hannah! Don’t you hang up on….”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Author: Viktoria Angelique
Email: viktoria_angelique@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17 for series, PG for this part
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Warnings: BDSM overall, none this chapter
Disclaimer: If this were true the world might be a better place.
Feedback: I love it!
Summary: Elijah calls up his infinitely wise little sis for some advice.
A/N: Sorry a bit late tonight; I just moved back for last semester of uni and had a lot of shite to do before work starts tomorrow.
Previous Chapters
“That’s all?”
“What the hell do you mean ‘that’s all,’ Hannah? This is a major revelation!”
“Well here you call me from across the freaking world, saying you have something important to tell me, and I think you’ve been injured or fired, or, or…”
“Hannah! This is serious!” Elijah frowned into the phone as if his sister could actually see his expression.
“Right, well, so you might be gay. Am I supposed to be upset, or something?”
“No! You’re supposed to be… I don’t know what you’re supposed to be! Shocked, maybe?” Hannah let out a little laugh on the other end of the line, and Elijah could picture her putting her hand to her mouth to stifle it.
“Sorry, bro, I don’t mean to make light, but…”
“Oh can it,” Elijah grumbled.
“So who is he?” Hannah asked, her smile practically visible through the lines.
“Who’s who?”
“The hunk that made you suddenly question your until-now fairly comfortable heterosexuality. He must be something else.”
“He… he is.” Elijah smiled to himself, imagining introducing Hannah to his new love interest. She would have a fit.
“Yeah? What’s his name?”
“Oh Han, you’ll tease me forever,” Elijah moaned.
“Elijah! Come on, I’m your sister! You can’t call me up to tell me something like this and not even mention the guy’s…”
“Viggo. It’s Viggo.” A whoosh of exhaled breath on the other line. Silence. “Hannah?”
“Viggo? Viggo, as in the guy who plays Aragorn? Isn’t he like forty?”
“Forty one, actually,” Elijah corrected, rubbing his temples with his free hand.
“Elijah! What the hell did he do to you?” Hannah exclaimed.
“He didn’t do anything to me, Hannah. I don’t even know if he’s interested!”
“Of course he’s interested. You’re gorgeous. But that’s beside the point. You want him, then?”
“I don’t know. I don’t… I’m confused,” Elijah admitted.
“Obviously.”
Elijah rolled his eyes. “He’s… well he’s frighteningly close to the ideal, here. Too close. Like it can’t be real.”
“Then why haven’t you said something?” Hannah reasoned.
“I can’t just… like you said, he’s forty one!”
“Well I admit it’s a little surprising, but if you like the man…”
“I really do,” Elijah agreed.
“Then talk to him about it,” Hannah insisted.
“Talk about what, exactly? I’ll sound like an idiot.”
“No, you won’t.”
Elijah sighed. His sister meant well, but he wondered how well a fifteen-year-old could really understand the situation. “I’ll sound like a stupid doting kid, Hannah. ‘Oh Viggo, you just don’t know how you make me feel…’” he affected in a childish whinge.
“Elijah, if you feel that way, you’re right. You shouldn’t date him,” Hannah replied, quite matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t say that!” Elijah exclaimed.
“Well you can’t go into this thinking like you’re just a dumb kid. If you want him to treat you as an equal, then act like one. You’re mature, ‘Lijah… well most of the time, you are. If you want him, show him that. Be yourself. You deserve whatever it is you desire, you know that? You want this guy?” Hannah asked.
“Yeah, I guess… I mean… yeah. Yeah, I do,” Elijah admitted, nodding his head sharply as if to confirm the fact.
“Well then talk to him. Tell him how you’re feeling. Tell him you’re confused. Tell him he’s the one who’s making you feel confused. I think it’s flattering, really.”
“Yeah, but who’s going to want the confused kid? Shouldn’t I try to be more confident?” Elijah reasoned.
“You shouldn’t try to be anything you’re not actually feeling. You don’t want him to want some model of the man you think you should be, Elijah. The guy knows that you can act. Now you need to show him who you really are, what you really feel. If he can’t handle the real you, then he doesn’t deserve you. But if he’s half the man you make him out to be, he’ll understand.”
“You think?” Elijah asked, not quite convinced.
“I know,” Hannah insisted. “You’ve got to base it on honesty. Show this dude that you’ve got the balls to be totally straight with him. That’s mature, Elijah. He’ll recognize that. Just sit him down and tell him exactly what he means to you, and exactly what you want, even if you don’t know completely. That’s okay, too. I mean I can’t promise that he’ll reciprocate, but I’m pretty sure he’ll admire your honesty.”
“Yeah… you’re a smart girl, Hannah. Mom ever tell you that?”
“All the time,” she replied sarcastically, and Elijah could just see the eye-roll in his mind’s eye.
“All right, sis. I’ve got to go. This is costing me a fortune.”
“What did I tell you? Well call me back sometime and I’ll tell you about my new boyfriend…”
“Boyf…?”
“Gotta go, big brother! Love!”
“Hannah! Don’t you hang up on….”
Beeeeeeeeeeeeep.