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Ficlet: The Rorschach Test (Viggo/Bean, G)
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shegollum and foxrafer here and here made me want to try something dialogue-only. then nverland posted 
droolworthy shot of viggo, and the bunny bit.
Title: The Rorschach Test
Author:stormatdusk
Pairing: Viggo/Bean
Rating: G
Beta: none
Warnings: schmoop
Summary: Early in filming, Sean sees something Viggo's missed.
“If you’re not shaving me – and you’re not shaving me – then why do you need shaving cream?”
“I already told you, you’ll see when I’m finished.”
“You’re grinning too much. You’re sure you left the razor in the bathroom?”
“Yes, dear, I’m sure.”
“I’ve got enough cuts and bruises from filming; I don’t need to add itchy nipples to the list of misery.”
“I said no shaving! Now keep still or you’ll make me get it on the sheets and the maid will wonder what we’ve been up to. Again.”
“It tickles!”
“Aw, be a man already.”
“Tell me again why you need to lather me up with shaving cream?”
“I didn’t tell you in the first place, but nice try.”
“Sean…”
“Alright, alright, I’m done anyway. So? Do you see it?”
“See what? I see a big mess on my chest! Though it did feel pretty nice.”
“Viggo, come on - - you can’t see it?”
“Um… nope.”
“So much for the mad artist appreciating the beauty in nature and all that rot. Here, come to the mirror.”
“Still not getting it, Sean.”
“Ai! I covered just your chest hair with the foam. Now you can see the picture it makes!”
“Hmmmm… it looks like a dinosaur. Is it a dinosaur?”
“What? No, it’s not a dinosaur! Look again.”
“It sort of looks like a bowl of cereal…”
“Are you daft? It’s not a fucking bowl of cereal!”
“Oh my god, I’ve got an H-bomb on my chest. My chest hair makes an H-bomb!”
“Fuckin’ hell, Viggo! It’s not a bomb! It’s a tree! Don’t you see? It’s a tree!”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. It’s a tree. Very nice, Seanie.”
“Viggo! What color is the tree?”
“Normally, or since you’ve decided to play kindergarten fingerpainting on my body?”
“Viggo!!”
“Alright, alright, I give. It’s a white tree. It’s a white tree, like Tolkien’s tree.”
“Yes! It’s a white tree, the White Tree of Gondor. And it’s been there all along!”
“You’ll have to spell it out for me, Sean.”
“It’s just another sign, Vig. A sign that you’re right for this part. Peter got it right this time. You’re supposed to be here, doing these films. You are Aragorn. You don’t need to wonder or worry about it one more minute. There’s your proof. Not that I ever needed any.”
“Sean...”
“I know you still feel a little insecure, even after all these weeks. We all see how right it is. We all know it. But you’re still wondering just a bit if you can do this. If you should be doing this. Well, I don’t want you to wonder any more. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stop messing about guessing cereal and dinosaurs when you knew all along what it was. And say you’ll kiss me now.”
“I love you, Sean.”
“I love you too, Lord of the White Tree.”
-end
shegollum and foxrafer here and here made me want to try something dialogue-only. then nverland posted droolworthy shot of viggo, and the bunny bit.Title: The Rorschach Test
Author:
stormatduskPairing: Viggo/Bean
Rating: G
Beta: none
Warnings: schmoop
Summary: Early in filming, Sean sees something Viggo's missed.
“If you’re not shaving me – and you’re not shaving me – then why do you need shaving cream?”
“I already told you, you’ll see when I’m finished.”
“You’re grinning too much. You’re sure you left the razor in the bathroom?”
“Yes, dear, I’m sure.”
“I’ve got enough cuts and bruises from filming; I don’t need to add itchy nipples to the list of misery.”
“I said no shaving! Now keep still or you’ll make me get it on the sheets and the maid will wonder what we’ve been up to. Again.”
“It tickles!”
“Aw, be a man already.”
“Tell me again why you need to lather me up with shaving cream?”
“I didn’t tell you in the first place, but nice try.”
“Sean…”
“Alright, alright, I’m done anyway. So? Do you see it?”
“See what? I see a big mess on my chest! Though it did feel pretty nice.”
“Viggo, come on - - you can’t see it?”
“Um… nope.”
“So much for the mad artist appreciating the beauty in nature and all that rot. Here, come to the mirror.”
“Still not getting it, Sean.”
“Ai! I covered just your chest hair with the foam. Now you can see the picture it makes!”
“Hmmmm… it looks like a dinosaur. Is it a dinosaur?”
“What? No, it’s not a dinosaur! Look again.”
“It sort of looks like a bowl of cereal…”
“Are you daft? It’s not a fucking bowl of cereal!”
“Oh my god, I’ve got an H-bomb on my chest. My chest hair makes an H-bomb!”
“Fuckin’ hell, Viggo! It’s not a bomb! It’s a tree! Don’t you see? It’s a tree!”
“Okay, I’ll give you that. It’s a tree. Very nice, Seanie.”
“Viggo! What color is the tree?”
“Normally, or since you’ve decided to play kindergarten fingerpainting on my body?”
“Viggo!!”
“Alright, alright, I give. It’s a white tree. It’s a white tree, like Tolkien’s tree.”
“Yes! It’s a white tree, the White Tree of Gondor. And it’s been there all along!”
“You’ll have to spell it out for me, Sean.”
“It’s just another sign, Vig. A sign that you’re right for this part. Peter got it right this time. You’re supposed to be here, doing these films. You are Aragorn. You don’t need to wonder or worry about it one more minute. There’s your proof. Not that I ever needed any.”
“Sean...”
“I know you still feel a little insecure, even after all these weeks. We all see how right it is. We all know it. But you’re still wondering just a bit if you can do this. If you should be doing this. Well, I don’t want you to wonder any more. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll stop messing about guessing cereal and dinosaurs when you knew all along what it was. And say you’ll kiss me now.”
“I love you, Sean.”
“I love you too, Lord of the White Tree.”
-end