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FIC: Trivia, PG13, Orlijah, for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beanzy
Pairing: Orlijah
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: If you think this really happened, you need your head checking.
Summary: I'm allowed my personal space now, remember?
Dedication: Forbeanzy who wanted Orlijah angst and got this. Ermm. Yeah.
Trivia
"Did you know that the United States would fit completely into Siberia, with no edges touching or anything?" Orlando suddenly asks. He thinks, yeah, take that, Lij. I'm not a brainless prick.
Elijah stops chewing and stares.
"Er, no. But thanks," Dom says.
Orlando shrugs. "Just thought it was interesting," he says, and goes back to his book.
=/=
"What are you reading?" Elijah asks, sitting down close to Orlando. Really close. Almost uncomfortably so.
Orlando wants to say, 'Hey, back up a bit, you dick. I'm allowed my personal space now, remember? You gave that right up.' But he doesn't. He just folds the cover inwards, shows Elijah the title and then tells him it anyway. "Shaman's Coat. 's good."
"What's it about?"
"Siberia."
"Not shamans? Or their coats?"
Orlando blinks at Elijah, at impossible eyes filled with familiar mischief. "A little bit. You want to read it when I'm finished?"
"When do I have time to read?" Elijah grins; infuriatingly forgivable.
=/=
Orlando's brain's a little fuzzy with sleep as he trudges heavily down the stairs. There's a light on in the kitchen which instantly confuses him. He didn't leave it on, did he? He pushes the door open with just the tips of his fingers and stops dead. "Elijah. Wh'thefuck 're you doing here?"
"What kind of hello is that supposed to be?"
"It's half three in the morning," Orlando points out, screwing one eye shut and rubbing the sleep from the edges.
"And? You're up, aren't you?"
"'s not the point."
"Jeez, you're a real joy today, aren't you?" Elijah puts down the book he was reading; Orlando's book, in fact, and slides off the kitchen counter. "Want some breakfast?"
"Umm..."
"Eggs, maybe." Elijah's already got the fridge door open and is peering inside. "Man, what do you even eat in this place? Seriously."
Orlando reaches past him for the carton of orange juice. "If you're going to insult the contents of my fridge, you can forget about breakfast."
"Fine. I'll make coffee instead. I think you need it."
"Haha," Orlando says, sneering. He sits down anyway, gulps orange straight from the carton and watches Elijah moving around the kitchen. "Seriously. Why are you here?"
"You wanted your key back, didn't you?"
"But you've got all day. Why come over in the middle of the-"
"I don't want this," Elijah says suddenly, cutting him off. "I don't want it to end, alright? It was just a dumb argument. Can you even remember what it was about?"
Orlando puts the orange juice down slowly, trying for some thinking time because no, he honestly can't remember what started it all. Something ridiculously trivial, blown out of all proportion. But that happens for a reason, doesn't it? It means there's things that aren't being said, or...
"Orli. Please?"
"Don't. Not with the eyes, alright?"
Elijah feigns innocence and shoves at the table to give himself room. He smiles at slowly closing eyes and lowers himself into Orlando's lap. "Was that a yes?"
"God, I'm pathetic," Orlando tells himself quietly, sliding his hands over Elijah's hips. "Can't you take up emotional blackmail as, like, a professional career or something?"
"Ssh. You want me." Elijah presses his weight down, brows lifting. "I know you do."
Orlando sighs as his body betrays him. It's those fucking eyes, he thinks. He knows he could have held out if it wasn't for those fucking puppy dog eyes. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I do."
~end
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: If you think this really happened, you need your head checking.
Summary: I'm allowed my personal space now, remember?
Dedication: For
beanzy who wanted Orlijah angst and got this. Ermm. Yeah.Trivia
"Did you know that the United States would fit completely into Siberia, with no edges touching or anything?" Orlando suddenly asks. He thinks, yeah, take that, Lij. I'm not a brainless prick.
Elijah stops chewing and stares.
"Er, no. But thanks," Dom says.
Orlando shrugs. "Just thought it was interesting," he says, and goes back to his book.
=/=
"What are you reading?" Elijah asks, sitting down close to Orlando. Really close. Almost uncomfortably so.
Orlando wants to say, 'Hey, back up a bit, you dick. I'm allowed my personal space now, remember? You gave that right up.' But he doesn't. He just folds the cover inwards, shows Elijah the title and then tells him it anyway. "Shaman's Coat. 's good."
"What's it about?"
"Siberia."
"Not shamans? Or their coats?"
Orlando blinks at Elijah, at impossible eyes filled with familiar mischief. "A little bit. You want to read it when I'm finished?"
"When do I have time to read?" Elijah grins; infuriatingly forgivable.
=/=
Orlando's brain's a little fuzzy with sleep as he trudges heavily down the stairs. There's a light on in the kitchen which instantly confuses him. He didn't leave it on, did he? He pushes the door open with just the tips of his fingers and stops dead. "Elijah. Wh'thefuck 're you doing here?"
"What kind of hello is that supposed to be?"
"It's half three in the morning," Orlando points out, screwing one eye shut and rubbing the sleep from the edges.
"And? You're up, aren't you?"
"'s not the point."
"Jeez, you're a real joy today, aren't you?" Elijah puts down the book he was reading; Orlando's book, in fact, and slides off the kitchen counter. "Want some breakfast?"
"Umm..."
"Eggs, maybe." Elijah's already got the fridge door open and is peering inside. "Man, what do you even eat in this place? Seriously."
Orlando reaches past him for the carton of orange juice. "If you're going to insult the contents of my fridge, you can forget about breakfast."
"Fine. I'll make coffee instead. I think you need it."
"Haha," Orlando says, sneering. He sits down anyway, gulps orange straight from the carton and watches Elijah moving around the kitchen. "Seriously. Why are you here?"
"You wanted your key back, didn't you?"
"But you've got all day. Why come over in the middle of the-"
"I don't want this," Elijah says suddenly, cutting him off. "I don't want it to end, alright? It was just a dumb argument. Can you even remember what it was about?"
Orlando puts the orange juice down slowly, trying for some thinking time because no, he honestly can't remember what started it all. Something ridiculously trivial, blown out of all proportion. But that happens for a reason, doesn't it? It means there's things that aren't being said, or...
"Orli. Please?"
"Don't. Not with the eyes, alright?"
Elijah feigns innocence and shoves at the table to give himself room. He smiles at slowly closing eyes and lowers himself into Orlando's lap. "Was that a yes?"
"God, I'm pathetic," Orlando tells himself quietly, sliding his hands over Elijah's hips. "Can't you take up emotional blackmail as, like, a professional career or something?"
"Ssh. You want me." Elijah presses his weight down, brows lifting. "I know you do."
Orlando sighs as his body betrays him. It's those fucking eyes, he thinks. He knows he could have held out if it wasn't for those fucking puppy dog eyes. "Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I do."
~end
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Uh-huh.
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*points at self*
Linda loves this!!
*runs around in circles*
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This was fun, and hot, and fabulous.
Yeah for
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Glad you liked it, though.
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Whoever's idea it was it was great!
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Elijah, one either finds his eyes mesmerizing or spooky. I find them incredibly sexy. His age is my only squick, he is so young.
Thank you
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"Er, no. But thanks," Dom says.
Orlando shrugs. "Just thought it was interesting," he says, and goes back to his book.
I love your dialogue. Like, really-extremely-'hey honey let's get hitched"-love your dialogue. And it's angst that's not all overdone and stuff. Wow. ;D plus orlijah is one of my favorite pairings so you get extra brownie points.
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