Missing Him

[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Title: Missing Him
Rating: PG-13
Notes: I hope this doesn’t offend anyone too much. I don’t know any of the people in this ficlet, and I have no idea what they love or hate or do in their private lives. Archive at will, and feedback is always always appreciated!
Author: Thalassatx
Pairing: Orlando/Viggo




God, how he hates this part. When they get silly and start waving pictures around like trophies, all coy and flirty and, Christ, girly. That’s when he wants to run away again, find his way back to his lover’s arms and hide against a strong chest, listening to the steady drum of a heart bigger than his own.

It’s not so bad. He likes women. He likes their curves and their sweetly scented skin. He likes soft lips and skin that doesn’t make his own prickle. If they just wouldn’t lose their bloody minds once in awhile, he could even marry one. But it doesn’t happen. No, at some point, sooner or later, they start making those eyes at him, the ones that say they own you, and that’s when he starts glancing at the scenery around him.

This one did it quickly. Just a few months and now she’s talking to the press, loud in her near-silence. She’s all winks and pouts and everyone thinks she’s adorable, but to him, it’s a noose around his neck, or maybe it’s his balls, and he wants OUT.

He wants the quiet hush of a green forest, with the calls of birds and the gurgling of small streams. He wants the whir of a cast fishing line, and the mad laughter of his artist. He craves the sound of a breeze in curtains, casting sun and shadow alternately against his skin. The sound a razor makes in the morning, a splash of water in the sink and the smell of a cheap shaving foam because anything more expensive is just a waste of money, Orlando, they all do the same thing.

He smiles, thinking of it. Simple things. Soap and that shampoo with the name… Suave, he thinks, something like that. TV dinners, when it wasn’t fresh fish or something exotically Argentinian. Music that didn’t soothe as much as it irritated and books lying about with torn paper as bookmarks.

He puts down the article and sighs. This is his life. Expensive leather belts and worn just-so jeans and hair products in Japan. Visits to children in countries where they’ve never heard of Pirates and he’s just the nice white man come to see them and maybe they’ll get better dinner for a few days. And of course, the girlfriend on the cover of magazines bragging by not saying she’s seeing him.

God, how he hates this part.

Comments

ADMIN

[suede-scripture.livejournal.com]

Hi, can you please include a pairing in your header outside the cut, as per the new (as of 2008) rules?

(I realize the pairing may be deliberately vague or possibly open ended for this little ficlet, but I'd just like to keep everyone on the same page here. [Orlando/?] would be just fine.

Re: ADMIN

[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Of course! Sorry about that!

[slashfairy.livejournal.com]

so very good. that's something i know about him, too.

[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[sodomis.livejournal.com]

Oh... *sigh* sad but true

[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[rifleman-s.livejournal.com]

"...listening to the steady drum of a heart bigger than his own."

What a perfect line.

You summed up the cannot-be-acknowledged frustration very well.

[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you!!

[splix.livejournal.com]

Wow, that was lovely and poignant. Thank you.

[thalassatx.livejournal.com]

Thank YOU!