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FIC: Smoke and Mirrors, Viggo/Elijah, PG-13
Title: Smoke and Mirrors
Author: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His lips are cool and undemanding.
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Fiction means “not-real events”. Don’t sue; I own NOTHING and NO ONE.
Notes: Thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vegetariansushi for the lovely betawork!
Kissing Elijah is like smoke and mirrors. His lips are cool and undemanding. Almost as if he’s thinking of something else. Someone else. Vague.
The scent of his cigarette clings to Viggo’s skin all day. Viggo doesn’t mind.
**
He has his own key. Lets himself in in the early morning. Slips under the covers silently. No apologies.
In the morning, his kiss is warm and full of promise. The Elijah that everyone sees.
**
“What do you like about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“What about me interests you?”
Viggo puts down his paper. “That’s not something I’d expect you to ask.”
“Why not?”
Why should you? he almost says. Instead, he says, “I don’t know.”
Elijah leans back against the couch. “So tell me.”
He’s quiet for some time. Tracing circles on the surface of his desk. Finally, “The way you change.”
“Change?"
He holds out his hands helplessly. “The Elijah I know…is never the Elijah I know.”
It isn’t an answer, but it seems to satisfy the younger man. He puts his head back on a cushion. Eyes closed. Slight smile.
**
He comes back after three weeks. Excited, talking nonstop about the parties and the women and Dom and outallnight. Viggo says nothing. Just examines the paint under his fingernails. Lets Elijah lean against his shoulder. They both sigh at the same time.
**
“Why do you let me—I mean, why…” Elijah trails off. Shrugs helplessly.
Viggo doesn’t turn around. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know.”
Slams a fist against the door. “You just make it so fucking easy.”
He says nothing. Footsteps. Door slams.
**
He comes back. Some version of Elijah always comes back. The light, romantic Elijah. The dark, sullen one. The vague, unreal one. It’s always Elijah. It’s never Elijah.
Viggo writes until the room is dark. The bulb is burned out, and he forgot to replace it. He shifts, stretches, and calls it a night.
Author: Aralinde
Email: here
Site: Tooken
Pairing: Elijah/Viggo
Rating: PG-13
Summary: His lips are cool and undemanding.
Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Fiction means “not-real events”. Don’t sue; I own NOTHING and NO ONE.
Notes: Thank you,
vegetariansushi for the lovely betawork!Kissing Elijah is like smoke and mirrors. His lips are cool and undemanding. Almost as if he’s thinking of something else. Someone else. Vague.
The scent of his cigarette clings to Viggo’s skin all day. Viggo doesn’t mind.
**
He has his own key. Lets himself in in the early morning. Slips under the covers silently. No apologies.
In the morning, his kiss is warm and full of promise. The Elijah that everyone sees.
**
“What do you like about me?”
“What do you mean?”
“What about me interests you?”
Viggo puts down his paper. “That’s not something I’d expect you to ask.”
“Why not?”
Why should you? he almost says. Instead, he says, “I don’t know.”
Elijah leans back against the couch. “So tell me.”
He’s quiet for some time. Tracing circles on the surface of his desk. Finally, “The way you change.”
“Change?"
He holds out his hands helplessly. “The Elijah I know…is never the Elijah I know.”
It isn’t an answer, but it seems to satisfy the younger man. He puts his head back on a cushion. Eyes closed. Slight smile.
**
He comes back after three weeks. Excited, talking nonstop about the parties and the women and Dom and outallnight. Viggo says nothing. Just examines the paint under his fingernails. Lets Elijah lean against his shoulder. They both sigh at the same time.
**
“Why do you let me—I mean, why…” Elijah trails off. Shrugs helplessly.
Viggo doesn’t turn around. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know.”
Slams a fist against the door. “You just make it so fucking easy.”
He says nothing. Footsteps. Door slams.
**
He comes back. Some version of Elijah always comes back. The light, romantic Elijah. The dark, sullen one. The vague, unreal one. It’s always Elijah. It’s never Elijah.
Viggo writes until the room is dark. The bulb is burned out, and he forgot to replace it. He shifts, stretches, and calls it a night.
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“You just make it so fucking easy.”
Gah. The idea that Viggo's indifference is the source of the fracturing, that Lij *needs* Viggo to care so as to have something fixed to hang himself on - just lovely.
A fascinating take on Viggo. It's still consistent with the idea I have of this man who takes extraordinary care to notice things, to really pay attention, because he isn't unseeing, he's just not making a judgement. And Lij maybe needs that judgement.
Sorry to ramble - just thinking through the ways this makes sense to me.
Thanks.
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But I did want to show how one person might appear to have all the control in a relationship...but doesn't. It seems like Elijah is the one causing all the trouble...but maybe it's just a reaction to Viggo's...well, non-reaction.
Thank you so much for the FB. I have to go re-read it now, and go "A-HA!"
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I'm struggling with Viggo/Billy right now. It's just...ugh. Very hard to write (at least, for me).
I'm glad you liked this, though :)
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First, I write it. Then, I do re-writes. This may or may not involve a beta. Then, I re-read it, just to go over it...just for anything I may have missed. Then, I post. I'm paranoid that way.
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I love your characterization of Viggo, how he lets Elijah go do his own thing because he can't tie him down, or doesn't know how to, or doesn't want to. It's something that I associate with very spiritually attuned, or centered, people, because they understand that everyone has to go their own way and do their own thing.
Wonderful job. :)
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I'm really glad you liked it. Your FB is just wonderful, and makes me feel great :)
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That was exactly the right touch. Nonverbal speaking. In the aftermath of Elijah's chatter and Viggo's silence, this is truly telling.
::smiles:: Now, since I'm happy to promote the pairing, I'd like to point you to
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Oooh. Lovely.
There really needs to be a viggolijah community. DESPERATELY. All the Viggo/Elijah fic is so...good...in this fandom.
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http://baranduin.us/rpslinks.html
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OMG, so much fic! Thank you!