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fellowshippers2002-10-24 10:07 pm
crazybutsound) wrote in fellowshippers2002-10-24 10:07 pm
FIC: Stop That (hints of Orli/Viggo, G, 1/1)
This being my first post here, I hope I don't do something wrong or screw it up. My apologies if I do.
Title: Stop That
Author: Jem (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: hints of Orli/Viggo, mainly Elijah angst
Rating: G
Feedback: send to Jem. All kinds more than welcome, especially constructive criticism.
Summary: Elijah has filthy habits and Sean A isn't as clueless as he seems.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, guessing none of this ever happened. Mostly dreamed up while on flu medication.
Dedication: tozarah5 fro her birthday. Because she's evil and got me addicted to so many new things, I had to tell her I was thankful somehow.
“Stop that.”
Elijah jumps, caught. Looks at Sean, trying to show his most innocent puppy-eyed face.
“And none of that either.” Sean smiles, bats at Elijah’s hand. “What would your mum say? Besides, biting your nails will make you blind… or something.”
Elijah smirks. “I believe you’re mistaking nail biting with another one of my… filthy habits.” Turns back to watching what’s going on at the other end of the set.
Elijah doesn’t have to look to know Sean is frowning, sighing and probably shrugging in defeat before walking off. They’re done for the day, and if Elijah wants to stay and watch on while abusing his nails further, there’s really nothing Sean can do about it.
That’s fine. Elijah doesn’t need the company. Needs the concerned looks and questions even less.
It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate Sean’s friendship, really. He just wishes Sean didn’t act so much like Sam most days. Caring, loyal, attentive… clueless.
Sean wouldn’t recognize longing and lust if they bit him on the ass.
Sean believes in love and all that forever crap, and that’s the last thing Elijah needs to hear about these days.
Sean doesn’t have a clue.
Elijah’s gaze settles on Orlando and Viggo talking animatedly over by the water. They’re standing close together, and from where he is, Elijah couldn’t hear them even if he strained his ears. He watches instead.
Viggo’s patient smile, Orlando flicking blond hair over his shoulder, tanned hand touching cold metal… a laugh. Orlando’s white white skin as it stretches over his throat, head thrown back in laughter.
Elijah’s finger is back between his teeth.
Orlando leans closer to Viggo, smiles conspiratorially, whispers. Elijah feels the whisper down to his toes. He fancies he can feel that warm breath as Orlando’s words fan over Viggo’s skin, soft puffs of air in Viggo’s ear.
The finger in his mouth tastes sour. There’s smoke, faint traces of soap, dirt, makeup…Elijah bites on the nail sharply, revelling in the dark bitter taste, the small pinch of pain as the nail breaks too close to skin.
Viggo turns, and for a short second, his eyes are on Elijah. Piercing, knowing… then Aragorn turns back to his blond elf. There’s a possessive hand on Orlando’s shoulder, now. Subtle touches, meant for Elijah’s eyes only, it seems. Fingers squeezing briefly, back of a hand dusting away dirt on a cheek…
Elijah’s tongue catches on the rough edge of the bitten nail. There is a darker, bitterer taste in his mouth. There is also no nail left for him to gnaw on as he keeps his eyes on Orlando’s smile.
Orlando laughs again, exposing more skin at the collar of his costume, shoving away Viggo’s wandering hands.
Elijah bites down harder, swallows the taste of blood. His teeth have abandoned the nail and are now latching onto the soft skin at the side of it. His tongue flickers over it, his teeth sink in, undoubtedly leaving a mark. He winces.
“I told you to stop.”
Sean is back at Elijah’s side, grabbing his wrist, wrenching the finger away from his mouth. Elijah jumps a little, tries to pull his hand free. Sean hangs on, though, peers closely at the abused nail. Scowls.
“What the fuck, Lij?”
Elijah’s squirming, desperately trying to break away from Sean’s strong hold, from his disapproving glare. Blood is slowly sipping out from under the edge of the nail; some is even coming out of a small cut Elijah’s teeth must have made when he bit down on the soft flesh. He shrugs, dismisses Sean’s concern, turns his head back to Orlando and Viggo. They’re still laughing, Orlando using his hands to act out some asinine story to Viggo.
“Lij? Elijah?”
There’s a hint of something in Sean’s voice that Elijah can’t quite place. He feels the hold on his wrist loosening, pulls his finger back into his mouth, sucking on it, relishing the tangy, salty taste of blood. Sean is looking at him sharply.
“I think…”
Sean’s glare shifts from Elijah to what’s happening at the other end of the set. Viggo is fending off Orlando’s pouncing, laughingly trying to get away from this laughing, clinging elf. Elijah winces again. Sean frowns.
“I think… nail biting is your filthiest habit.”
Ah. Maybe… maybe not so clueless after all.
Title: Stop That
Author: Jem (
crazybutsound)Pairing: hints of Orli/Viggo, mainly Elijah angst
Rating: G
Feedback: send to Jem. All kinds more than welcome, especially constructive criticism.
Summary: Elijah has filthy habits and Sean A isn't as clueless as he seems.
Disclaimer: Don't know them, guessing none of this ever happened. Mostly dreamed up while on flu medication.
Dedication: to
zarah5 fro her birthday. Because she's evil and got me addicted to so many new things, I had to tell her I was thankful somehow.STOP THAT
“Stop that.”
Elijah jumps, caught. Looks at Sean, trying to show his most innocent puppy-eyed face.
“And none of that either.” Sean smiles, bats at Elijah’s hand. “What would your mum say? Besides, biting your nails will make you blind… or something.”
Elijah smirks. “I believe you’re mistaking nail biting with another one of my… filthy habits.” Turns back to watching what’s going on at the other end of the set.
Elijah doesn’t have to look to know Sean is frowning, sighing and probably shrugging in defeat before walking off. They’re done for the day, and if Elijah wants to stay and watch on while abusing his nails further, there’s really nothing Sean can do about it.
That’s fine. Elijah doesn’t need the company. Needs the concerned looks and questions even less.
It’s not that he doesn’t appreciate Sean’s friendship, really. He just wishes Sean didn’t act so much like Sam most days. Caring, loyal, attentive… clueless.
Sean wouldn’t recognize longing and lust if they bit him on the ass.
Sean believes in love and all that forever crap, and that’s the last thing Elijah needs to hear about these days.
Sean doesn’t have a clue.
Elijah’s gaze settles on Orlando and Viggo talking animatedly over by the water. They’re standing close together, and from where he is, Elijah couldn’t hear them even if he strained his ears. He watches instead.
Viggo’s patient smile, Orlando flicking blond hair over his shoulder, tanned hand touching cold metal… a laugh. Orlando’s white white skin as it stretches over his throat, head thrown back in laughter.
Elijah’s finger is back between his teeth.
Orlando leans closer to Viggo, smiles conspiratorially, whispers. Elijah feels the whisper down to his toes. He fancies he can feel that warm breath as Orlando’s words fan over Viggo’s skin, soft puffs of air in Viggo’s ear.
The finger in his mouth tastes sour. There’s smoke, faint traces of soap, dirt, makeup…Elijah bites on the nail sharply, revelling in the dark bitter taste, the small pinch of pain as the nail breaks too close to skin.
Viggo turns, and for a short second, his eyes are on Elijah. Piercing, knowing… then Aragorn turns back to his blond elf. There’s a possessive hand on Orlando’s shoulder, now. Subtle touches, meant for Elijah’s eyes only, it seems. Fingers squeezing briefly, back of a hand dusting away dirt on a cheek…
Elijah’s tongue catches on the rough edge of the bitten nail. There is a darker, bitterer taste in his mouth. There is also no nail left for him to gnaw on as he keeps his eyes on Orlando’s smile.
Orlando laughs again, exposing more skin at the collar of his costume, shoving away Viggo’s wandering hands.
Elijah bites down harder, swallows the taste of blood. His teeth have abandoned the nail and are now latching onto the soft skin at the side of it. His tongue flickers over it, his teeth sink in, undoubtedly leaving a mark. He winces.
“I told you to stop.”
Sean is back at Elijah’s side, grabbing his wrist, wrenching the finger away from his mouth. Elijah jumps a little, tries to pull his hand free. Sean hangs on, though, peers closely at the abused nail. Scowls.
“What the fuck, Lij?”
Elijah’s squirming, desperately trying to break away from Sean’s strong hold, from his disapproving glare. Blood is slowly sipping out from under the edge of the nail; some is even coming out of a small cut Elijah’s teeth must have made when he bit down on the soft flesh. He shrugs, dismisses Sean’s concern, turns his head back to Orlando and Viggo. They’re still laughing, Orlando using his hands to act out some asinine story to Viggo.
“Lij? Elijah?”
There’s a hint of something in Sean’s voice that Elijah can’t quite place. He feels the hold on his wrist loosening, pulls his finger back into his mouth, sucking on it, relishing the tangy, salty taste of blood. Sean is looking at him sharply.
“I think…”
Sean’s glare shifts from Elijah to what’s happening at the other end of the set. Viggo is fending off Orlando’s pouncing, laughingly trying to get away from this laughing, clinging elf. Elijah winces again. Sean frowns.
“I think… nail biting is your filthiest habit.”
Ah. Maybe… maybe not so clueless after all.