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Worn and Faded, but Vibrant
Title: Worn and Faded but Vibrant
Author: _sblomie
Pairing: Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: The shirt is real. The people are real. This? Not real, if it is…man, will I be a happy duckie.
Summary: Orlando had always cared but feared he could never have Dom, and so he spent every night with the man on his chest in the form of a shirt.
What shirt, you ask? Images on my personal journal.
Feedback: Yes, please. If I get enough, I might even add to this if people want it.
Orlando had always loved Dom. To what extent, he wasn’t sure. From the first night he met the Hobbit who was putting on a brave face to the world around them in favor of showing how he was mourning. That’s what Orlando had noticed almost right away and why he had taken the other man to the Turkish restaurant and helped him mourn. From then on, the two had been quite close but Orlando was always afraid to spend too much time with Dom or get too close for fear of how he’d behave. As a result, Orlando never found out Dom’s little secret.
Viggo took pictures of them all on a regular basis. One of the pictures had struck Orlando’s fancy and he had asked for one of the few copies of it. He bought a cheap white undershirt and took the picture to a small shop where he had the image transferred onto the t-shirt. If he couldn’t sleep with Dom himself, he could sleep with Dom in a manner.
Orlando never went anywhere without the shirt, he never went a night without it on or held close like a toy or a blanket. Even when he went on a set, even when he traveled and met some of the world’s most renowned actors, he took the little shirt with him. Over the years, the colors faded and the image began to crack and lose the finer details, but it was still Dom.
It had been lost in his luggage along the way, tucked away in a suitcase and eventually out of mind. However, when he went home to London, he took everything out of the bags and he came across the worn, white shirt with the faded image on the chest. Faded Dom, worn out from years of wear and tear but still there for him whenever he needed him. Still the image was faded but the feelings were not.
For what felt like hours, Orlando sat on the floor in the middle of his room. He had nice, new clothing from all around the world strewn about. Everything was new; everything was the man he had become over the years. This shirt, this shirt was the man who he was and who he wished he could return to in a sense. Innocence had been lost from the tainted claws of Hollywood and fame digging into him and forcing him to grow up more than ever wanted. But, Dom was a cornerstone to New Zealand and the man he wanted to be. And Dom was whom he wanted to be with. He had been truly happy with the Manc Hobbit. He wanted to be happy with Dominic.
Calloused fingers ran over the cracked lines in his friends face. The eyes still stared off and to nothing in particular. Orlando had never thought to ask what Dom had been looking at when the picture was taken but he did rather not knowing. The expression was contemplative and Orlando mirrored it as he soon found himself holding his cell phone in one hand. In the other hand, he traced the contours of the faded image. He knew Dom’s number by heart; it hadn’t changed over the years, part of why he knew he could always rely on the man. Two rings in and the ringing stopped, a yawn was heard.
“Y’ello…?” Dom’s voice was groggy and Orlando mentally cursed himself because he hadn’t thought of the time difference. Oh well, too late now. Dom was waiting for someone to say something.
“Hey Dom,” Orli started. “I know it’s late there, but… listen, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for five years…” he trailed off, caressing Dom’s face on the worn shirt.
Author: _sblomie
Pairing: Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: The shirt is real. The people are real. This? Not real, if it is…man, will I be a happy duckie.
Summary: Orlando had always cared but feared he could never have Dom, and so he spent every night with the man on his chest in the form of a shirt.
What shirt, you ask? Images on my personal journal.
Feedback: Yes, please. If I get enough, I might even add to this if people want it.
Orlando had always loved Dom. To what extent, he wasn’t sure. From the first night he met the Hobbit who was putting on a brave face to the world around them in favor of showing how he was mourning. That’s what Orlando had noticed almost right away and why he had taken the other man to the Turkish restaurant and helped him mourn. From then on, the two had been quite close but Orlando was always afraid to spend too much time with Dom or get too close for fear of how he’d behave. As a result, Orlando never found out Dom’s little secret.
Viggo took pictures of them all on a regular basis. One of the pictures had struck Orlando’s fancy and he had asked for one of the few copies of it. He bought a cheap white undershirt and took the picture to a small shop where he had the image transferred onto the t-shirt. If he couldn’t sleep with Dom himself, he could sleep with Dom in a manner.
Orlando never went anywhere without the shirt, he never went a night without it on or held close like a toy or a blanket. Even when he went on a set, even when he traveled and met some of the world’s most renowned actors, he took the little shirt with him. Over the years, the colors faded and the image began to crack and lose the finer details, but it was still Dom.
It had been lost in his luggage along the way, tucked away in a suitcase and eventually out of mind. However, when he went home to London, he took everything out of the bags and he came across the worn, white shirt with the faded image on the chest. Faded Dom, worn out from years of wear and tear but still there for him whenever he needed him. Still the image was faded but the feelings were not.
For what felt like hours, Orlando sat on the floor in the middle of his room. He had nice, new clothing from all around the world strewn about. Everything was new; everything was the man he had become over the years. This shirt, this shirt was the man who he was and who he wished he could return to in a sense. Innocence had been lost from the tainted claws of Hollywood and fame digging into him and forcing him to grow up more than ever wanted. But, Dom was a cornerstone to New Zealand and the man he wanted to be. And Dom was whom he wanted to be with. He had been truly happy with the Manc Hobbit. He wanted to be happy with Dominic.
Calloused fingers ran over the cracked lines in his friends face. The eyes still stared off and to nothing in particular. Orlando had never thought to ask what Dom had been looking at when the picture was taken but he did rather not knowing. The expression was contemplative and Orlando mirrored it as he soon found himself holding his cell phone in one hand. In the other hand, he traced the contours of the faded image. He knew Dom’s number by heart; it hadn’t changed over the years, part of why he knew he could always rely on the man. Two rings in and the ringing stopped, a yawn was heard.
“Y’ello…?” Dom’s voice was groggy and Orlando mentally cursed himself because he hadn’t thought of the time difference. Oh well, too late now. Dom was waiting for someone to say something.
“Hey Dom,” Orli started. “I know it’s late there, but… listen, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you for five years…” he trailed off, caressing Dom’s face on the worn shirt.