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Worn and Faded, but Vibrant [ The Phone Call ]
Title: Worn and Faded, but Vibrant [The Phone Call]
Author: _sblomie
Pairing: Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Shirt is real. Journal is real. People are real. All of this together? Who knows.
Feedback: I love it. If you’re nice to me, who knows, I might even dabble in my fluff stash and write a fic of them together about this.
“You call me in the middle of the morning to fess up a secret five years in the running?” Dom was a bit baffled by that. Perhaps Orlando was starting to take after Viggo and himself at this rate. Scary. Dom had the phone nestled between his jaw and shoulder. Carefully, he began to gather the images, the memories, and place them back into the book. Literally thumbing back in time through all that he had felt for Orlando.
“Shut it, Sblom,” Orlando quipped and he could hear Dom huff. Orlando drew his knees to his chest, draping the shirt over slender thighs. He tried to get rid of the wrinkles marring Dom’s face but he couldn’t get rid of them all. But, the longer he looked at the aged image on his shirt, the less he wanted to rid it of the wrinkles. Dom had his little quirks and imperfections that made him perfect. Why should the shirt be any different? “And this is going to sound weird, just so you know, mate.”
“Okay, well, out with it or ‘m going back to sleep,” Dom threatened even though he wasn’t even tired in the slightest at the moment. Carefully, he held up the image that had his scribbled writing embedded across the stately Orlando. A crude, but heartfelt ‘I love you’ for no one but himself and the picture to hear.
“Right, right…” Orlando blinked, shaking his head as he started to wonder if he could make up some sort of bogus secret now. No, Dom always saw right through him. “I have a shirt with your picture on it.”
“So you have a Merry and Pippin shirt, tons have ‘em,” Dom shrugged as he looked at the phone. What was up with the Elf tonight?
“No, you twit, it’s a picture of you and one of the pictures Viggo took back during the principal shoot. I made a shirt out of the picture he took that I liked the most…” Orlando bowed his head, caressing the faded face of Dom as his voice faded like the image. “I wore it every night since I made it,” he confessed, holding his breath without even meaning to.
Dom dropped the phone. His jaw dropped and shoulders went limp and the phone tumbled down. The real Orlando lost among the memories for a moment. Everything together as it should be but completely wrong at the same time. Floundering for a moment, he retrieved the phone and croaking out a brief apology. “Wait…you wore a shirt with my picture of it as a night shirt for over five years now?” Dom was in shock. All of these years he collected pieces of Orlando and now to learn he could’ve had the proper one, well now, that was a surprise.
Orlando nodded, and then he nodded again when he heard Dom ask him name. When the huffy reminder that he wasn’t able to hear gestures flitted through his ear, Orlando blushed bashfully and hid his face behind a hand. He hid his face from the Dom looking at him. “I did it because…”
“…yes?” Dom was having difficulty remembering to breathe at the moment. He felt the sharp hint of tears, stinging and threatening to fall should he either be tossed aside or asked into open arms. Five years of longing was hard to face all at once.
“I wanted to sleep with you close to me,” he whispered. Orlando could not believe it was out like that. Just…out there. The shirt that he had kept a secret from everyone since it was made was now fully revealed to Dom in a way. “But I didn’t think you’d ever share my bed, so I found a way to take you to bed with me each night and to take you with me…”
Dom couldn’t believe what he heard. A shaken breath escaped him and he slowly realized that he was trembling. Closing his eyes, a single tear trailed from a blue eye and over his cheek before falling. Falling to land on the picture he held in his hand. The ink that had stained the picture lifted and swirled with the salty tear. A hushed swear escaped him, shaking the paper quickly only to find the simple ‘I love you’ was all but gone. All that remained was ‘you’ and in a way, he was heartbroken. The simple, private proclamation of love lost in a flick of the wrist and tainted teardrops flying to their oblivion about the cluttered bedroom. Sure, he had it but now he had lost what he had of it with Orlando.
“Dom? Are you there? What just happened?” Orland hear the broken sigh, the hushed swearing and the change in breathing as if something had just changed in him. Dark eyes were darker yet with concern, brow knitted as he looked down at the image on the shirt before him. “Talk to me, Sblom.”
“Yeah, sorry, ‘m here,” Dom muttered as he set the picture aside and curled on his side amidst his memories. “I won’t lie to you, sunshine, I’ve been collecting bits and pieces of you through memories, dreams, ideas, and pictures for years now. You’ve traveled the world with me…guess ‘ve traveled the world with you though, haven’t I?” Dom cracked a little smile, hating the pauses they shared.
“You.. you what?” Orlando was in shock over that. Dominic had done essentially the same thing for all of these years? How could they have been so blind to each other for so long? “Why didn’t you tell me or do something? The same as it was with me?”
Dom nodded, a hushed ‘mhm’ coming along with it so Orli could hear his gesture. “I’m coming to visit, Orlando,” he announced as he looked to a picture of the two of them together at the Bathtub Races. “I’m coming to visit and I’m going to stop collecting pieces of you,” he added.
Orlando just smiled, nodding before a soft sound – a laugh? – escaped him and he could not stop smiling. “Just don’t be wrinkled and faded as the picture of you on this shirt, alright?”
“Only if you’re not fading from existence from years of attention and use,” Dom countered as his smile mirrored the other man’s own even though he could see the expression. He heard it in his voice.
Plans were made, goodnights shared though the words that deserved to be said for years upon years went unsaid. Why? No point in using them over the phone to let the words become worn and faded as a picture could become. No, it was an unspoken agreement that those words, when shared, would be vibrant. And yet, even though they had admitted to both, neither man could bear to think of parting with the worn and faded memories they had carried with them for the past five years. Instead, to build upon them and start things anew.
Author: _sblomie
Pairing: Orlando Bloom and Dominic Monaghan
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Shirt is real. Journal is real. People are real. All of this together? Who knows.
Feedback: I love it. If you’re nice to me, who knows, I might even dabble in my fluff stash and write a fic of them together about this.
“You call me in the middle of the morning to fess up a secret five years in the running?” Dom was a bit baffled by that. Perhaps Orlando was starting to take after Viggo and himself at this rate. Scary. Dom had the phone nestled between his jaw and shoulder. Carefully, he began to gather the images, the memories, and place them back into the book. Literally thumbing back in time through all that he had felt for Orlando.
“Shut it, Sblom,” Orlando quipped and he could hear Dom huff. Orlando drew his knees to his chest, draping the shirt over slender thighs. He tried to get rid of the wrinkles marring Dom’s face but he couldn’t get rid of them all. But, the longer he looked at the aged image on his shirt, the less he wanted to rid it of the wrinkles. Dom had his little quirks and imperfections that made him perfect. Why should the shirt be any different? “And this is going to sound weird, just so you know, mate.”
“Okay, well, out with it or ‘m going back to sleep,” Dom threatened even though he wasn’t even tired in the slightest at the moment. Carefully, he held up the image that had his scribbled writing embedded across the stately Orlando. A crude, but heartfelt ‘I love you’ for no one but himself and the picture to hear.
“Right, right…” Orlando blinked, shaking his head as he started to wonder if he could make up some sort of bogus secret now. No, Dom always saw right through him. “I have a shirt with your picture on it.”
“So you have a Merry and Pippin shirt, tons have ‘em,” Dom shrugged as he looked at the phone. What was up with the Elf tonight?
“No, you twit, it’s a picture of you and one of the pictures Viggo took back during the principal shoot. I made a shirt out of the picture he took that I liked the most…” Orlando bowed his head, caressing the faded face of Dom as his voice faded like the image. “I wore it every night since I made it,” he confessed, holding his breath without even meaning to.
Dom dropped the phone. His jaw dropped and shoulders went limp and the phone tumbled down. The real Orlando lost among the memories for a moment. Everything together as it should be but completely wrong at the same time. Floundering for a moment, he retrieved the phone and croaking out a brief apology. “Wait…you wore a shirt with my picture of it as a night shirt for over five years now?” Dom was in shock. All of these years he collected pieces of Orlando and now to learn he could’ve had the proper one, well now, that was a surprise.
Orlando nodded, and then he nodded again when he heard Dom ask him name. When the huffy reminder that he wasn’t able to hear gestures flitted through his ear, Orlando blushed bashfully and hid his face behind a hand. He hid his face from the Dom looking at him. “I did it because…”
“…yes?” Dom was having difficulty remembering to breathe at the moment. He felt the sharp hint of tears, stinging and threatening to fall should he either be tossed aside or asked into open arms. Five years of longing was hard to face all at once.
“I wanted to sleep with you close to me,” he whispered. Orlando could not believe it was out like that. Just…out there. The shirt that he had kept a secret from everyone since it was made was now fully revealed to Dom in a way. “But I didn’t think you’d ever share my bed, so I found a way to take you to bed with me each night and to take you with me…”
Dom couldn’t believe what he heard. A shaken breath escaped him and he slowly realized that he was trembling. Closing his eyes, a single tear trailed from a blue eye and over his cheek before falling. Falling to land on the picture he held in his hand. The ink that had stained the picture lifted and swirled with the salty tear. A hushed swear escaped him, shaking the paper quickly only to find the simple ‘I love you’ was all but gone. All that remained was ‘you’ and in a way, he was heartbroken. The simple, private proclamation of love lost in a flick of the wrist and tainted teardrops flying to their oblivion about the cluttered bedroom. Sure, he had it but now he had lost what he had of it with Orlando.
“Dom? Are you there? What just happened?” Orland hear the broken sigh, the hushed swearing and the change in breathing as if something had just changed in him. Dark eyes were darker yet with concern, brow knitted as he looked down at the image on the shirt before him. “Talk to me, Sblom.”
“Yeah, sorry, ‘m here,” Dom muttered as he set the picture aside and curled on his side amidst his memories. “I won’t lie to you, sunshine, I’ve been collecting bits and pieces of you through memories, dreams, ideas, and pictures for years now. You’ve traveled the world with me…guess ‘ve traveled the world with you though, haven’t I?” Dom cracked a little smile, hating the pauses they shared.
“You.. you what?” Orlando was in shock over that. Dominic had done essentially the same thing for all of these years? How could they have been so blind to each other for so long? “Why didn’t you tell me or do something? The same as it was with me?”
Dom nodded, a hushed ‘mhm’ coming along with it so Orli could hear his gesture. “I’m coming to visit, Orlando,” he announced as he looked to a picture of the two of them together at the Bathtub Races. “I’m coming to visit and I’m going to stop collecting pieces of you,” he added.
Orlando just smiled, nodding before a soft sound – a laugh? – escaped him and he could not stop smiling. “Just don’t be wrinkled and faded as the picture of you on this shirt, alright?”
“Only if you’re not fading from existence from years of attention and use,” Dom countered as his smile mirrored the other man’s own even though he could see the expression. He heard it in his voice.
Plans were made, goodnights shared though the words that deserved to be said for years upon years went unsaid. Why? No point in using them over the phone to let the words become worn and faded as a picture could become. No, it was an unspoken agreement that those words, when shared, would be vibrant. And yet, even though they had admitted to both, neither man could bear to think of parting with the worn and faded memories they had carried with them for the past five years. Instead, to build upon them and start things anew.