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Help With Chemistry
Hiya~~ got a few parts done & beta'd on Help with Chemistry. I'm working on parts 3 & 4--if anyone would like to beta, please contact me :-)
Title: Help with Chemistry
Author: Denyce
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairings: Dominic, Orlando, Elijah, Colin Farrell (Sean A/Chris mentioned)
Summary: Dom’s up for a test audition on QaF opposite Gale as Brian, but he needs help with the chemistry---Chris offers OB/EW/CF to help him out.
Rating: PG-13? To be safe may be higher in later parts.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction created from my own mind. Only their names are real, situations/sexual references/implied sexuality is COMPLETE FICTION on my part—I have no clue on their real-life status!! Lastly, NO money was made in writing this, please don’t sue, as I am poor & have nada financially.
Notes: First, this takes place (in an unspecified time), after Rings. Colin Farrell and Orlando Bloom first met from one of the LoTR premiers. Later becoming fast friends after they kept running into each other on various promotional junkets. Fellowships members are very close friends & do spend time together when allowed. X- posted, originally in fellowships LJ—had a slight computer problem, now solved by new computer :-) but I lost my beta--- A big thank you to Eve for beta’n parts 1-3---Due to RL will not able to beta further parts------If anyone is interested please email (denyce36@yahoo.com) off list.
Lastly this probably sucks, especially compared to all the WONDERFUL fic I've recently read in this fandom--but a bunny smacked me, and this is the result. Any fb comments to continue, or make this better would be wonderful & APPRECIATED!!!
1/?
Dom clasped his hands tight to stop himself from fidgeting, took a deep breath and rambled his apologies to Chris begging her that she’d explain it to her husband Sean.
Chris stood smiling as she watched her daughter Ally jumped around racing between Orli, Colin and Elijah demanding their attention forcing them to try and catch her in her own version of tag. Turning away from the sliding doors she stared at Dom confused by his request and asked, “What, but why? You’d be perfect for the role Dom.”
“I can’t, I just can’t. They want chemistry, steamy hot stuff---That’s not me—not with him….” Dom spat venomously biting his bottom lip looking no more contrite than her seven year old.
Chris studied her friend trying to see through Dom’s façade hoping that this had more to do with his inexperience with guys and of intimate relationships on screen than anything else. She knew it was easier for him to play the sidekick, a devious villain, or the comic relief. But now Dom had a shot as a romantic lead.
Smiling to herself Chris realized Gale probably wasn’t whom Dom originally envisioned when he first thought of a romantic lead partner, but rather some hot starlet. It was so much easier for actresses; lesbian roles seemed to be in vogue in Hollywood these days, and it only added to their fame and box-office bankability. For actors it was something else altogether. They still carried public stigmas if they played a role with any physical relationship beyond holding hands or hugging on screen. She had come to the conclusion that the public, or Hollywood itself on screen was homophobic. Unless the actor was walking within the boundaries of stereotypes of a humorous flaming queen with all implied sexuality delivering the punch-lines, or a victim of HIV —in the industries you rarely saw anything more, but especially not on TV in the States. A nervous thought occurred to her, one she believed she knew the answer but needed to hear his response anyways. “You’re not homophobic are you?
“No!” Dom declared firmly before stammering, “I just----I haven’t….
Chris smiled, relieved, before looking back out the sliding glass door to the giggling sounds of Ally, as she tried to wiggle her way free from Elijah and Orli as they started to walk her back to the house.
Facing Dom again she gathered his hands in hers, squeezing them in comfort then tighter making him look at her. “Dom, you’re an actor, a very good actor, and this is a great role. I know I’m biased; you’re a good friend.” Dom looked down shyly from her sincere praise. Her thumbs caressed the back of his palms nudging him to look back at her once again as she continued, “And yes it’s one of my favorite shows, and I’m happily sleeping with their newest director.” They both chuckled at that before she solemnly added, “Besides all that, I really think this would be a great opportunity for you.”
Dom nodded, “I know, and its not that I’m not grateful, but I don’t think I can do it” Dom looked down embarrassed then added in a smaller voice, “I’m not a homophobe, but the kissing, the explicitness, the sexual intimacy they show---what they expect…”
Chris hugged Dom seeing how nervous and scared he was, and whispered, “It’s ok Dommie.” Squeezing him tight before releasing him, “But please go Monday, try---maybe you really won’t have any chemistry, and if they don’t see it for themselves you can always decline after. I know for a fact it was just as bad for most of them when they started---especially Gale and Hal. From what I understand both are straight and they both had major intimate scenes first day of shooting. Hell Gale has at least one hot and heavy scene once an episode.”
“You know that doesn’t comfort me as much since I’d be playing opposite him.” Dom pouted.
“It’s just an audition, Dom. No contracts or changing your own life choices.” Glancing out the door she saw the guys approaching and had an idea that even Sean would be proud of. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from bursting out laughing as she turned back toward Dom, but quickly made herself busy collecting her daughter’s things and stated clearly just as they guys were within hearing distance, “Dom, I think what you need is some rehearsal time before your audition.” Turning toward the door she addressed the rest of her babysitters, “maybe one of these fine actors could help you rehearse?”
Dom’s eyes widened in shock; he couldn’t believe she just bamboozled him by saying that in front of Elijah, and Orli with Ally dangling between them and Colin fucking Farrell trailing up just behind them. Sean he could believe he was a manipulative control freak, but sweet Christina, sainted mother of two even sweeter pint size munchkins. Now he knew for certain, saint she wasn’t, but rather truly Sean’s perfect match.
“Rehearse? You got an audition?” Elijah enthusiastically asked.
“Yes he does, Monday at 9:00 a.m.” Chris said as she knelt to help Ally tie her shoes. Once she was done she looked up waiting expectantly.
Dom stared in wonder; the devilish look was gone, and the sweet sainted mother and friend returned. Her eyes shone with sincerity and hope. Chris’ concern was palpable; Dom knew Sean put his neck on the line by requesting Dom in the first place. Though he was a bastard he believed in Dom for the role, and Sean had just started directing a few of the episodes. The role itself wasn’t small, but a very riveting part, one that was pivotal; a role that extended for twelve out of the twenty-two episodes for the show’s last season. And the fact that he’d also get to play opposite Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly when they reprised their original roles of Stuart and Vincent from the original British adaptation to help send out the Yank’s version in the last half of the season---didn’t hurt. It also meant the publicity was going to be big in the States and UK.
Dom hated to admit it to anyone, but he missed the attention. After Rings and deciding to work on the movie script with Billy, things had died down. Roles and scripts trickled down, but each was in a way a castoff to Merry. Passing on those roles left him with a lot of free time to work on a script that was going nowhere fast, and left him little to do other play cheer to his mates. Watching everyone from the sidelines--especially Orlando-- shoot to fame so quickly with one role after another pained him. Each had movie deals their fame growing beyond the Ring. Everyone but his---he was still stuck as Merry, and had trouble shaking the image.
Silence hung in the air as Chris waited anxiously for Dom’s answer.
Shrugging his shoulders in defeat Dom nodded, “yeah 9:00, Monday.”
Chris quickly stood and hugged him as she added a kiss. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine---you’re very good. Now I got a run. Thanks again guys.” Looking down at Ally as she grabbed her daughter’s things, “Come on sweetie we gotta go, Grandma’s waiting for us.” Chris didn’t give her daughter a chance to do more than wave good-bye as she rushed out the door, the yelled out, “Call me, and Dom, ‘break a leg’.”
TBC…
2/?
The door shut, the silence hung in the air for all of three seconds before Elijah and Orlando started hammering him with a dozen questions. Dom had completely forgotten about Colin Farrell’s presence until minutes later Colin thrust a drink in his hand. A little bewildered Dom lifted the glass in cheers, “Thanks mate.” Drinking half of it down just to avoid answering Lij and Orli.
Colin nodded in answer before taking a seat. He wanted to be comfortable and enjoy the show before him; quickly he sat leaning back until he had the perfect view to observe his newest friends two hobbits and an elf interact. Laughing he shook his head in disbelief at their antics, and lit a fag. They were almost as animated as the paparazzi rags made them out to be. Not that he spent his all his spare time scrolling through that rubbish, but he did like to keep abreast of what they considered his own comings and goings especially after his son was born. These days Orlando graced the covers more than anyone else in the room—he was considered the newest hottest thing: a pirate with curls, or the pretty blond elf boy you could take your pick. To the others in the room, and the other members of the fellowship he had met at various times, he was just Orli. It didn’t matter that they teased, and rankled him without mercy---it was out of friendship and love. They treated him as family and Orlando returned the sentiment. It was obvious to anyone who opened their eyes to see how close they really were just as they were treating Dominic now, and if he was honest with himself he was more than a bit jealous of the attention they bestowed on Dom and for each other. Something that rarely happened to him anymore ---unless it came from his own family, but his family was in Ireland a world away at the moment. Those standing before him now were as close as any family he’d witnessed.
Colin watched with interest as Dom’s former cast-mates surrounded him. Elijah was almost jumping erratically, hands touching from head to waist followed in gentle caresses to punching Dom’s shoulder. Orlando was no better, just less jittery movement. Hands clasped, or skimmed on various spots over Dom’s body—chest, back, hips, head, and shoulders. Each fired one question after another, joking and teasing Dom as they went. Their voice’s jumped from excitement to slight disappoint to hurt that he hadn’t shared the news with them before now.
Colin chuckled, he had to hand it to Dominic not only was he artfully deflecting their specific questions on the audition, but he also had to admire the grace that Dom displayed holding his glass steady without spilling a drop before he finished the tumbler and headed over to the bar refilling his glass. Flicking his ash, Colin silently wondered exactly what the role was, and why Dom hadn’t already shared his news.
“Come on, talk already,” Elijah stammered once again as he bounced on his toes.
“Yeah man, spill before we have to tackle you to the ground and tickle it out of you.” Orli tried to sound stern, but it came across without any conviction. It was exactly what he wanted to do--- tickle it out of Dom, and put a smile back on his face. A smile he suddenly realized wasn’t there. Not on his face or in his eyes. Why wasn’t he smiling? In fact, Dom was acting very un-Dom like-- too damn quiet. Orli retained his smile not wanting to give away his thoughts, but something was wrong. Whatever it was, was the same reason Dom hadn’t said anything to them before now, but Chris knew. That meant Sean knew, and if Sean knew it couldn’t be that bad not if he had already shared it with Chris. Then why didn’t Dom say something earlier?
Orli couldn’t stop his mind from racing. The smell of smoke made a nice distraction, and reminded him that Colin was still here. From his peripheral vision, Orlando was able to study the man. From the look on Colin’s face he could guess he had similar questioning thoughts about Dom’s audition, but he was just sitting back taking everything in. In many respects Colin reminded him a lot of Viggo in regard to the quiet study of those around him. Viggo would quietly observed people in any given moment. He did it because that’s who he was, an artist. Someone with a passion for beauty and took pleasure from observing nature, people, their surroundings, and poured everything he collectively felt into whatever art form was at his fingertips. Orlando felt Viggo was a living embodiment of a modern day renaissance man. With a passion for poetry, painting, photography, acting, it didn’t matter. Only the inspiration of the original creation mattered. He couldn’t say the same about Colin.
Orlando watched the staunch slouch and aloofness of Colin’s body fill the chair. A fag dangled between his fingers, a drink gracefully cupped in his hand as he smoothly brought the edge to his lips. Brown pupils half hidden behind long lashes peered out never leaving the field of his attention taking in every nuance of his study. Orlando felt a difference when Colin observed people. In the past, he had studied Viggo, Ian, Peter and Bean in an attempt to learn from their experience. In turn he had discovered each was a connoisseur of observing and each had different ways in which they observed people. Watching Colin, the closest analogy he could come up with was that Colin seemed to be on the outside, like he had his face pressed up against a window looking in. Orlando wasn’t sure if Colin wanted to join those inside, or have those join him outside. Feelings of disconnection and loneliness were almost hidden beneath the arrogant grin. Something he was starting to recognize in own reflection after the excitement of his fame began to wear off.
Orlando shook his head to clear it his pondering thoughts about Colin. He had missed what Elijah had said and tried to refocus on the situation when he heard Dom’s explosive, “Fuck!”
Dom took a long shaky breath as he tried to regain his composure and poured another drink. Finishing half of it before turning to face the others. Dom silently screamed at himself in anger for allowing his anxiety and shame to get the better of him and letting this become something more than it was---it shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t have said anything to Chris. He could have played it smart and let his agent decline the offer, and just deal with Sean on his own. And now because he had such a fucking big mouth he was committed to show up on Monday. And how could he explain he was afraid of a part, afraid of feeling---he was an actor for Christ’s sake.
“Dom?” Elijah nervously questioned watching the tendons along Dom’s neck pulse.
Dom glanced around the room avoiding eye contact with everyone; it didn’t help. The weight of anxiety bore down on him, and he still didn’t know what to say. Internally he wanted to curse both Astin’s. Biting the inside of his lip Dom reiterated he was an actor--- an actor essentially knew how to bullshit—just act like they’re not my friends, my family. Dom’s heart ached because he knew it wouldn’t work just like he knew it wouldn’t work on Monday. Sighing he gave up and looked up finding himself staring into an endless sea of blue---that shone with nothing but worry and concern.
Dom swallowed hard regretting that he put that look into Elijah eyes. With an awkward forced smile he stated quickly, “No, no it’s good. Just a bit part Sean set up.”
Elijah waited hanging on Dom’s every word—he wasn’t convinced. Dom tried to look away, but only succeeded in looking at Orlando who was also smiling, but it did nothing to hide the sympathy that lurked in his eyes. Orlando stood rigid like Dom was going to break some devastating world news and silently nodded, encouraging him to continue.
Dom turned and saw Colin. Even the Irish prick was waiting expectantly for him to continue. Dom’s shoulders sagged as he suddenly realized how thoroughly fucked he was, and that once they knew he’d never hear the end of it. Defeated he mumbled to no one in particular, “Go ahead just fuck me now.”
TBC…
Title: Help with Chemistry
Author: Denyce
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairings: Dominic, Orlando, Elijah, Colin Farrell (Sean A/Chris mentioned)
Summary: Dom’s up for a test audition on QaF opposite Gale as Brian, but he needs help with the chemistry---Chris offers OB/EW/CF to help him out.
Rating: PG-13? To be safe may be higher in later parts.
Disclaimer: Complete fiction created from my own mind. Only their names are real, situations/sexual references/implied sexuality is COMPLETE FICTION on my part—I have no clue on their real-life status!! Lastly, NO money was made in writing this, please don’t sue, as I am poor & have nada financially.
Notes: First, this takes place (in an unspecified time), after Rings. Colin Farrell and Orlando Bloom first met from one of the LoTR premiers. Later becoming fast friends after they kept running into each other on various promotional junkets. Fellowships members are very close friends & do spend time together when allowed. X- posted, originally in fellowships LJ—had a slight computer problem, now solved by new computer :-) but I lost my beta--- A big thank you to Eve for beta’n parts 1-3---Due to RL will not able to beta further parts------If anyone is interested please email (denyce36@yahoo.com) off list.
Lastly this probably sucks, especially compared to all the WONDERFUL fic I've recently read in this fandom--but a bunny smacked me, and this is the result. Any fb comments to continue, or make this better would be wonderful & APPRECIATED!!!
1/?
Dom clasped his hands tight to stop himself from fidgeting, took a deep breath and rambled his apologies to Chris begging her that she’d explain it to her husband Sean.
Chris stood smiling as she watched her daughter Ally jumped around racing between Orli, Colin and Elijah demanding their attention forcing them to try and catch her in her own version of tag. Turning away from the sliding doors she stared at Dom confused by his request and asked, “What, but why? You’d be perfect for the role Dom.”
“I can’t, I just can’t. They want chemistry, steamy hot stuff---That’s not me—not with him….” Dom spat venomously biting his bottom lip looking no more contrite than her seven year old.
Chris studied her friend trying to see through Dom’s façade hoping that this had more to do with his inexperience with guys and of intimate relationships on screen than anything else. She knew it was easier for him to play the sidekick, a devious villain, or the comic relief. But now Dom had a shot as a romantic lead.
Smiling to herself Chris realized Gale probably wasn’t whom Dom originally envisioned when he first thought of a romantic lead partner, but rather some hot starlet. It was so much easier for actresses; lesbian roles seemed to be in vogue in Hollywood these days, and it only added to their fame and box-office bankability. For actors it was something else altogether. They still carried public stigmas if they played a role with any physical relationship beyond holding hands or hugging on screen. She had come to the conclusion that the public, or Hollywood itself on screen was homophobic. Unless the actor was walking within the boundaries of stereotypes of a humorous flaming queen with all implied sexuality delivering the punch-lines, or a victim of HIV —in the industries you rarely saw anything more, but especially not on TV in the States. A nervous thought occurred to her, one she believed she knew the answer but needed to hear his response anyways. “You’re not homophobic are you?
“No!” Dom declared firmly before stammering, “I just----I haven’t….
Chris smiled, relieved, before looking back out the sliding glass door to the giggling sounds of Ally, as she tried to wiggle her way free from Elijah and Orli as they started to walk her back to the house.
Facing Dom again she gathered his hands in hers, squeezing them in comfort then tighter making him look at her. “Dom, you’re an actor, a very good actor, and this is a great role. I know I’m biased; you’re a good friend.” Dom looked down shyly from her sincere praise. Her thumbs caressed the back of his palms nudging him to look back at her once again as she continued, “And yes it’s one of my favorite shows, and I’m happily sleeping with their newest director.” They both chuckled at that before she solemnly added, “Besides all that, I really think this would be a great opportunity for you.”
Dom nodded, “I know, and its not that I’m not grateful, but I don’t think I can do it” Dom looked down embarrassed then added in a smaller voice, “I’m not a homophobe, but the kissing, the explicitness, the sexual intimacy they show---what they expect…”
Chris hugged Dom seeing how nervous and scared he was, and whispered, “It’s ok Dommie.” Squeezing him tight before releasing him, “But please go Monday, try---maybe you really won’t have any chemistry, and if they don’t see it for themselves you can always decline after. I know for a fact it was just as bad for most of them when they started---especially Gale and Hal. From what I understand both are straight and they both had major intimate scenes first day of shooting. Hell Gale has at least one hot and heavy scene once an episode.”
“You know that doesn’t comfort me as much since I’d be playing opposite him.” Dom pouted.
“It’s just an audition, Dom. No contracts or changing your own life choices.” Glancing out the door she saw the guys approaching and had an idea that even Sean would be proud of. She bit the insides of her cheeks to keep from bursting out laughing as she turned back toward Dom, but quickly made herself busy collecting her daughter’s things and stated clearly just as they guys were within hearing distance, “Dom, I think what you need is some rehearsal time before your audition.” Turning toward the door she addressed the rest of her babysitters, “maybe one of these fine actors could help you rehearse?”
Dom’s eyes widened in shock; he couldn’t believe she just bamboozled him by saying that in front of Elijah, and Orli with Ally dangling between them and Colin fucking Farrell trailing up just behind them. Sean he could believe he was a manipulative control freak, but sweet Christina, sainted mother of two even sweeter pint size munchkins. Now he knew for certain, saint she wasn’t, but rather truly Sean’s perfect match.
“Rehearse? You got an audition?” Elijah enthusiastically asked.
“Yes he does, Monday at 9:00 a.m.” Chris said as she knelt to help Ally tie her shoes. Once she was done she looked up waiting expectantly.
Dom stared in wonder; the devilish look was gone, and the sweet sainted mother and friend returned. Her eyes shone with sincerity and hope. Chris’ concern was palpable; Dom knew Sean put his neck on the line by requesting Dom in the first place. Though he was a bastard he believed in Dom for the role, and Sean had just started directing a few of the episodes. The role itself wasn’t small, but a very riveting part, one that was pivotal; a role that extended for twelve out of the twenty-two episodes for the show’s last season. And the fact that he’d also get to play opposite Aidan Gillen and Craig Kelly when they reprised their original roles of Stuart and Vincent from the original British adaptation to help send out the Yank’s version in the last half of the season---didn’t hurt. It also meant the publicity was going to be big in the States and UK.
Dom hated to admit it to anyone, but he missed the attention. After Rings and deciding to work on the movie script with Billy, things had died down. Roles and scripts trickled down, but each was in a way a castoff to Merry. Passing on those roles left him with a lot of free time to work on a script that was going nowhere fast, and left him little to do other play cheer to his mates. Watching everyone from the sidelines--especially Orlando-- shoot to fame so quickly with one role after another pained him. Each had movie deals their fame growing beyond the Ring. Everyone but his---he was still stuck as Merry, and had trouble shaking the image.
Silence hung in the air as Chris waited anxiously for Dom’s answer.
Shrugging his shoulders in defeat Dom nodded, “yeah 9:00, Monday.”
Chris quickly stood and hugged him as she added a kiss. “Don’t worry you’ll be fine---you’re very good. Now I got a run. Thanks again guys.” Looking down at Ally as she grabbed her daughter’s things, “Come on sweetie we gotta go, Grandma’s waiting for us.” Chris didn’t give her daughter a chance to do more than wave good-bye as she rushed out the door, the yelled out, “Call me, and Dom, ‘break a leg’.”
TBC…
2/?
The door shut, the silence hung in the air for all of three seconds before Elijah and Orlando started hammering him with a dozen questions. Dom had completely forgotten about Colin Farrell’s presence until minutes later Colin thrust a drink in his hand. A little bewildered Dom lifted the glass in cheers, “Thanks mate.” Drinking half of it down just to avoid answering Lij and Orli.
Colin nodded in answer before taking a seat. He wanted to be comfortable and enjoy the show before him; quickly he sat leaning back until he had the perfect view to observe his newest friends two hobbits and an elf interact. Laughing he shook his head in disbelief at their antics, and lit a fag. They were almost as animated as the paparazzi rags made them out to be. Not that he spent his all his spare time scrolling through that rubbish, but he did like to keep abreast of what they considered his own comings and goings especially after his son was born. These days Orlando graced the covers more than anyone else in the room—he was considered the newest hottest thing: a pirate with curls, or the pretty blond elf boy you could take your pick. To the others in the room, and the other members of the fellowship he had met at various times, he was just Orli. It didn’t matter that they teased, and rankled him without mercy---it was out of friendship and love. They treated him as family and Orlando returned the sentiment. It was obvious to anyone who opened their eyes to see how close they really were just as they were treating Dominic now, and if he was honest with himself he was more than a bit jealous of the attention they bestowed on Dom and for each other. Something that rarely happened to him anymore ---unless it came from his own family, but his family was in Ireland a world away at the moment. Those standing before him now were as close as any family he’d witnessed.
Colin watched with interest as Dom’s former cast-mates surrounded him. Elijah was almost jumping erratically, hands touching from head to waist followed in gentle caresses to punching Dom’s shoulder. Orlando was no better, just less jittery movement. Hands clasped, or skimmed on various spots over Dom’s body—chest, back, hips, head, and shoulders. Each fired one question after another, joking and teasing Dom as they went. Their voice’s jumped from excitement to slight disappoint to hurt that he hadn’t shared the news with them before now.
Colin chuckled, he had to hand it to Dominic not only was he artfully deflecting their specific questions on the audition, but he also had to admire the grace that Dom displayed holding his glass steady without spilling a drop before he finished the tumbler and headed over to the bar refilling his glass. Flicking his ash, Colin silently wondered exactly what the role was, and why Dom hadn’t already shared his news.
“Come on, talk already,” Elijah stammered once again as he bounced on his toes.
“Yeah man, spill before we have to tackle you to the ground and tickle it out of you.” Orli tried to sound stern, but it came across without any conviction. It was exactly what he wanted to do--- tickle it out of Dom, and put a smile back on his face. A smile he suddenly realized wasn’t there. Not on his face or in his eyes. Why wasn’t he smiling? In fact, Dom was acting very un-Dom like-- too damn quiet. Orli retained his smile not wanting to give away his thoughts, but something was wrong. Whatever it was, was the same reason Dom hadn’t said anything to them before now, but Chris knew. That meant Sean knew, and if Sean knew it couldn’t be that bad not if he had already shared it with Chris. Then why didn’t Dom say something earlier?
Orli couldn’t stop his mind from racing. The smell of smoke made a nice distraction, and reminded him that Colin was still here. From his peripheral vision, Orlando was able to study the man. From the look on Colin’s face he could guess he had similar questioning thoughts about Dom’s audition, but he was just sitting back taking everything in. In many respects Colin reminded him a lot of Viggo in regard to the quiet study of those around him. Viggo would quietly observed people in any given moment. He did it because that’s who he was, an artist. Someone with a passion for beauty and took pleasure from observing nature, people, their surroundings, and poured everything he collectively felt into whatever art form was at his fingertips. Orlando felt Viggo was a living embodiment of a modern day renaissance man. With a passion for poetry, painting, photography, acting, it didn’t matter. Only the inspiration of the original creation mattered. He couldn’t say the same about Colin.
Orlando watched the staunch slouch and aloofness of Colin’s body fill the chair. A fag dangled between his fingers, a drink gracefully cupped in his hand as he smoothly brought the edge to his lips. Brown pupils half hidden behind long lashes peered out never leaving the field of his attention taking in every nuance of his study. Orlando felt a difference when Colin observed people. In the past, he had studied Viggo, Ian, Peter and Bean in an attempt to learn from their experience. In turn he had discovered each was a connoisseur of observing and each had different ways in which they observed people. Watching Colin, the closest analogy he could come up with was that Colin seemed to be on the outside, like he had his face pressed up against a window looking in. Orlando wasn’t sure if Colin wanted to join those inside, or have those join him outside. Feelings of disconnection and loneliness were almost hidden beneath the arrogant grin. Something he was starting to recognize in own reflection after the excitement of his fame began to wear off.
Orlando shook his head to clear it his pondering thoughts about Colin. He had missed what Elijah had said and tried to refocus on the situation when he heard Dom’s explosive, “Fuck!”
Dom took a long shaky breath as he tried to regain his composure and poured another drink. Finishing half of it before turning to face the others. Dom silently screamed at himself in anger for allowing his anxiety and shame to get the better of him and letting this become something more than it was---it shouldn’t have. He shouldn’t have said anything to Chris. He could have played it smart and let his agent decline the offer, and just deal with Sean on his own. And now because he had such a fucking big mouth he was committed to show up on Monday. And how could he explain he was afraid of a part, afraid of feeling---he was an actor for Christ’s sake.
“Dom?” Elijah nervously questioned watching the tendons along Dom’s neck pulse.
Dom glanced around the room avoiding eye contact with everyone; it didn’t help. The weight of anxiety bore down on him, and he still didn’t know what to say. Internally he wanted to curse both Astin’s. Biting the inside of his lip Dom reiterated he was an actor--- an actor essentially knew how to bullshit—just act like they’re not my friends, my family. Dom’s heart ached because he knew it wouldn’t work just like he knew it wouldn’t work on Monday. Sighing he gave up and looked up finding himself staring into an endless sea of blue---that shone with nothing but worry and concern.
Dom swallowed hard regretting that he put that look into Elijah eyes. With an awkward forced smile he stated quickly, “No, no it’s good. Just a bit part Sean set up.”
Elijah waited hanging on Dom’s every word—he wasn’t convinced. Dom tried to look away, but only succeeded in looking at Orlando who was also smiling, but it did nothing to hide the sympathy that lurked in his eyes. Orlando stood rigid like Dom was going to break some devastating world news and silently nodded, encouraging him to continue.
Dom turned and saw Colin. Even the Irish prick was waiting expectantly for him to continue. Dom’s shoulders sagged as he suddenly realized how thoroughly fucked he was, and that once they knew he’d never hear the end of it. Defeated he mumbled to no one in particular, “Go ahead just fuck me now.”
TBC…
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I find it nerve-racking writing in a new fandom. But the addiction to lotrips was immediate. I, well, my muse seems to have a special thing for these four--though add in Jeremy Renner to the mix (who'll be in 2 other fics) and you'll find my muse lapping in luxury.
Will post more very soon Thanks for giving HwC a chance