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My dentist appointment was an hour longer than necessary. I hit a car. They are turning off the heat and water of my apartment because some water thingy broke.
Obviously, someone hates me.
In other news, you know you're obssessed when you have Viggorli dreams at 5 in the morning.
Blink
viggo, orli, pg
21 January 2004
*
"You know, if someone took a picture of us like this and put it in a magazine, then people could interpret it a certain way. And I couldn't blame them for interpreting this that way even though it's not. I mean, we're just lying about, friendly like."
Orlando waits long enough to signal that his part of the conversation is over for the moment, please reply, but Viggo makes only the barest of "mmm"s, certainly not enough to balance the fair amount that he has contributed. Sometimes, Viggo's concentration is fleeting and he is only catching on to the ends of Viggo's thoughts, and while no one complains that Viggo is ever anything but a devoted friend, Orlando cannot help but feel a bit put out when he's lost out to say, the passing reflection on the cabinet doors.
He's feeling dangerously close to being neglected even in the warmth of Viggo's lap. Enough to open an eye and squint up despite the light and the almost perfect comfort he has created.
Viggo's hair has grown out a bit, and it falls almost directly into his eyes. That can't comfortable, Orlando thinks, but he is too lazy to push it out of the way.
"Well?" he says, too late to be natural, but knowing that Viggo would understand nonetheless.
"I don't believe anyone has a camera."
At first, Orlando thinks, Viggo has missed the point. Then, Viggo is maybe dense about these things. But when he allows sleep to leave and opens both eyes to Viggo's not-quite smile, he thinks, Viggo is avoiding the issue.
*
Obviously, someone hates me.
In other news, you know you're obssessed when you have Viggorli dreams at 5 in the morning.
Blink
viggo, orli, pg
21 January 2004
*
"You know, if someone took a picture of us like this and put it in a magazine, then people could interpret it a certain way. And I couldn't blame them for interpreting this that way even though it's not. I mean, we're just lying about, friendly like."
Orlando waits long enough to signal that his part of the conversation is over for the moment, please reply, but Viggo makes only the barest of "mmm"s, certainly not enough to balance the fair amount that he has contributed. Sometimes, Viggo's concentration is fleeting and he is only catching on to the ends of Viggo's thoughts, and while no one complains that Viggo is ever anything but a devoted friend, Orlando cannot help but feel a bit put out when he's lost out to say, the passing reflection on the cabinet doors.
He's feeling dangerously close to being neglected even in the warmth of Viggo's lap. Enough to open an eye and squint up despite the light and the almost perfect comfort he has created.
Viggo's hair has grown out a bit, and it falls almost directly into his eyes. That can't comfortable, Orlando thinks, but he is too lazy to push it out of the way.
"Well?" he says, too late to be natural, but knowing that Viggo would understand nonetheless.
"I don't believe anyone has a camera."
At first, Orlando thinks, Viggo has missed the point. Then, Viggo is maybe dense about these things. But when he allows sleep to leave and opens both eyes to Viggo's not-quite smile, he thinks, Viggo is avoiding the issue.
*
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This was an amazing piece. I love the whole casual feel to it. The premise of Orlando's question itself was intriguing -- therefore Viggo's reaction was priceless and very in character. Orlando's perspective on the whole matter is also lovely.
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Thank you, thank you, thank you. Especially the part about Viggo because I can't write Viggo at all. And Orlando's dialogue is quite elusive. I was never cut out to be a writer.
It was actually suppose to be part of larger, cliched fic around the "actors discover rps, oh my!" But I got bored. And um, lazy.