Mates - 6 (SB/VM G for this chapter)
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rugbytackleSeries Title: Mates
Chapter: 6
Author: Me
Feedback: You have to ask? [points at the "Post Comments" clicky and says "Use it! Please?"]
Warnings: None, other than it's RPS, oh, and surprise surprise, they swear!
Disclaimer: Who? Never met 'em. When? Wasn't there. What? Only in my dreams!
(Here is the first five chapters in case you need them)
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6
Arriving at the set, all thoughts of plotting to take care of the elf left both men’s heads. The morning plan was that the cameras would be filming Sean first, getting his face in closeup for the death scene, then they would reposition the cameras and do the take again, getting Viggo’s close-ups. Hours later lunchtime arrived, and they had only just finished Sean’s moments. Despite the number of takes and run throughs they had done, when they did the final take, the ‘champagne shot’ which ran through the whole scene from go to woah, Sean felt himself overcome with the emotion of the scene.
“Where is Frodo?”
He felt the desperation, the agony of what ‘Boromir’ had done, that he had weakened.
“Then you did what I could not.”
He weakly held onto the memory of the ideals he had set up for this man.
“No, it is finished.”
Lying there, beneath ‘Aragorn’s’ body, he kept recalling scenes from the previous evening, the sight of ‘Aragorn’ standing on the shore in the perfect light, the stars wheeling overhead as his head had been sent reeling through the stratosphere, and the taste of the lips which were constantly hovering just above him.
His arm lay out flat, seeking his sword. ‘Aragorn’ placed it in his hand, and he grasped it, bringing it back to his chest. The intensity of the blue eyes only a few inches away was excruciating, but also exhilarating, as he really felt himself releasing the fears that had been pent up in both ‘Boromir’ and Bean.
“I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king.”
By the time they stood up, Viggo helping him up from the ground, he was almost dizzy. A knowing look crossed Viggo’s face, aware of both the emotion of the scene, and the depth he could sense Sean was going to for his character. He slung his arm companionably across Sean’s shoulder, but surreptitiously used his free hand to grasp Sean’s upper arm, that was hidden beneath his costume’s cloak.
“That was terrific, man,” he said softly. “Really good.”
“Yeah, and now we have to go and sit and eat lunch, and come back and do it all again! Can you fuckin’ believe the insanity of this world?” he said, shaking his head as the two slowed to a stop. He looked up into Viggo’s face, and the look of gratitude that was showing touched something deep inside Sean. He caught his breath momentarily, then smiled a smile that Viggo mentally captured and vowed to remember for eternity.
“Yeah, and ain’t I glad we’re a part of it,” he replied.
“Come on, yer bastard, let’s eat before this lot finish it off, and leave us nothing.”
The two men moved off to the area set aside for the catering people to set up. Grabbing their food they were soon sitting with uruk-hai and crew, slowly passing out of the moment that had brought the two of them even closer.
Lunch finished, they returned to the scene, and again ‘took up their position’. Polaroids were checked, cameras positioned, and lighting measured and confirmed. This time it was Viggo’s turn, and as he lay there, going through the lines, sinking into the soul of the dying man, Sean watched Viggo transform into the character who would be king.
“I do not know what strength lies in my blood.”
The intensity of the steel blue eyes, as they carried the weight of the lines was almost too much for Sean. As Viggo passed his hands up to cradle Sean’s face, and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his brow, he could feel the prickling of tears behind his eyes.
“Cut! And that, my dear gents, is a wrap!” came the cry from a few feet away, and a ripple of applause went through the people who had stood, spellbound and watched these two actors.
“Guys, that was beyond awesome, thanks!” said PJ.
Viggo started to shift, paused for a moment, and smiled at Sean. Slowly, the smile curled up at the corners of the man’s mouth, and a grin soon ensued.
“Now, don’t we have an elf to take care of?”
“Sure do!’
Edit to add: And here is a link to chapter 7.
Chapter: 6
Author: Me
Feedback: You have to ask? [points at the "Post Comments" clicky and says "Use it! Please?"]
Warnings: None, other than it's RPS, oh, and surprise surprise, they swear!
Disclaimer: Who? Never met 'em. When? Wasn't there. What? Only in my dreams!
(Here is the first five chapters in case you need them)
%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%
6
Arriving at the set, all thoughts of plotting to take care of the elf left both men’s heads. The morning plan was that the cameras would be filming Sean first, getting his face in closeup for the death scene, then they would reposition the cameras and do the take again, getting Viggo’s close-ups. Hours later lunchtime arrived, and they had only just finished Sean’s moments. Despite the number of takes and run throughs they had done, when they did the final take, the ‘champagne shot’ which ran through the whole scene from go to woah, Sean felt himself overcome with the emotion of the scene.
“Where is Frodo?”
He felt the desperation, the agony of what ‘Boromir’ had done, that he had weakened.
“Then you did what I could not.”
He weakly held onto the memory of the ideals he had set up for this man.
“No, it is finished.”
Lying there, beneath ‘Aragorn’s’ body, he kept recalling scenes from the previous evening, the sight of ‘Aragorn’ standing on the shore in the perfect light, the stars wheeling overhead as his head had been sent reeling through the stratosphere, and the taste of the lips which were constantly hovering just above him.
His arm lay out flat, seeking his sword. ‘Aragorn’ placed it in his hand, and he grasped it, bringing it back to his chest. The intensity of the blue eyes only a few inches away was excruciating, but also exhilarating, as he really felt himself releasing the fears that had been pent up in both ‘Boromir’ and Bean.
“I would have followed you, my brother, my captain, my king.”
By the time they stood up, Viggo helping him up from the ground, he was almost dizzy. A knowing look crossed Viggo’s face, aware of both the emotion of the scene, and the depth he could sense Sean was going to for his character. He slung his arm companionably across Sean’s shoulder, but surreptitiously used his free hand to grasp Sean’s upper arm, that was hidden beneath his costume’s cloak.
“That was terrific, man,” he said softly. “Really good.”
“Yeah, and now we have to go and sit and eat lunch, and come back and do it all again! Can you fuckin’ believe the insanity of this world?” he said, shaking his head as the two slowed to a stop. He looked up into Viggo’s face, and the look of gratitude that was showing touched something deep inside Sean. He caught his breath momentarily, then smiled a smile that Viggo mentally captured and vowed to remember for eternity.
“Yeah, and ain’t I glad we’re a part of it,” he replied.
“Come on, yer bastard, let’s eat before this lot finish it off, and leave us nothing.”
The two men moved off to the area set aside for the catering people to set up. Grabbing their food they were soon sitting with uruk-hai and crew, slowly passing out of the moment that had brought the two of them even closer.
Lunch finished, they returned to the scene, and again ‘took up their position’. Polaroids were checked, cameras positioned, and lighting measured and confirmed. This time it was Viggo’s turn, and as he lay there, going through the lines, sinking into the soul of the dying man, Sean watched Viggo transform into the character who would be king.
“I do not know what strength lies in my blood.”
The intensity of the steel blue eyes, as they carried the weight of the lines was almost too much for Sean. As Viggo passed his hands up to cradle Sean’s face, and leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on his brow, he could feel the prickling of tears behind his eyes.
“Cut! And that, my dear gents, is a wrap!” came the cry from a few feet away, and a ripple of applause went through the people who had stood, spellbound and watched these two actors.
“Guys, that was beyond awesome, thanks!” said PJ.
Viggo started to shift, paused for a moment, and smiled at Sean. Slowly, the smile curled up at the corners of the man’s mouth, and a grin soon ensued.
“Now, don’t we have an elf to take care of?”
“Sure do!’
Edit to add: And here is a link to chapter 7.
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