(no subject)
Dec. 31st, 2003 12:47 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
arden-elear.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
rugbytackleTitle: Sleeping Beauty. Three. (Appointments)
Author: Arden Elear
E-mail: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Rated: R for language.
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen x Sean Bean
Disclaimer: They're real. This is not.
Warning: RPS; Real person slash. Don't read it / do read it. Make an adult decision.
Feedback: Not required.
Archive: No.
Summary: It takes some people a long time to wake up. Especially to themselves.
Sean had his head in his hands. His palms, he noted absently, were wet, sticky and clammy. This was not going to work. It was a stupid, stupid idea. Why did he ever think that he could do this? Oh, god. It was a disaster in the making!
“Sean. Sean. SEAN!”
“What?!” He looked up; finally noticing that Orlando was back from the bar and trying to get his attention.
“Calm down and drink your beer.” Orlando slid into the booth opposite and pushed the bottle across the table. Sean grabbed it and downed half in one gulp.
“Jeez.” Orli shook his head. “You’re a sad case.”
“It’s not going to work, Orli.” He moaned. “I’m not even gonna try.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Sean. Of course it’ll work. Besides, if you don’t try you’re gonna be miserable for the rest of your miserable life. Spending all your time acting miserable, wondering if it might have worked out. Or do you like being miserable.” He shrugged. “Up to you.”
“Okay. Okay. Enough of the misery, already. I get the point.”
“Yay.”
Sean polished off the beer. “What I don’t get is, why are you so damned confident about it? I mean, you said yourself that others have tried, and failed. Why should this work?”
A melodramatic sigh. “Look, Sean. If you just waltz up there and proposition him, you’re gonna fail, right?”
“Yeah. Miserable, celibate git.”
“And even if you go up there and declare undying love, he’s gonna say ‘no’, right?”
Sean nodded. “He’d laugh. Think I was kidding.”
“Well, this plan of yours is going to work, I promise you. And I’ll tell you why.”
“Will you stop making pompous fucking pronouncements, Orli and just get to the point. That is, if there is one.”
“It’ll work because Vig’s already in love with you.” Orli dropped his mini-bombshell and sat back, a big grin plastered all over his dopey face.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Orli. He is not” Sean sighed heavily. Orli was only trying to help, he knew, but this was not making him feel any better.
“Sean!” Orlando admonished him, wagging a finger. “I was right about you, wasn’t I? I am the All-Seeing, All-Knowing Orlando. Do not gainsay me.”
“The All-Seeing, All-Knowing Orlando has had one too many shots, methinks.”
“Sean, I’m serious.” Orli’s silly grin faded away and he looked at Sean with a far warmer smile lighting his sweet face. He leaned forward again, drawing circles in the wet patches the beer had left behind on the table. “Putting aside what I just said, because you plainly don’t believe it, do you really want to just let this go? Without at least giving it a try?”
Sean thought about it. “Nah. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?” He tried to smile. Failed. Drew in a shaky breath. “I guess I’m just scared shitless. My track record is less than stellar.”
“What you’re plotting is subtle though, Sean. I mean, if it’s not working out, you can just . . . pull back, eh? Cut your losses? Knowing that you at least tried. No harm, no foul?”
Orli was right, Sean realized. He really did have nothing to lose. And time to get out before he made a complete fool of himself. He bit his lip and nodded. “You’re still with me, right?”
Orli reached across the table and laid his hand over Sean’s. “All the way.”
“And . . . you’re okay with doing this, like? I mean . . .”
“I know what you mean.” Orli reassured him. “And, yes. I’m okay with it. Sad that it’s not me. Immensely pissed off that it’s you. Miserable, even.” He grinned evilly. “But okay.”
“Wanker.”
“Pindick.”
**
At the end of the next day’s shooting, Sean wandered slowly towards the trailers. He could see Viggo and Orlando, still in costume, sitting on the steps and sharing a smoke and revised script pages between them.
Right. He told himself. Do this. You’re an actor, act! Remember your lines, remember your moves. Do what you have to do and then get the fuck out of there. Orli will pick up any slack. Taking one last deep breath, he squared his shoulders and advanced on the pair.
*
“Hey, guys.” He greets, leaning casually on the railing.
Viggo looks up from his pages. “Hey yourself.”
Orlando keeps his eyes down.
“You doing anything tonight, Vig?”
Casual. Be casual. Just like the thousand other times you’ve asked the same question.
Viggo screws up his face, thinking. “Nope.”
Orli passes Viggo another sheet and he turns his head away as he takes it.
“Want to have dinner with me?”
“Yeah, sure.”
So far, so good. Now, wait a beat, and . . .
“Pick you up at seven.” Step back, ready to leave.
Viggo frowns at this.
“Umm, okay.”
Sean breathes a silent sigh of relief.
Orlando hands over another page. Viggo turns to take it. Sean leans in, leans down. Right in Viggo’s ear.
“Wear something nice.” He whispers.
Snap upright, turn and walk away. Not too fast. Wait for it . . .
“What?!”
Turn. Keep walking, moving backwards. Nice, low voice. Smile, don’t leer, Sean.
“You heard me.” Smile again. Sexy actor face.
A nice dollop of confusion, right there in Viggo’s eyes. Yes!
Turn back around and keep going, Sean. Out of sight, out of range.
“Ooh,” He hears Orli say as he makes it to the bend. “Viggo has a date.”
“What?!”
Author: Arden Elear
E-mail: thedarkvoice@hotmail.com
Rated: R for language.
Chapter: 3/?
Pairing: Viggo Mortensen x Sean Bean
Disclaimer: They're real. This is not.
Warning: RPS; Real person slash. Don't read it / do read it. Make an adult decision.
Feedback: Not required.
Archive: No.
Summary: It takes some people a long time to wake up. Especially to themselves.
Sean had his head in his hands. His palms, he noted absently, were wet, sticky and clammy. This was not going to work. It was a stupid, stupid idea. Why did he ever think that he could do this? Oh, god. It was a disaster in the making!
“Sean. Sean. SEAN!”
“What?!” He looked up; finally noticing that Orlando was back from the bar and trying to get his attention.
“Calm down and drink your beer.” Orlando slid into the booth opposite and pushed the bottle across the table. Sean grabbed it and downed half in one gulp.
“Jeez.” Orli shook his head. “You’re a sad case.”
“It’s not going to work, Orli.” He moaned. “I’m not even gonna try.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Sean. Of course it’ll work. Besides, if you don’t try you’re gonna be miserable for the rest of your miserable life. Spending all your time acting miserable, wondering if it might have worked out. Or do you like being miserable.” He shrugged. “Up to you.”
“Okay. Okay. Enough of the misery, already. I get the point.”
“Yay.”
Sean polished off the beer. “What I don’t get is, why are you so damned confident about it? I mean, you said yourself that others have tried, and failed. Why should this work?”
A melodramatic sigh. “Look, Sean. If you just waltz up there and proposition him, you’re gonna fail, right?”
“Yeah. Miserable, celibate git.”
“And even if you go up there and declare undying love, he’s gonna say ‘no’, right?”
Sean nodded. “He’d laugh. Think I was kidding.”
“Well, this plan of yours is going to work, I promise you. And I’ll tell you why.”
“Will you stop making pompous fucking pronouncements, Orli and just get to the point. That is, if there is one.”
“It’ll work because Vig’s already in love with you.” Orli dropped his mini-bombshell and sat back, a big grin plastered all over his dopey face.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Orli. He is not” Sean sighed heavily. Orli was only trying to help, he knew, but this was not making him feel any better.
“Sean!” Orlando admonished him, wagging a finger. “I was right about you, wasn’t I? I am the All-Seeing, All-Knowing Orlando. Do not gainsay me.”
“The All-Seeing, All-Knowing Orlando has had one too many shots, methinks.”
“Sean, I’m serious.” Orli’s silly grin faded away and he looked at Sean with a far warmer smile lighting his sweet face. He leaned forward again, drawing circles in the wet patches the beer had left behind on the table. “Putting aside what I just said, because you plainly don’t believe it, do you really want to just let this go? Without at least giving it a try?”
Sean thought about it. “Nah. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?” He tried to smile. Failed. Drew in a shaky breath. “I guess I’m just scared shitless. My track record is less than stellar.”
“What you’re plotting is subtle though, Sean. I mean, if it’s not working out, you can just . . . pull back, eh? Cut your losses? Knowing that you at least tried. No harm, no foul?”
Orli was right, Sean realized. He really did have nothing to lose. And time to get out before he made a complete fool of himself. He bit his lip and nodded. “You’re still with me, right?”
Orli reached across the table and laid his hand over Sean’s. “All the way.”
“And . . . you’re okay with doing this, like? I mean . . .”
“I know what you mean.” Orli reassured him. “And, yes. I’m okay with it. Sad that it’s not me. Immensely pissed off that it’s you. Miserable, even.” He grinned evilly. “But okay.”
“Wanker.”
“Pindick.”
**
At the end of the next day’s shooting, Sean wandered slowly towards the trailers. He could see Viggo and Orlando, still in costume, sitting on the steps and sharing a smoke and revised script pages between them.
Right. He told himself. Do this. You’re an actor, act! Remember your lines, remember your moves. Do what you have to do and then get the fuck out of there. Orli will pick up any slack. Taking one last deep breath, he squared his shoulders and advanced on the pair.
*
“Hey, guys.” He greets, leaning casually on the railing.
Viggo looks up from his pages. “Hey yourself.”
Orlando keeps his eyes down.
“You doing anything tonight, Vig?”
Casual. Be casual. Just like the thousand other times you’ve asked the same question.
Viggo screws up his face, thinking. “Nope.”
Orli passes Viggo another sheet and he turns his head away as he takes it.
“Want to have dinner with me?”
“Yeah, sure.”
So far, so good. Now, wait a beat, and . . .
“Pick you up at seven.” Step back, ready to leave.
Viggo frowns at this.
“Umm, okay.”
Sean breathes a silent sigh of relief.
Orlando hands over another page. Viggo turns to take it. Sean leans in, leans down. Right in Viggo’s ear.
“Wear something nice.” He whispers.
Snap upright, turn and walk away. Not too fast. Wait for it . . .
“What?!”
Turn. Keep walking, moving backwards. Nice, low voice. Smile, don’t leer, Sean.
“You heard me.” Smile again. Sexy actor face.
A nice dollop of confusion, right there in Viggo’s eyes. Yes!
Turn back around and keep going, Sean. Out of sight, out of range.
“Ooh,” He hears Orli say as he makes it to the bend. “Viggo has a date.”
“What?!”
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 02:33 pm (UTC)wow!
Date: 2003-12-30 03:18 pm (UTC)“Sean!” Orlando admonished him, wagging a finger. “I was right about you, wasn’t I? I am the All-Seeing, All-Knowing Orlando. Do not gainsay me.”
“The All-Seeing, All-Knowing Orlando has had one too many shots, methinks.”
LMFAO!!!
absolutely gorgeous story!
keep it coming :)
hug
Laila
no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 04:04 pm (UTC)*offers to bring you pillows, chocolate covered muses, whatever*
Seriously, I absolutely love Vig's bewildered, confused, shocked "What?!"
this is gonna be good ;)
--Misto
no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 09:27 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the date!
Write more!
*pokes you*
no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 10:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 10:36 pm (UTC)Keep up the good work!
And thankyou for the great story thusfar. *hugs*
--Misto
no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 10:42 pm (UTC)Just read "It" over on your journal, couldn't praise that one enough, my first reaction after I read it was "Perfect" and that says it all really. Amazing.
You are going to post that one here too, right?
no subject
Date: 2003-12-30 11:07 pm (UTC)