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Title: He That is Master of Himself, Will Soon Be Master of Others.
Series: Proverbial
Chapter: 1/?
Rated:
Pairing: SB/VM
Disclaimer: RPS: Real Person Slash. Read it/Don’t read it. Make an adult decision.
Warning:
Feedback: Nice, but not required.
Archive: No.
Overall Summary: A series, based on proverbs and featuring Sean as he goes about getting what he wants and possibly more than he bargained for.
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Author: Arden Elear
Email: rishalin@lycos.com
Live Journal: http://www.livejournal.com/users/arden_elear/




Nothing ventured, nothing gained.



I’m a nice bloke, I know I am. I can say it without being egotistical or self-congratulatory. I am nice and I don’t have to work at it.

I can be funny, I make people laugh, have a bit of a go and take the piss out of others and out of myself. What use is a bloke who can’t have a bit of a laugh at himself? ‘Specially not in my line of work.
Can’t stand those oh-so-serious pricks who think you should hang onto their every word like it was the wisdom of the fucking ages or something! Conceited, puffed-up bastards! Thank God there’s no-one like that here! I’d be handing out a good belting sooner rather than later.

Not that I don’t have ego, mind. Course I bloody do. Wouldn’t be an actor if I didn’t. I’m good at what I do. Better than some, not as good as others; but I make a bloody good living at it and I’m not about to apologize for thinking well of myself because of it.

I’m the same Sean I always was. Happy to sit in a pub with old mates and have a pint and a bit of a natter. Or I’ll park me arse in front of the telly and watch the footy with those same mates, telling the ref about his shonky parentage and burying my face in my hands when we lose.
But I’m equally comfortable in a natty suit at a party or premiere, talking to folk I used to worship when I was a kid, watching them on that same telly.
Not that I like them very much, the parties that is, but I can hold me own and even manage to have a good time if I’m so inclined.

I’m confident; I know what I want and go out and get it. Professionally and personally. No good hanging about, dithering.
Life’s too damned short for that, fuck-ups come in clusters and you’ve just got to plough through and move on.
I have moments when I wonder, doubt, who doesn’t? But I keep on, do my job the best I can, try and be nice to folk and not to worry too much about what’s going to happen tomorrow or next week. It’s pointless.
My needs are simple; a few good, close friends, food, shelter, enough money that I don’t have to worry about it and someone to pass the time with.

But just lately, this pleasant, hard-won philosophy of mine has been a bit . . . shattered.

See, I know what I want, or rather, who I want. Hell, the entire cast and fucking crew know what I’m after. The only one who’s entirely oblivious is . . . well . . . Viggo. And he’s the ‘want’ part. And that’s why I’m a bit confused right now.

They’re all waiting for me to move, they know I’m planning to, I’ve made it plain enough. And Ian’s been gossiping, telling tales about my track record, about other conquests on other sets, about Sean’s reputation for getting what he sets out after.
England is such a small fucking island!

Problem is, usually, the quarry knows full well what I’m up to. Enjoys the game. They play, I play, and we get what we want with no hard feelings after.
Problem here is that he’s completely clueless about my intentions.
He doesn’t play the game which makes it a bit unbalanced and I’m having a crisis of conscience about it.

I mean, what do I do? I can’t back off and it’s not because I might lose face in front of the others, either. I don’t fucking well want to back off.
I’m not some heartless cunt who picks a random someone for a spot of casual bonking and that’s that! If I’m stuck on a location for any length of time, (And this one’s gonna be a doozy.) I want to be sharing my bed with someone I’m attracted to! Someone I like, respect and all that. Casual fucking is for kids and dickwads!

So, I can’t employ my usual approach, I don’t want to look elsewhere. and I sure as hell am not going to march up to Viggo and ask him if he’d care to be my fuckbuddy for the next year and a bit!
Not only would it defeat the entire purpose of the exercise, that being to have someone to hang out with as well as share bedspace, but he’d more than likely kill me for having the impudence to put it that way.

No, I’m going to have to come up with something else. Be damned if I know what exactly but if I want Viggo by my side and in my bed for the next year or so, it’s going to have to be something as unique as he is. This is not going to be easy.

But never let it be said that Sean Bean backed down from a challenge.

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[raven-auriga.livejournal.com]

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