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rugbytackleTitle: Nine
Author: Trinity Helix
Feedback: Everything to trinity_cross@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Real Person Slash is also code for Never Happened. Really.
Archive: Yes to LxF, LotrAdult, Waters, and everyone else who wants it,
as long as the feedback, site url, etc. links are intact. No need to
ask-- go ahead and post it wherever you like. ;)
Website: http://trinitycross.net/lotrfan (my Lotr art and fiction site)
Warnings: R, Slash
Cast/Pairings: Viggo/Sean B
Genre: Romance, kinda Angsty
Summary: Sean loves Viggo. Viggo loves Sean. Simple, right? Not hardly.
Comments: My second RPS, written for the LOTR Adult Fic birthday
challenge. Barely made it to deadline, but I’m glad I wrote it
nonetheless. :)
Blokes in love with other blokes don’t get married. They don’t get to
hold hands in public, don’t get to sneak quick kisses behind trees at
the park.
They don’t get to be happy.
***
Viggo is watching Sean not watching him. Wonders why Sean turns his
head away as if burned when he catches his eye, feels a flicker of
uncertainty burn hot in the pit of his stomach. Last night, Sean had
come over… And Viggo had… And Sean said *yes*… And they had…
But maybe he was having second thoughts.
Viggo bites his lip and looks down at the drink in his hand.
***
Sean doesn’t say anything when the bar empties of people, merely nods
at a few stragglers and aims a grin at Liv and Orli. He has an arm
wrapped around her waist, she’s leaning in to whisper something soft
and secret, and Orlando throws his head back and laughs.
They’re having a great time, walking out with the rest of them, maybe
not in love but in *like* enough to make people shake their heads and
smile tolerantly.
Sean ducks his head, finally catching Viggo’s eyes and gives him a
small smile that no one else can see.
“I’ll see you at your place,” is all Sean says, and leaves before Viggo
can reply.
***
When Viggo pulls in the driveway, Sean’s car is already there.
He slams the door as he gets out, determined to confront Sean and ask
him what the hell that was all about. But when Viggo opens the door,
he’s standing there with his tie loose and a brilliant, happy smile on
his face.
“Missed you,” Sean sighs, enveloping him in a warm, comforting hug.
Viggo doesn’t answer, can’t answer, because he knows in his heart of
hearts that this is *real*, the real Sean. Sean who is holding him like
he won’t--can't-- let go, Sean who is trailing soft kisses against his
neck, his hands roaming the expanse of his chest.
“I love you,” whispers Sean, and Viggo shuts his eyes.
“Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
And tonight, he really does.
***
Viggo’s trying to figure it out, spends long hours every day just
thinking, but after two months he still doesn’t have a clue.
Sean lets up a little, lets him hold his hand sometimes in front of
other people, (so it can’t be that he’s just shy), but other times…
Other times he’ll close right up, hold everything in and not even
chance a look at Viggo across the room.
Viggo’s tried to place the instances when it happened, tried to figure
out if it was the people triggering it, or the place, or how public it
was. He used to think Ian was okay-- Sean had let him sling an arm
around his shoulders in front of him enough times-- but when Viggo had
absently taken Sean’s hand in his presence yesterday he had yanked it
away.
Viggo knows its not okay to hug in front of Liv and Orlando, but it’s
all right if it’s Liv and Cate. A smattering of people and mixes,
sometimes in public, in private, and it’s always changing, always
switching around. Viggo can never know for sure if it’s okay to touch
Sean, if it’s okay to be comfortable, and it’s driving him *insane*.
So today Viggo waits for Sean outside the trailer, folds his arms
across his chest and never-you-mind if Peter yells that they’re late.
Viggo loves Sean, wants him to know it, wants to not be constantly
afraid of how Sean’s going to react if he shows it.
“Hey. Waiting for me?” asks Sean, and this is his friendly,
we’re-mates-didn’t-you-know type of voice, the kind he uses on set.
Viggo nods. “Yeah,” he says. “We need to talk, Sean.”
And he grabs Sean by the hand, doesn’t care when he goes all rigid,
drags him behind the trailer facing the trees and kisses him.
Sean sputters, blushes, cheeks reddening even in the cold. “Viggo! What
if someone *sees*?” he hisses, angry.
“I. Don’t. Care,” Viggo replies, uncustomary heat flaring.
“I can’t figure you out, Sean. Sometimes you won’t let me touch you in
front of other people, sometimes it’s okay in front of Ian, or Craig,
or Liv; sometimes you act like I’m not even there. I know you love me,
damn it, but I need to know why you’re acting like this!”
And Sean pulls away, face closing up and Viggo knows that he’s gone.
“It’s just not *done*, damn it,” he says, not explaining, not caring
that Viggo looks at him with eyes beyond hurt. “Blokes don’t… they
don’t do *that* with other blokes. Don’t you get it? What we are…
people hide it, Vig. They do it in dark corners and behind closed doors
and they’re lucky if they get away with it! It’s not ‘Ian or Craig or
Liv’-- it's bloody everyone! No one can see us, no one is supposed to!”
“You’re ashamed of me,” Viggo presses, not caring that Peter will
definitely have their hides for this, not caring that he just might
lose his job. “You’re ashamed of what we do!”
And Sean looks squarely at Viggo, eyes like chips of ice. “No, Viggo,”
he says, and his voice is tired and small. “I’m ashamed of *me*.”
***
Viggo had known that Sean was a lot of things, but he had never figured
him for a prude.
They had stopped seeing each other after that bit behind the trailer,
and even though Viggo loved him he knew that he couldn’t live like Sean
wanted. He was far from being an exhibitionist, and there was no chance
he’d risk being seen by the press, but Sean… what Sean wanted was to
keep it from everyone. Friends, family… Everyone.
Viggo values few people in his life, but those he has let into his
heart he is honest with. They were pushing a year in this production
now, and never had Viggo-- nor anyone else in the cast or crew-- grown
so close to others in so short a time. He would call these people
friends easily, and the experiences he shared with them paralleled no
one else. Orli, Elijah, Dom, Ian… He knew things about them that he
wagered their best friends didn’t, shared over alcohol and late, tired
nights.
They were his friends.
And, more importantly, they were Sean’s friends.
Viggo looks at Sean across the room, watching his friend drape an easy
arm around Orlando’s shoulders while Billy looks on. John was showing
them his forearm, grimacing slightly as Billy poked the red skin
surrounding the freshly-made tattoo.
Nine. Nine walkers. Surely not too many, surely not too much among
friends.
“He’s comfortable, isn’t he?” Ian muses, taking a seat beside Viggo
with a hot cup of tea in his hand.
“Yeah, so long as I’m not there,” sighs Viggo, offering his friend a
wan smile.
Ian laughs. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he says. “And everyone knows he loves
you, anyway.”
Viggo raises a brow. “You’re kidding.”
“Dear boy, as foolish as some of us may seem,” says Ian, looking
pointedly at Billy who was hiccupping miserably across the room. “We
always knew that you were together.”
Viggo sighs. “Well, that’s good to know,” he says. “Now that it’s too
late to do anything about it and all.”
And Ian looks at him with abject disappointment, shaking his head.
“That is the most self-pitying drivel I’ve ever heard,” he says. “Spare
me, I beg you, and just win him back. The angst you both carry with you
is giving the rest of us chills…”
And Viggo laughs. Trust Ian to make it about him…
But he looks at Sean across the room, and their eyes meet, and for a
moment it’s six months ago when everything was still okay, when they
were together and nobody else mattered.
And just like that, Viggo knows exactly what to do.
***
It’s Sean’s birthday today, and Viggo has been planning this for weeks.
It’s been customary for everyone to celebrate their birthdays with a
bit’ve a party, and though Sean protests, the hobbits convince him
anyway.
Just us, they insist, and Elijah looks at him with doe eyes. We’ll take
care of everything.
So Sean agrees, and on his birthday, Orlando and Dom pick him up.
“Where are we going, then?” he asks, getting into the back.
Dom grins. “You’ll see, mate.”
And it’s a thirty minute drive to Viggo’s place by the beach, and Sean
knows the road by heart. It’s a sinking, cold/hot feeling in the pit of
his stomach, like a thousand butterflies have taken flight and won’t
let go.
The car screeches to a halt in the driveway, and Sean counts cars and
knows that it’s just them. The Nine.
So he walks out with Orli and Dom on either side of him, opening the
door and smiling at John and Astin talking by the piano. “Is it a
dinner party?” he asks jokingly, and Astin grins.
“Something like that,” he says.
And before Sean can answer Viggo is there, reddish hair pulled back
with a thong, wearing a nice shirt and looking for once like a host
instead of a pavement artist.
“Hey,” he says, and before he can catch himself: “You look nice.”
And Viggo shrugs and smiles. “Dinner’s out on the patio,” he says. “We
should get started.”
And everyone wanders outside, stars twinkling like they were paid to,
candles burning low. Billy cracks a few jokes about fish curry, but the
food is good and no one really cares how hot it is. It’s a good dinner,
and Sean looks at Viggo and mouths a thank you.
Presently the table is left with nothing but crumbs, and Ian gets up
and clears his throat for quiet. “I believe there is one other thing to
be done before this night is over,” he says. “And then we’ll leave you
boys to it.”
Sean raises a brow at that, looking at Viggo questioningly. But Viggo
shakes his head-- an easy dinner with friends was about as far as his
plan went.
John grins as the hobbits pat themselves down, Billy’s eyes growing
wide as he search becomes more frantic. “It’s gone!” he exclaims. “I’ve
lost Sean’s present!!”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Ian groans. “Can you do nothing right??”
But Astin emerges triumphant with the small, wallet-sized box,
presenting it to Sean with a smile. “Open it when we’re gone,” he says.
And just like that, the night is over. Hands are shook, hugs are
exchanged, and when Sean attempts to walk out of Viggo’s door, John
pushes him back inside.
“We can walk ourselves to the car, laddie,” he says in his best Gimli
voice, winking.
So Sean stays put and waves as the cars pull out and drive away, and
when he walks back inside he knows that Viggo is there.
“Need help?” he asks, watching as Viggo clears the table.
“They’ll stay in the sink overnight,” smiles Viggo. “I’m sure they
won’t mind.”
And Sean goes to him and wraps his arms around him, and suddenly
everything is okay again. Everything is like it was six months ago,
except now it’s better. So much better.
They go back to the living room, pulling clothes off as they go, Viggo
pushing Sean down on the couch, holding him there, keeping his weight
on him, not letting go.
“I love you,” Sean says. “I really do.”
And Viggo smiles, kisses him. “Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
***
And afterwards, when everything is quiet and Viggo is sleeping, he
wakes up to the soft rumble of Sean’s laughter.
He blinks sleepily, head pillowed against Sean’s chest, his hair
tickling his nose. “What is it?” he mumbles, reaching up.
Sean shakes his head, tears of mirth rolling down his cheeks. “Here,”
he says, and shoves the box at Viggo.
It’s the birthday gift the others had given him, and as Viggo takes it
he’s able to make out two shining silver replicas of the One ring.
“What the…” he mutters, but Sean grins.
“Read the card,” he says.
And now Viggo notices a piece of paper taped to the inside of the box
cover, and he has to squint in the low light to read it.
“We know, you daft bastard. Friends always know.
Be happy.
Love,
Ian, Orlando, John, Sean, Elijah, Billy, Dom”
And Viggo grins wanly. “It’s not exactly subtle, is it?” he sighs.
“It’s not supposed to be,” Sean grins back, and he takes one of the
rings and puts it on Viggo, takes the other and puts it on himself.
“Yeah,” says Viggo, and he hugs Sean so tightly that he thinks his ribs
might break, but it’s the best pain he’s ever felt.
He’s free.
***
People who are in love get married. They hold hands in public, sneak
quick kisses behind trees at the park, and have dinner parties with
friends.
And nearly ninety percent of the world doesn’t get to be this happy, so
screw what other people think, eh?
*fin*
Author: Trinity Helix
Feedback: Everything to trinity_cross@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Real Person Slash is also code for Never Happened. Really.
Archive: Yes to LxF, LotrAdult, Waters, and everyone else who wants it,
as long as the feedback, site url, etc. links are intact. No need to
ask-- go ahead and post it wherever you like. ;)
Website: http://trinitycross.net/lotrfan (my Lotr art and fiction site)
Warnings: R, Slash
Cast/Pairings: Viggo/Sean B
Genre: Romance, kinda Angsty
Summary: Sean loves Viggo. Viggo loves Sean. Simple, right? Not hardly.
Comments: My second RPS, written for the LOTR Adult Fic birthday
challenge. Barely made it to deadline, but I’m glad I wrote it
nonetheless. :)
Blokes in love with other blokes don’t get married. They don’t get to
hold hands in public, don’t get to sneak quick kisses behind trees at
the park.
They don’t get to be happy.
***
Viggo is watching Sean not watching him. Wonders why Sean turns his
head away as if burned when he catches his eye, feels a flicker of
uncertainty burn hot in the pit of his stomach. Last night, Sean had
come over… And Viggo had… And Sean said *yes*… And they had…
But maybe he was having second thoughts.
Viggo bites his lip and looks down at the drink in his hand.
***
Sean doesn’t say anything when the bar empties of people, merely nods
at a few stragglers and aims a grin at Liv and Orli. He has an arm
wrapped around her waist, she’s leaning in to whisper something soft
and secret, and Orlando throws his head back and laughs.
They’re having a great time, walking out with the rest of them, maybe
not in love but in *like* enough to make people shake their heads and
smile tolerantly.
Sean ducks his head, finally catching Viggo’s eyes and gives him a
small smile that no one else can see.
“I’ll see you at your place,” is all Sean says, and leaves before Viggo
can reply.
***
When Viggo pulls in the driveway, Sean’s car is already there.
He slams the door as he gets out, determined to confront Sean and ask
him what the hell that was all about. But when Viggo opens the door,
he’s standing there with his tie loose and a brilliant, happy smile on
his face.
“Missed you,” Sean sighs, enveloping him in a warm, comforting hug.
Viggo doesn’t answer, can’t answer, because he knows in his heart of
hearts that this is *real*, the real Sean. Sean who is holding him like
he won’t--can't-- let go, Sean who is trailing soft kisses against his
neck, his hands roaming the expanse of his chest.
“I love you,” whispers Sean, and Viggo shuts his eyes.
“Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
And tonight, he really does.
***
Viggo’s trying to figure it out, spends long hours every day just
thinking, but after two months he still doesn’t have a clue.
Sean lets up a little, lets him hold his hand sometimes in front of
other people, (so it can’t be that he’s just shy), but other times…
Other times he’ll close right up, hold everything in and not even
chance a look at Viggo across the room.
Viggo’s tried to place the instances when it happened, tried to figure
out if it was the people triggering it, or the place, or how public it
was. He used to think Ian was okay-- Sean had let him sling an arm
around his shoulders in front of him enough times-- but when Viggo had
absently taken Sean’s hand in his presence yesterday he had yanked it
away.
Viggo knows its not okay to hug in front of Liv and Orlando, but it’s
all right if it’s Liv and Cate. A smattering of people and mixes,
sometimes in public, in private, and it’s always changing, always
switching around. Viggo can never know for sure if it’s okay to touch
Sean, if it’s okay to be comfortable, and it’s driving him *insane*.
So today Viggo waits for Sean outside the trailer, folds his arms
across his chest and never-you-mind if Peter yells that they’re late.
Viggo loves Sean, wants him to know it, wants to not be constantly
afraid of how Sean’s going to react if he shows it.
“Hey. Waiting for me?” asks Sean, and this is his friendly,
we’re-mates-didn’t-you-know type of voice, the kind he uses on set.
Viggo nods. “Yeah,” he says. “We need to talk, Sean.”
And he grabs Sean by the hand, doesn’t care when he goes all rigid,
drags him behind the trailer facing the trees and kisses him.
Sean sputters, blushes, cheeks reddening even in the cold. “Viggo! What
if someone *sees*?” he hisses, angry.
“I. Don’t. Care,” Viggo replies, uncustomary heat flaring.
“I can’t figure you out, Sean. Sometimes you won’t let me touch you in
front of other people, sometimes it’s okay in front of Ian, or Craig,
or Liv; sometimes you act like I’m not even there. I know you love me,
damn it, but I need to know why you’re acting like this!”
And Sean pulls away, face closing up and Viggo knows that he’s gone.
“It’s just not *done*, damn it,” he says, not explaining, not caring
that Viggo looks at him with eyes beyond hurt. “Blokes don’t… they
don’t do *that* with other blokes. Don’t you get it? What we are…
people hide it, Vig. They do it in dark corners and behind closed doors
and they’re lucky if they get away with it! It’s not ‘Ian or Craig or
Liv’-- it's bloody everyone! No one can see us, no one is supposed to!”
“You’re ashamed of me,” Viggo presses, not caring that Peter will
definitely have their hides for this, not caring that he just might
lose his job. “You’re ashamed of what we do!”
And Sean looks squarely at Viggo, eyes like chips of ice. “No, Viggo,”
he says, and his voice is tired and small. “I’m ashamed of *me*.”
***
Viggo had known that Sean was a lot of things, but he had never figured
him for a prude.
They had stopped seeing each other after that bit behind the trailer,
and even though Viggo loved him he knew that he couldn’t live like Sean
wanted. He was far from being an exhibitionist, and there was no chance
he’d risk being seen by the press, but Sean… what Sean wanted was to
keep it from everyone. Friends, family… Everyone.
Viggo values few people in his life, but those he has let into his
heart he is honest with. They were pushing a year in this production
now, and never had Viggo-- nor anyone else in the cast or crew-- grown
so close to others in so short a time. He would call these people
friends easily, and the experiences he shared with them paralleled no
one else. Orli, Elijah, Dom, Ian… He knew things about them that he
wagered their best friends didn’t, shared over alcohol and late, tired
nights.
They were his friends.
And, more importantly, they were Sean’s friends.
Viggo looks at Sean across the room, watching his friend drape an easy
arm around Orlando’s shoulders while Billy looks on. John was showing
them his forearm, grimacing slightly as Billy poked the red skin
surrounding the freshly-made tattoo.
Nine. Nine walkers. Surely not too many, surely not too much among
friends.
“He’s comfortable, isn’t he?” Ian muses, taking a seat beside Viggo
with a hot cup of tea in his hand.
“Yeah, so long as I’m not there,” sighs Viggo, offering his friend a
wan smile.
Ian laughs. “Ironic, isn’t it?” he says. “And everyone knows he loves
you, anyway.”
Viggo raises a brow. “You’re kidding.”
“Dear boy, as foolish as some of us may seem,” says Ian, looking
pointedly at Billy who was hiccupping miserably across the room. “We
always knew that you were together.”
Viggo sighs. “Well, that’s good to know,” he says. “Now that it’s too
late to do anything about it and all.”
And Ian looks at him with abject disappointment, shaking his head.
“That is the most self-pitying drivel I’ve ever heard,” he says. “Spare
me, I beg you, and just win him back. The angst you both carry with you
is giving the rest of us chills…”
And Viggo laughs. Trust Ian to make it about him…
But he looks at Sean across the room, and their eyes meet, and for a
moment it’s six months ago when everything was still okay, when they
were together and nobody else mattered.
And just like that, Viggo knows exactly what to do.
***
It’s Sean’s birthday today, and Viggo has been planning this for weeks.
It’s been customary for everyone to celebrate their birthdays with a
bit’ve a party, and though Sean protests, the hobbits convince him
anyway.
Just us, they insist, and Elijah looks at him with doe eyes. We’ll take
care of everything.
So Sean agrees, and on his birthday, Orlando and Dom pick him up.
“Where are we going, then?” he asks, getting into the back.
Dom grins. “You’ll see, mate.”
And it’s a thirty minute drive to Viggo’s place by the beach, and Sean
knows the road by heart. It’s a sinking, cold/hot feeling in the pit of
his stomach, like a thousand butterflies have taken flight and won’t
let go.
The car screeches to a halt in the driveway, and Sean counts cars and
knows that it’s just them. The Nine.
So he walks out with Orli and Dom on either side of him, opening the
door and smiling at John and Astin talking by the piano. “Is it a
dinner party?” he asks jokingly, and Astin grins.
“Something like that,” he says.
And before Sean can answer Viggo is there, reddish hair pulled back
with a thong, wearing a nice shirt and looking for once like a host
instead of a pavement artist.
“Hey,” he says, and before he can catch himself: “You look nice.”
And Viggo shrugs and smiles. “Dinner’s out on the patio,” he says. “We
should get started.”
And everyone wanders outside, stars twinkling like they were paid to,
candles burning low. Billy cracks a few jokes about fish curry, but the
food is good and no one really cares how hot it is. It’s a good dinner,
and Sean looks at Viggo and mouths a thank you.
Presently the table is left with nothing but crumbs, and Ian gets up
and clears his throat for quiet. “I believe there is one other thing to
be done before this night is over,” he says. “And then we’ll leave you
boys to it.”
Sean raises a brow at that, looking at Viggo questioningly. But Viggo
shakes his head-- an easy dinner with friends was about as far as his
plan went.
John grins as the hobbits pat themselves down, Billy’s eyes growing
wide as he search becomes more frantic. “It’s gone!” he exclaims. “I’ve
lost Sean’s present!!”
“Oh for God’s sake,” Ian groans. “Can you do nothing right??”
But Astin emerges triumphant with the small, wallet-sized box,
presenting it to Sean with a smile. “Open it when we’re gone,” he says.
And just like that, the night is over. Hands are shook, hugs are
exchanged, and when Sean attempts to walk out of Viggo’s door, John
pushes him back inside.
“We can walk ourselves to the car, laddie,” he says in his best Gimli
voice, winking.
So Sean stays put and waves as the cars pull out and drive away, and
when he walks back inside he knows that Viggo is there.
“Need help?” he asks, watching as Viggo clears the table.
“They’ll stay in the sink overnight,” smiles Viggo. “I’m sure they
won’t mind.”
And Sean goes to him and wraps his arms around him, and suddenly
everything is okay again. Everything is like it was six months ago,
except now it’s better. So much better.
They go back to the living room, pulling clothes off as they go, Viggo
pushing Sean down on the couch, holding him there, keeping his weight
on him, not letting go.
“I love you,” Sean says. “I really do.”
And Viggo smiles, kisses him. “Yeah,” he says. “I know.”
***
And afterwards, when everything is quiet and Viggo is sleeping, he
wakes up to the soft rumble of Sean’s laughter.
He blinks sleepily, head pillowed against Sean’s chest, his hair
tickling his nose. “What is it?” he mumbles, reaching up.
Sean shakes his head, tears of mirth rolling down his cheeks. “Here,”
he says, and shoves the box at Viggo.
It’s the birthday gift the others had given him, and as Viggo takes it
he’s able to make out two shining silver replicas of the One ring.
“What the…” he mutters, but Sean grins.
“Read the card,” he says.
And now Viggo notices a piece of paper taped to the inside of the box
cover, and he has to squint in the low light to read it.
“We know, you daft bastard. Friends always know.
Be happy.
Love,
Ian, Orlando, John, Sean, Elijah, Billy, Dom”
And Viggo grins wanly. “It’s not exactly subtle, is it?” he sighs.
“It’s not supposed to be,” Sean grins back, and he takes one of the
rings and puts it on Viggo, takes the other and puts it on himself.
“Yeah,” says Viggo, and he hugs Sean so tightly that he thinks his ribs
might break, but it’s the best pain he’s ever felt.
He’s free.
***
People who are in love get married. They hold hands in public, sneak
quick kisses behind trees at the park, and have dinner parties with
friends.
And nearly ninety percent of the world doesn’t get to be this happy, so
screw what other people think, eh?
*fin*
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Date: 2004-04-26 05:06 am (UTC)Thank you for saying something that should be shouted from the rooftops.
People who are in love get married. They hold hands in public, sneak quick kisses behind trees at the park, and have dinner parties with friends.
And nearly ninety percent of the world doesn’t get to be this happy, so screw what other people think, eh?
Hugs to you!
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Date: 2004-04-26 05:11 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-04-26 11:08 am (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2004-04-26 11:29 pm (UTC)Hi :)
Date: 2004-04-26 06:52 pm (UTC)Re: Hi :)
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Date: 2004-04-26 07:42 pm (UTC)And Sean looks squarely at Viggo, eyes like chips of ice. “No, Viggo,” he says, and his voice is tired and small. “I’m ashamed of *me*.”
Good characterization. I think this is a very believable Sean. Glad he saw the light in time.
And the last couple of paragraphs are beautiful.
Thanks so much for this.
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Date: 2004-04-26 11:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-04-27 12:02 am (UTC)I'm a big believer in that sometimes you need a friend (or seven) to help you straighten things out...so I loved Ian's talk with Viggo, loved that the nine all came together as friends.
And I found the crack about Viggo looking like a host instead of a pavement artist hilariously funny...heee....
So glad the angst got resolved...I was feeling so torn up for poor Viggo!
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Date: 2004-04-27 01:49 am (UTC)again, thank you so much for commenting!
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Date: 2004-04-27 01:49 am (UTC)Bit of angst, love, sensuality, friendships and a laugh, topped with a happy ending.
Very good mix!