Cross-post fic: Thanks, But No Thanks
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rugbytackleTitle: Thanks, But No Thanks
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tyaa
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Real guys, fake story. Love ‘em too much to let anyone think this is real.
Feedback: Oh yes, please!
Notes: For the Sliding Doors challenge. Written in 60 minutes. Thanks tolamath for the reminder to post here! :)
***
(1)
“Sorry, Peter. I can’t see myself in this role. Thanks for the offer, though. Hope things go well.”
—
“Sure, I’ve worked it out, and it sounds good. I’ll see you in three days. Thanks, Peter.”
***
(2)
Viggo pushes himself up onto his knees and rolls his shoulders. He swings himself up from a kneeling position in order to take a better look. The painting just doesn’t seem right, somehow. It’s missing something.
He shakes his head rapidly. Backforthbackforth. Nothing gets any clearer.
“I’ll go grab a beer; if I stare at this for very much longer I’ll just end up ruining it.”
But the painting means nothing. And he returns from the bar a few beers heavier, but still empty.
---
Viggo steps out of the Range Rover and sees a strange entourage waiting for him. A giant of a man, dressed as a dwarf. Smaller men dressed as county squires - no; hobbits. Good job. In the distance, a slim, blond-haired man hoists a bow and waves it energetically. He is suddenly wrapped up in handshakes, hugs and goodwill. Viggo barely notices that one other person has emerged from a trailer and has headed his way. Another man.
Rough, but beautiful. The man smiles.
“Hey there. Glad to see you’re here at last. Name’s Sean.”
Viggo smiles. And it seems to him a loose piece of himself has clicked into place.
***
(3)
“Oh, come on, Viggo! You never have a problem in the “picking up” department. Boys and girls fall for your Tortured Artist crap. Bitch.” Viggo laughed as his friend pretended to pout. But he wouldn't be heading out. Just didn't feel like it. He wondered; is this all there is? He decided to take off for a few days instead. Everything sorts itself out in the woods. Nothing else to do but think.
Maybe some poetry will get done. But please, he whispered to himself, no more of the dreary existential crap that seems to be writing itself. Something strong. Something meaningful.
Perhaps it was time to think about whether or not to do Hidalgo. Maybe acting is what is needed. Because he couldn't see himself sitings around in this fog much longer. Something had to give.
---
“Nice work Vig. Bean.”
“Thanks, Orli.” Viggo smiles as he realizes that they had answered Orli at the same time. Jinx? No way. He turns to Sean and notices that he’s smiling, too. They watch Orlando walk to the trailers and head off to Sean’s car. Together.
“Jinx, Vig. Be careful; you mess with a jinx and something is bound to happen to you.”
Viggo reached over and pulled Sean to him by Sean’s shirt. “Maybe I feel like tempting fate. What are you going to do about it?”
“Only something that is completely ‘out of character’, laddie.” Sean caressed Viggo’s shoulder, letting his hand wander down to the small of his back. “Just wait ‘til I get you alone.”
Exactly what Viggo was hoping for.
***
(4)
As the premiers rolled by, one after the other, Viggo would get a few snide remarks.
“That could have been you? Damn!”
“Oh, please. You would have done a much better job that that Copeland fella.”
“Aragorn is supposed to be older than that. Must have needed to stick with that actor after you turfed it. You would have really given the movie some 'Oomph'.”
Viggo snuck into a showing of Return of the King. It was true; he would have done a much better job. And if he had known that the prop department were handing out swords like that one....No. It was a good decision, not accepting that role. Still, the cast made it seem like shooting those films was the best thing that had ever happened to them.
That’s okay, though. His painting was coming back. It was easier, now that he could incorporate that strange sense of loss into his art. Just blame it on The War and no one will be the wiser.
---
“Oh, yeah! Rock and roll!!!” Dom jumped up and down in the limo, rocking it slightly. Several voices rose as one.
“Sit.” “Down.” “Dom!” Hands reached out to slam him back into his seat. Elijah brushed them aside and clasped Dom close to his chest. Dom rested his head on Elijah’s shoulder. He bit his lower lip to stifle the grin, and rocked frantically back and forth in Elijah's arms.
Sean looked at Viggo. "Re-thinking the whole 'one limo' thing, aren’t we?"
"No. It may be chaos in here, but it’ll be the last time we’re all together. At least, in this way." Viggo leaned his head back into the headrest, tilting slightly toward Sean.
"Not the last time we'll be together, Vig."
"Yeah, but this part of our lives is coming to an end. And I hate to say goodbye to something that has meant so much to me. That has changed my life in so many ways."
Sean grabbed Viggo's thigh and shook it roughly. Then, the excuse over with, he slid his hand up further. Just a bit higher. "I'll come see you as soon as shooting wraps."
***
(5)
Viggo was starting to become something of a sensation in the art world. His paintings and collages tapped a certain something that people seemed to be drawn to.
In his studio hours passed, days would go uncounted, as Viggo lost himself in his work.
He went out with a woman he met at a book signing. To "Troy". He dropped the woman back home afterward without apology. Couldn't explain why. He stared out into the night sky and headed back home.
An artist must suffer, I guess.
---
Viggo was starting to become something of a sensation in the art world. His paintings and collages tapped a certain something that people seemed to be drawn to.
In his studio hours passed as Viggo lost himself in his work. But he always knew he couldn't spend his life in there. Life was to be lived.
Anyway, he’d never be allowed to.
"Hey there, Van Gogh! Man doesn't live by paint alone. Eat something, for chrissake. Have a beer at least!" Dramatic pause. "I've got something for you."
Viggo stepped out of his studio, wiping his hands on an old towel. "Oh, yeah? Why don’t you come over here and give it to me?"
"Hey, 'if you want him, come and claim him'."
"Always knew that line would live on." Viggo flew out of the doorway, tacked Sean and crashed through the bedroom door.
An artist must suffer, I guess.
Author:
tyaaFandom: Lotrips
Pairing: VM/SB
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Real guys, fake story. Love ‘em too much to let anyone think this is real.
Feedback: Oh yes, please!
Notes: For the Sliding Doors challenge. Written in 60 minutes. Thanks to
lamath for the reminder to post here! :)***
(1)
“Sorry, Peter. I can’t see myself in this role. Thanks for the offer, though. Hope things go well.”
—
“Sure, I’ve worked it out, and it sounds good. I’ll see you in three days. Thanks, Peter.”
***
(2)
Viggo pushes himself up onto his knees and rolls his shoulders. He swings himself up from a kneeling position in order to take a better look. The painting just doesn’t seem right, somehow. It’s missing something.
He shakes his head rapidly. Backforthbackforth. Nothing gets any clearer.
“I’ll go grab a beer; if I stare at this for very much longer I’ll just end up ruining it.”
But the painting means nothing. And he returns from the bar a few beers heavier, but still empty.
---
Viggo steps out of the Range Rover and sees a strange entourage waiting for him. A giant of a man, dressed as a dwarf. Smaller men dressed as county squires - no; hobbits. Good job. In the distance, a slim, blond-haired man hoists a bow and waves it energetically. He is suddenly wrapped up in handshakes, hugs and goodwill. Viggo barely notices that one other person has emerged from a trailer and has headed his way. Another man.
Rough, but beautiful. The man smiles.
“Hey there. Glad to see you’re here at last. Name’s Sean.”
Viggo smiles. And it seems to him a loose piece of himself has clicked into place.
***
(3)
“Oh, come on, Viggo! You never have a problem in the “picking up” department. Boys and girls fall for your Tortured Artist crap. Bitch.” Viggo laughed as his friend pretended to pout. But he wouldn't be heading out. Just didn't feel like it. He wondered; is this all there is? He decided to take off for a few days instead. Everything sorts itself out in the woods. Nothing else to do but think.
Maybe some poetry will get done. But please, he whispered to himself, no more of the dreary existential crap that seems to be writing itself. Something strong. Something meaningful.
Perhaps it was time to think about whether or not to do Hidalgo. Maybe acting is what is needed. Because he couldn't see himself sitings around in this fog much longer. Something had to give.
---
“Nice work Vig. Bean.”
“Thanks, Orli.” Viggo smiles as he realizes that they had answered Orli at the same time. Jinx? No way. He turns to Sean and notices that he’s smiling, too. They watch Orlando walk to the trailers and head off to Sean’s car. Together.
“Jinx, Vig. Be careful; you mess with a jinx and something is bound to happen to you.”
Viggo reached over and pulled Sean to him by Sean’s shirt. “Maybe I feel like tempting fate. What are you going to do about it?”
“Only something that is completely ‘out of character’, laddie.” Sean caressed Viggo’s shoulder, letting his hand wander down to the small of his back. “Just wait ‘til I get you alone.”
Exactly what Viggo was hoping for.
***
(4)
As the premiers rolled by, one after the other, Viggo would get a few snide remarks.
“That could have been you? Damn!”
“Oh, please. You would have done a much better job that that Copeland fella.”
“Aragorn is supposed to be older than that. Must have needed to stick with that actor after you turfed it. You would have really given the movie some 'Oomph'.”
Viggo snuck into a showing of Return of the King. It was true; he would have done a much better job. And if he had known that the prop department were handing out swords like that one....No. It was a good decision, not accepting that role. Still, the cast made it seem like shooting those films was the best thing that had ever happened to them.
That’s okay, though. His painting was coming back. It was easier, now that he could incorporate that strange sense of loss into his art. Just blame it on The War and no one will be the wiser.
---
“Oh, yeah! Rock and roll!!!” Dom jumped up and down in the limo, rocking it slightly. Several voices rose as one.
“Sit.” “Down.” “Dom!” Hands reached out to slam him back into his seat. Elijah brushed them aside and clasped Dom close to his chest. Dom rested his head on Elijah’s shoulder. He bit his lower lip to stifle the grin, and rocked frantically back and forth in Elijah's arms.
Sean looked at Viggo. "Re-thinking the whole 'one limo' thing, aren’t we?"
"No. It may be chaos in here, but it’ll be the last time we’re all together. At least, in this way." Viggo leaned his head back into the headrest, tilting slightly toward Sean.
"Not the last time we'll be together, Vig."
"Yeah, but this part of our lives is coming to an end. And I hate to say goodbye to something that has meant so much to me. That has changed my life in so many ways."
Sean grabbed Viggo's thigh and shook it roughly. Then, the excuse over with, he slid his hand up further. Just a bit higher. "I'll come see you as soon as shooting wraps."
***
(5)
Viggo was starting to become something of a sensation in the art world. His paintings and collages tapped a certain something that people seemed to be drawn to.
In his studio hours passed, days would go uncounted, as Viggo lost himself in his work.
He went out with a woman he met at a book signing. To "Troy". He dropped the woman back home afterward without apology. Couldn't explain why. He stared out into the night sky and headed back home.
An artist must suffer, I guess.
---
Viggo was starting to become something of a sensation in the art world. His paintings and collages tapped a certain something that people seemed to be drawn to.
In his studio hours passed as Viggo lost himself in his work. But he always knew he couldn't spend his life in there. Life was to be lived.
Anyway, he’d never be allowed to.
"Hey there, Van Gogh! Man doesn't live by paint alone. Eat something, for chrissake. Have a beer at least!" Dramatic pause. "I've got something for you."
Viggo stepped out of his studio, wiping his hands on an old towel. "Oh, yeah? Why don’t you come over here and give it to me?"
"Hey, 'if you want him, come and claim him'."
"Always knew that line would live on." Viggo flew out of the doorway, tacked Sean and crashed through the bedroom door.
An artist must suffer, I guess.
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Date: 2003-05-14 10:09 pm (UTC)Love this description of Sean, Rough, but beautiful Yesss...*g*
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Date: 2003-05-15 06:03 am (UTC)But of course! It's just something about their karma, I guess. Thanks for the feedback!
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Date: 2003-05-15 03:37 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-05-15 06:08 am (UTC)Thanks!