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Title: "Temporary Monogamy" (11/27)
Author: Brenda ([livejournal.com profile] azewewish)
Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean (Karl Urban/Sean Bean)
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven (and Epilogue) |



"...so there we were in the middle of this muddy-ass trail, and the fucking kea's just flown off with our lunch, and still no one's come around the corner, and it's getting on, y'know, so finally, I turn to Karl and Viggo and say, fuck it, let's drink a toast to the dear departed garden gnome and call it a night." Sean puffed out a plume of smoke as he finished the story, then passed the joint to Orlando. Beyond them, the flowers of Sean's small garden – not as large as Harry's, but well-looked after by Sean (and sometimes Karl) – slumbered in the post-twilight gloom, petals furling into themselves, waiting for dawn. It was Orlando's favorite place to unwind after a long day.

"Fuck me, mate, I can't believe they talked you into going on that hike without a guide," Orlando said, after taking his own deep drag. "Karl must've promised something way outside the norm."

"It were a good night, let's leave it there," Sean grinned, and rubbed at the bristles of his beard. He had the whitest teeth Orlando had ever seen.

"Say no more. It's good you two have a, um, healthy sex life."

"I almost believe you mean that."

"I do mean it. I'd just, uh, rather not know the, y'know, pertinent details."

"I think the word you want is prurient." Sean's voice was even raspier than normal from the pot.

"That, too."

"Speaking of," Sean dipped his head, studied Orlando out of cool, green eyes. "How's your hunt going?"

"Horribly." Orlando dropped his head. "I had no idea finding a short-term girlfriend could be such a problem." Eight bazillion bad and semi-bad dates later, and he was still no closer to finding that elusive someone that Viggo assured him would get him through the next year or however long was left of shooting.

Deirdre had been fantastic in the sack (Orlando had very fond memories of her enthusiasm), but had been so unbearably stupid that Orlando hadn't been able to hack it after a few dates.

Natalie had been altogether the chattiest woman he had ever met. And had been creepily obsessed with her three toy-poodles. Orlando was all about the animal love, but he drew the line at hiring a pet sitter for an hour-long dinner, and calling to check up on said animals every fifteen minutes. He didn't want to contemplate trying to vie for her attention with the dogs, especially since he had a sneaking suspicion he'd lose.

Carol'd been entertaining and witty beyond belief, but had confessed over the course of their date that she thought she might be a lesbian. Orlando had listened sympathetically to her plight, but had privately wondered if she'd taken one look at him and sworn off cock forever. It had been that sort of week.

"Could be you're looking in the wrong place," Sean said, interrupting Orlando's thoughts.

"Yeah," Orlando replied slowly, giving the advice the weight it deserved. "You're probably right. God knows, I've got to stop letting Craig set me up. You got any ideas?"

"No, sorry." Sean spread his hands wide, the motion tightening his shirt across a thickly muscled chest. All of that running around and sword-wielding was paying off in spades, apparently. They were all getting more fit, but Sean was approaching ridiculous levels. "I think you've met all of my lady friends. Karl's, too, for that matter."

Which was another problem, as most of the women that Karl and Sean had introduced him to were panting after either one or both of them, and not at all interested in giving Orlando the time of day. It was slightly depressing. Then again, if given a choice, Orlando knew he'd have picked Karl or Sean over himself as well.

"Back to the drawing board, then," he said aloud, and reached for the joint, his fingers brushing Sean's. "Gonna be a long shoot."

"You don't have to do this, you know."

"I know, you keep saying. I just...I want something, y'know? Like what you and Karl have or like what Viggo's got with Priscilla."

Sean's look was skeptical, at best. "I don't think that's what you really want."

"Maybe. Maybe I do want more than friends with benefits. But I'm hardly likely to get it now, am I?"

"You're never too old to have the relationship you deserve," Sean said softly and, in his voice, Orlando heard way too much regret.

"Yeah? You really believe that?" It sounded like a great dream, but the reality of Orlando's life so far would suggest different.

"Aye, I do. Explains the marriages, I guess," Sean shrugged, the motion self-deprecating.

Orlando knocked his fist against Sean's knee. "Hey, now, as you're always telling me, it takes two to mamba or foxtrot or whatever. Maybe you weren't meant to be with them, but no one can fault you for trying."

An indefinable emotion flittered across Sean's face, but it was gone too fast for Orlando to try and discern it. "You're a good man, Orlando," Sean said. "Far better than I was at your age."

Orlando always forgot how contemplative Sean got while he was stoned. Time to lighten the mood. "I have no idea what you're on about. I still dream about growing up to be like you."

Sean chuckled, and the sound warmed Orlando deep inside. He hated it when Sean talked about his mistakes as if they were failures to overcome instead of opportunities to learn from. "Besides," he continued, "I'm still hoping to learn all of your acting techniques so I can steal the role of Sharpe from you."

"You could play him." Sean made a point of looking Orlando up and down. "You've got the physicality for it."

"Yeah?' Orlando couldn't help the grin at the compliment. "It'd be lovely to get a chance to play parts like that."

"You'll get it," Sean assured him, his voice a hiss from the smoke. "This thing...it's gonna be huge."

"If it's not, it won't be for lack of trying." Orlando could feel the pot working its magic, slowing everything down. Just what he needed. "I mean, I know it's my first real film and all, but I never imagined anything like, uh, y'know, this. I mean, the level and detail, y'know..."

"Beyond anything I've been a part of," Sean agreed. His words were also slowing. Either that, or Orlando's hearing was.

"And you were, man, today, you were..." Orlando searched for the right word. "...Amazing," he finished, lamely.

"Ah, well, Elijah made it easy, didn't he? He's a real pro, that one."

For all that everyone babied the hell out of Lij, they were all, to a man, proud as hell of him. "He's really carrying. Astin says he's constantly reading over the books between takes."

"If Peter can pull this off, it'll be one for the ages."

"You..." Orlando leaned in, almost embarrassed that he was even thinking this. "You think we'll still be like this? I mean, down the line?"

Gentle fingers ruffled Orlando's hair, the gesture comforting. "I think we'll always be friends," Sean replied softly, his gaze warm and open. "Whether we see each other as often as we'd like, well, that's the future. And who knows," he added, with a quick wink, "maybe Peter'll do 'The Hobbit' next and we can all throw a reunion party."

If Orlando's answering smile was a little watery, he could always blame it on being stoned. "As long as Karl's catering."

"And Bernard brings the alcohol," Sean added.

"And Viggo doesn't sing," they said together, and laughed, the sound carrying in the slight breeze.


***

"What's on the agenda for tonight?" Dom asked, humming along to 'Strength' by The Alarm as Mary fussed over him, and worked on applying his ears. Dom had a massive weakness for Irish anthem rock, which meant that Elijah was forever referring to him as Dumbo Bono, which made absolutely no sense, even after Elijah'd explained it. ("On account of Dom's ears, right, and, see, U2's, like, an Irish rock band, so...oh, never mind.")

Americans and their humor. If Orlando lived to be a hundred, he'd never get it.

"Dunno," Orlando replied. "Sean mentioned popping 'round for dinner with him and Karl and maybe the game..."

"Sean again." Dom's long-suffering sigh was worthy of awards. "Honestly, Orlando, if you were a bird, you'd be one of his harem."

"Aren't you a card."

"Seriously, mate. Keep some different company. I know he's the Great Sean Bean and all, but me and Bils haven't seen you in ages."

"You see me every day."

"Or-lan-do..."

"Alright, alright, I'm in." Anything to get Dom to stop whinging at him.

"Good."

"But, if we're doing dinner, we can't go back to that one place with the dodgy curry." Just so it was clear. Worst meal he'd ever had.

"Of course not. Lij is sick of them, anyway. We're trying out someplace new," Dom explained, with an airy wave of his hands. "Even Astin's on board for blowing off some steam tonight, and you know how rare that is. It'll be a proper Hobbit party."

Orlando grunted in disbelief. "I'm surprised he's agreed to be seen in public with you again after that unbearably mental girl chased him into that tree like that."

"I wasn't the only one laughing," Dom protested.

"No," Orlando conceded, "but you were the one who pissed on his shoe later on that night."

"It was an accident."

"All the same," Orlando said, and closed his eyes so Beth could make his eyes look more ethereal and Elf-like, "maybe you should ease up on the mango shots tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah, alright." Dom didn't sound too thrilled about it. "But if I do, then we have to go dancing. You remember dancing?"

"I remember that you can't," Orlando joked, and opened his eyes in time to duck out of the way when Dom threw a makeup towel at his head.

***

When Sean stepped through Viggo's back gate, he wasn't surprised at all to see that Viggo was on his porch, despite the insane hour. Bloody man kept later hours than a club. Tonight, Viggo was experimenting with color techniques, it looked like – although the painting (if it could be called that) was more an exercise in slap-dash and something like his daughter Molly would create rather than the Pollack-esque technique Viggo was undoubtedly going for. Provided Viggo even had a technique at all and wasn't simply slapping paint on a canvas because he'd run out of furniture to torture.

"Little late for you," Viggo commented, as he removed a thin paintbrush from between his teeth. His feet were bare and also covered in paint flecks, as were his jeans and t-shirt.

"You've got an earlier wakeup call than I do," Sean countered, and stopped when he got to the canvas. He studied it for a moment, rocking back on his heels, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans. "I sincerely hope you're not planning on trying to sell this."

Viggo's grin was dimpled and a little evil. "It's for Peter's office."

"New prank, then?"

Viggo just grinned, and went back to flinging putrid orange at the print. "There's beer in the fridge."

Sean took the hint, and brought out two when he came back out to the porch. He set one on the small table by Viggo (hoping he wouldn't use it to clean his brushes, simply because that would be a waste of perfectly good alcohol) and took the nearest chair.

"Karl kick you out of bed?" Viggo asked, without turning. Sean was happy to see he actually picked up his bottle to drink from it.

"He left about an hour ago. Silly bugger seems to think I'd keep him up if he stayed, and he's got a 5 A.M. call."

"I wonder why he'd think that."

"I was put out at the thought I'm a bad influence, I'll admit," Sean replied, and watched Viggo for a long while, enjoying the night and the company. In spite of all of Viggo's admitted eccentricities, there was an eerie calm center about him that made it easy to do nothing more than sit around him while doing nothing and feel at peace.

"Can I ask you something?"

Viggo shrugged and turned, taking another sip of his beer. "When has my permission or lack thereof ever stopped you?"

Sean chuffed out a small laugh, then sobered. "What...what do you think about Orlando?"

"In general, or is there something specific?"

Sean peered up, squinting a little from the porch lights. "Karl has this mad idea that I'd be good for him." Ever since Karl had mentioned it, Sean had found himself thinking about it at the oddest times. If this was simply one of Karl's pranks, it was a masterpiece.

Viggo, however, seemed to take it seriously. "I think Karl could be on to something," he drawled, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

Clearly, Sean was smoking a different strand of pot than Viggo and Karl. "You both do realize he's not bisexual?"

"So?" Viggo shrugged. "I'm not bisexual and I'd do you."

Sean opened his mouth to reply, then thought the better of it. He really didn't want to know. Or to contemplate the idea further. "As I was saying, both of you are daft as trees. I don't feel that way about him."

"Not surprised," Viggo said, and idly picked up a bowl that held what looked like newspaper clippings. Without even looking at the painting, he started tossing them onto it. "Considering who's warming your bed, I'd be surprised if you'd so much as looked at anyone else."

"Precisely." And Sean was quite happy with his current arrangement, thank you.

"But you and Orlando have a connection," Viggo continued, as if Sean had never spoken. "However you pursue that...well, I'd say that's between the two of you."

Sean groaned, and dropped his head in his hands. "I should've known better than to come to you for advice."

He could practically hear Viggo's grin. "Hell, Sean, if you wanted coherence, you should've gone to Bernard. What do you think?"

Reluctantly, Sean lifted his head and looked at the canvas. "I think it's hideous."

Viggo beamed at him like Sean had said he'd just won the lotto. "Perfect."

"I'd blame your insanity on the island, but I think you were like this to begin with."

"We've all got to start somewhere," Viggo agreed, amiably.

Indeed, Sean thought, and went back to nursing his beer in silence.


(To Be Continued)

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Date: 2009-01-18 05:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doylebaby.livejournal.com
Reluctantly, Sean lifted his head and looked at the canvas. "I think it's hideous."

Viggo beamed at him like Sean had said he'd just won the lotto. "Perfect."


*cackles* That's Viggo for you and Sean's asking him for advice...

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right, what the hell was Sean thinking. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-18 05:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] angiepen.livejournal.com
Orlando had listened sympathetically to her plight, but had privately wondered if she'd taken one look at him and sworn off cock forever. It had been that sort of week.

Image (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v627/AngiePen/rollyman.gif)

[cough]

I get the impression that Sean's wandering around looking for someone who'll tell him what he wants to hear. Which appears to be something along the lines of, "Don't be daft! Karl was obviously taking the piss!" so he (Sean) can laugh along and then forget the whole Orlando thing. He's not having much luck, unfortunately. :D

Angie

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Oh, I'm sure that's exactly what Sean is doing. *g* But it's too late, cat's out of the bag, etc.

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Date: 2009-01-18 05:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dienw.livejournal.com
"Hell, Sean, if you wanted coherence, you should've gone to Bernard...

wonderful!

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right, who goes to VIGGO for advice????????

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistry89.livejournal.com
"So?" Viggo shrugged. "I'm not bisexual and I'd do you." *g* He may ramble on occasions, but that makes it clear - Viggo thinks Orlando is gettable, so go get him, Sean!

I agree with Angie, Sean is looking for someone to help him shrug this notion away (won't work!). Wonder where he will try next?

Thank you :)

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I think I'd be more disturbed over the idea of Viggo wanting to do me if I was Sean. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-21 01:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mistry89.livejournal.com
Sean knows Viggo has "eclectic tastes" - he'd probably see it more as a quirk of Viggo's than a realistic assessment of his own level of desirability *g*

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Date: 2009-01-18 06:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackieville.livejournal.com
*cuddles Sean* Going to Viggo for advice. Poor boy! *g*

*squishes*

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I know, right, he must be desperate. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-18 07:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alex-quine.livejournal.com
I think it's the unexplained fate of "the dear departed garden gnome" that exemplifies the amiable insanity of this series...fun...great fun.

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I'd love to hear the story of the garden gnome myself!! *g*

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Date: 2009-01-18 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chrismm.livejournal.com
Finally got all caught up!

This is awesome. *glee!!*

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yaye, so glad it's still working for you!!!!

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Date: 2009-01-18 07:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] afra-schatz.livejournal.com
You know that if you were a sherpa, I'd follow you up the Himalaja just wearing my underwear, yeah? Because I trust you so implicitely with getting these characters right and each time you surprise me in making it even better than I could ever have anticipated.

I adore the way you shift focus from just Orlando to Sean and Orlando in this and the previous chapter without it feeling like a big change or a gap or anything. I adore even more how you characterise the two of them and let me say sorry in advance because none of what I could write now would do this justice.

I love how they are equals and how they feel both so similar and at the same time quite different. I love how much Orlando still genuinely worships Sean for his acting talent and how it's so believable when he says that he wants to grow up to be like Sean (and not just talking about acting here). I love how in saying this he doesn't become the younger-weaker-naive one at all, quite the contrary because that he's saying it in this situation is of course also to lighten Sean's mood and be there for him.

I love how you write their approach on... well, thinking. How everything that happens around Orlando is instantly soaked up and how Orlando's thoughts always reflect that he has a very firm grasp on reality and that he's mature enough to not take everything all that seriously. The bit about him regretting that Sean sees parts of his past as failures and not as chances is probably my favourite bit of this chapter, because it shows so much about Sean and about how Orlando gets him - and it's a nice 'preview' into their relationship imo, Orlando being there to make sure that Seean doesn't get to deeply into the self-destructive brooding.

As for Sean - in previous comments it's been said that he seems to be waiting for someone to tell him Karl was just joking (or not) and it's lovely how you reflect that in writing his perspective. Different from Orlando, who "organises" his world by commenting (mostly with irony) on everything in his head, Sean's pov seems much more "held back", like he's still just taking stock without having come to a definite conclusion. It's great to see a different approach to the whole... thinking-thing, even though (and that's what I LOVE) both Sean and Orlando are initially the same. Brooding Brits, as Miranda would call it, and both very earnest and serious characters without being overly stuffy or well, boring.

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Date: 2009-01-21 03:52 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Personally, I think that we'd just wind up following each other around all over the place. *g* But I'm all for heading to the Himalayas to smoke pot & talk writing, man.

I do have to admit that I am more than a little in love with this Orlando, if I can say that. I've always wanted to do his 'coming-of-age' story, so the fact that it seems to be working? Omg, that so totally rocks out loud. *laughs*

I'm also thrilled that you're catching onto how similar, yet different, Orlando & Sean are. It was so important for me for their relationship to be grounded in love & trust & friendship first.

SO glad you haven't run screaming for the hills, btw. *g*

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Date: 2009-01-18 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vienna80er.livejournal.com
"Honestly, Orlando, if you were a bird, you'd be one of his harem." *g* He already is. He just doesn't know it.

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Exactly right. *g* But he'll get there.

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Date: 2009-01-18 08:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hurinhouse.livejournal.com
methinks dear sean protests too much. i love the joint sharing scene. and viggo rocks - would love to see this painting he's devised for peter.

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
I think I'd be afraid to see the painting. *g* Poor Peter.

Glad it's still working for you!!

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Date: 2009-01-18 10:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] january-snow.livejournal.com
Provided Viggo even had a technique at all and wasn't simply slapping paint on a canvas because he'd run out of furniture to torture.

*maybe* that's my favourite line, but just maybe, there are so many good ones again! i like how Sean and Orlando are indeed good for each other, as their little reassurances and understanding of each other show.

and I love Viggo. wise man, after all. looking forward to seeing how that idea that Karl planted in Sean's head will develop further.

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Yeah, if Sean & Orlando really stopped to think about it, they wouldn't be all that surprised that other people are picking up on their chemistry. *g*

Also, it's fun to write a slightly mental Viggo.

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Date: 2009-01-18 11:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] spazzer-mctwich.livejournal.com
screw needing to be bi, who wouldn't do Sean: ;)

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Exactly!!! *g*

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Date: 2009-01-19 01:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] amygirl.livejournal.com
Oh this just continues to be gorgeous. Just perfect. :-)

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thank you, baby!!! *hugs*

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Date: 2009-01-19 03:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] giselleslash.livejournal.com
I would say I'm very gently pushing Bean toward realization, and Orlando's pants, but who am I kidding? I'm shoving that man like hell wouldn't have it *g*

I also think adore Viggo and his hideous painting for Peter a little too much. I'm seriously thinking of redoing one of my bedroom walls with blotches of orange paint and newspaper clippings...although thinking of newspaper, Viggo and art projects I'm now picturing him making a papier mache pinata.

Hm, or maybe a sheep to give to Karl.

Yeah. Probably the sheep.

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Dude, I wanted them to fuck, like, 5 parts ago. Silly boys. *g*

I really love the idea of the painting. I hope it really happened and that Peter still has it hanging up. And that Viggo paints one for Guillermo.

(Also, if the sheep pinata shows up, it's all YOUR FAULT.)

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Date: 2009-01-21 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] giselleslash.livejournal.com
And I'll be waiting for that sheep pinata.

Fingers crossed it will show up during someone's sexcapades.

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Date: 2009-01-22 09:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
Marvelous gift, a sheep shaped pinata -- the kind with a black face and cute little black hooves. Hung it in the bedroom, just off the foot of the bed, so we could see it and laugh. The ceiling's not high enough really, we have to keep ducking to keep from banging into it. Though the truth is it's been bumped into so often two legs are repaired. Ewe wrappings. Still it's pretty funny. Till it was taken out by the back-swing of a crop. *egads I can see it* It was full of Garage Sale Poker Night winnings.

Sorry. It's almost 5am and I need to sleep.

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Date: 2009-01-19 07:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dellastarr.livejournal.com
You know the thing I always loved about your writing was how everything felt as if one really was the proverbial fly on the wall, but it's more than that voyeur mentality.

Your dialogue is so perfect. Every time I read anything, I am not a watcher... this is precision, involvement. Going to go dig my LOTRips files out and have that discovery again.

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Thanks, baby, that's quite the compliment. :) I suppose all of that obsessive time with the guys has to be good for something, right?

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Date: 2009-01-21 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dellastarr.livejournal.com
That and your brilliance as a writer!

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Date: 2009-01-21 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
N'aww, thank you, baby!

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Date: 2009-01-19 01:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rifleman-s.livejournal.com
""And Viggo doesn't sing," they said together, and laughed, the sound carrying in the slight breeze."

Poor man - belittling not only his singing, but his artwork, too!!! *grin*

It seems Sean and Orlando are made for each other, but neither can quite see it. I guess you're right, though, that Orlando would be the polar opposite of Karl . . . so it might take a while to convince Sean!

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Have you heard Viggo sing? *g*

And I dunno that Orlando is Karl's polar opposite so much as he's just different. He & Sean need each other in a different way. :) But, yeah, getting them there will be a chore.

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Date: 2009-01-19 02:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blueskydancers.livejournal.com
Just amazing - I am enjoying this story so much...

Your dialogue is priceless and your take on Viggo is classic - along with most everyone else I agree that Sean thinks he has been thinking about Orlando too much and is looking for someone to tell him that Karl has it all wrong.

*Hugs*

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Date: 2009-01-21 12:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Aww, thank you, baby, so glad you're enjoying it!!!

And yeah, I agree, poor Sean's not going to get much in the way of reinforcements on his side. ;)

Temporary monogamy

Date: 2009-01-19 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] argentine65.livejournal.com
Poor Sean, seeking advice from Viggo. Anyway I like that "In spite of all of Viggo's admitted eccentricities, there was an eerie calm center about him that made it easy to do nothing more than sit around him while doing nothing and feel at peace." I really like this story. Thank you for sharing it. Martha

Re: Temporary monogamy

Date: 2009-01-21 12:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Well, Viggo does have his good points. *g* He's not ALL crazy-cakes.

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Date: 2009-01-22 09:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sparkedbylore.livejournal.com
Deirdre had been fantastic in the sack (Orlando had very fond memories of her enthusiasm), but had been so unbearably stupid that Orlando hadn't been able to hack it after a few dates.
Got what you deserve Orlando, dear.

"You're never too old to have the relationship you deserve," Sean said softly and, in his voice, Orlando heard way too much regret.
Umm. Both are hanging in there for the "real thing".

Americans and their humor. If Orlando lived to be a hundred, he'd never get it.
*lol* And not just because it's 4am.

In spite of all of Viggo's admitted eccentricities, there was an eerie calm center about him that made it easy to do nothing more than sit around him while doing nothing and feel at peace.
That's a lovely description. I don't suppose just having people fall asleep while in my company would be enough to claim an eerie, calm center? No, I didn't really think so. *smirk*

"So?" Viggo shrugged. "I'm not bisexual and I'd do you."
*wiggles fingers for attention* Me too.

He could practically hear Viggo's grin.
I think I heard it too.

Poor Peter. Is it going to be a gift so he has to be nice and say 'thank you'?

Thank you.

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Date: 2009-01-23 07:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Exactly man, stop fucking dumb women, give a smart guy a chance. ;)

Poor Peter is indeed going to have to do the 'thank you, it looks, um, interesting' thing. I sort of love that Viggo's that evil.

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Date: 2009-01-22 06:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krazykitten46.livejournal.com
First this fic than a little ego stroking. I love Sean's attitude toward the whole Orlando situation. I wonder how long it will take to give into the idea of the two of them. I wonder about Orlando too. The "Hobbit" comment was precious so when is Pete going to get going on that?

Now on to Claimed. It has kept me enthralled for several days now. I found the whole thing on Faded Ink and drove in with eagerness and relish. All I could clearly remember of the story besides that fact that I loved it and it was a vamp fic was Orlando's bellybutton ring. *snickers* I forgot about the eternal idiots, busybody Viggo and all the crazy naughty goings on between the most precious quartet in LOTR fic history. Congrats again to both of you. I did have a question or two though. Why did Karl call Harry puppy? How did Harry and Orlando's family react to their change? And whatever happened to adorable Jake? If this helps to poke your muses I'd be very happy but a simple answer would surfice. Loved the reread and the new parts that I found. *hugs*

bon

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Date: 2009-01-22 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
You do know they are making The Hobbit, right? They're in the process of hammering out the scripts, but it's scheduled to be released December 2011.

As far as Claimed goes, thank you, we had a great time writing it. Karl calls Harry puppy because Harry IS a puppy - if you read the prequel fics, then you know that he's about a 100 or so years younger, and you also get an idea about Harry's family. As far as Jake goes, that hasn't been written yet. :)

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Date: 2009-01-22 07:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] krazykitten46.livejournal.com
Yes, I do know that Pete is "working" on it but being in the circles I am it seems like we have been hearing about it forever. Just impatient I guess.

Calling him puppy because he was younger than Karl would be my first choice, just wondering if there was anything else to it. Love to see more if and when the muses cooperate.

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Date: 2009-03-29 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kitty-trio.livejournal.com
Oh man, this slow development... watching Sean and Orlando grow, and inch by inch grow closer, perfection. But yeah, poor Seanie, going to Viggo for advice *pets him* Although that was a lovely scene between them

In spite of all of Viggo's admitted eccentricities, there was an eerie calm center about him that made it easy to do nothing more than sit around him while doing nothing and feel at peace.

Yeah, that. Thanks!!

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Date: 2009-04-01 05:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] azewewish.livejournal.com
Viggo is completely insane, but he's got his moments. :) Sean could have done far worse.

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