lotrips: Newspaper Clippings 4/? (Orlijah) PG-13

[awritinglilypea]

Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Orlijah eventually, Viggo/Bean
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Only in my head.
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance
Story Summary: Elijah wanted a normal life. But he isn't sure he'll ever be able to have one, given his proclivities for obsession and ritual. He finally has his own apartment, his own life but everything is turned on its head when an angel walks into his life, needing a place to live.
Chapter Summary:Orlando goes to see some of his closest friends, and mentors, tries to work some things out and some of his past is revealed.
Author's Note: Thank you to sparkly_shiny for assuaging my fears about this chapter and giving me a little hand holding when I needed it.

Previous Chapters



“I thought you were staying at your new place tonight,” Sean Bean said to Orlando as he leaned against the doorjamb of his lover’s home, one eyebrow raised speculatively even as he moved out of the way so the young man could walk inside.

Orlando nodded his head, pacing back and forth once he was inside, not even realizing when Viggo Mortensen, his friend and mentor, had to lower his feet from the coffee table so that he could get by.

“I have done something really bloody stupid,” Orlando said, throwing his hands in the air like he was filled with manic energy.

Sean closed the apartment door, realizing he was most likely not going to get some alone time with Viggo anytime soon before he walked over to sit down on the couch, watching Orlando. “What did you do? Don’t tell me you’ve already slept with your new room mate,” he teased lightly.

“Sean,” Viggo chastised in a soft voice, nudging his lover in order to keep him quiet. “What happened, Orlando?” he asked, displaying a near never ending patience.

Orlando slumped down into the arm chair, covering his face with his hands. “I’ve done something so awful.”

Viggo chuckled, rolling his eyes skyward. “Why don’t you tell us what it is and we’ll decide?”

“He is beautiful,” Orlando moaned, feeling quite pathetic, thinking of the fragility he had seen in Elijah’s eyes.

Sean arched an eyebrow, then a smile slid across his face along with a mischievous look in his eyes, “Oh no Viggo, our boy has fallen for his room mate already and he’s not even spent the night.”

Viggo glanced from his lover to Sean, sighing softly. It was like dealing with children, and yet most times Orlando was better behaved.

“You shouldn’t mock him, surely he hasn’t fallen already, he has only known the boy for a few days and one of the first things the kid did was ask Orlando for a background check,” he said practically to Sean.

Orlando groaned shaking his head. “First off, his name is not “boy” or “kid” it’s Elijah, second of all, he is OCD which I probably shouldn’t even be telling you and third...Sean is fucking right, annoyingly so, as always.”

Sean laughed shortly, glancing at Viggo. He quieted after only a moment, feeling properly chastised.

“I thought you didn’t believe in love,” Viggo said in a level voice, observing Orlando closely, almost clinically so as he tried to figure out where the younger man was coming from. There were moments when his young, former charge seemed such, and this was one.

Orlando nodded his head, “I didn’t believe in angels before now, but I have seen one and he possesses such beauty.”

Viggo smiled slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he did so and a sense of pride filled him. “That is wonderful, Orlando.”

Standing Orlando shook his head, doubt filling him, doubt he hadn’t felt in a very long time. He had been alone, for as long as he could remember and he just didn’t know if he could bother again even trying. It hurt too much to try.

But Elijah...Elijah, with his bitten nails, warm hands and hesitant eyes, as blue as anything he’d ever seen.

He seemed worth it.

“I don’t know,” Orlando admitted, rolling his shoulders in a helpless shrug as he bowed his head. “It’s too much.”

He relaxed only a little when Viggo’s strong arms wrapped around him, the older man pressed against his side as a comforting hand rubbed his back.

“We’ve been over this,” Viggo murmured in his ear, a sigh breaking through and Orlando felt his heart clench in guilt. “It’s not too much, Stuart was not the end of your life. You have years to go, and you cannot spend them alone.”

Orlando nodded, tears brimming in his eyes as he nodded. “Elijah has a best friend,” he found himself saying softly, smiling weakly when Viggo didn’t release him and just instead squeezed him tighter, seeming to realize he was coming to some revelation. “When they hugged, I felt...”

“Jealous,” Sean suggested, his voice less harsh and sympathy in his eyes as he supplied the answer Orlando had been grasping for. “It is normal, when you have feelings for someone, to feel jealous when another gets to touch them.”

Viggo nodded, leading Orlando back over to the couch, He gestured for him to sit down, taking a seat next to him when he did so. “You have nothing to fear, a relationship can be an absolutely wonderful thing.”

Nodding for what felt like the millionth time Orlando allowed a small smile, “Relationship? He doesn’t even like to be touched by anyone,” he remembered the first conversation they’d had. “He let me though, but I was wearing these,” he pulled the gloves from his coat pocket.

Viggo and Sean both looked at them in puzzlement, and Orlando couldn’t resist the urge to laugh softly.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,” he told the two older men, still looking amused at their twin expressions of confusion and bemusement. “He bites his nails, and ripped his thumbnail and began bleeding. He keeps these in the first aid kit, most likely to keep from blood contamination or something.”

Viggo made a soft noise of understanding and nodded, “From what you tell me, for someone with that disorder, that shows a certain degree of trust which is excellent, it is the foundation of what could be a strong friendship, if not a relationship.”

“I don’t know what reason I have given him to trust me, I’m a perfect stranger,” Orlando murmured, his brow furrowing and his mind working as quickly as possible to come to an answer for that little bit of information.

“I trusted you when I first met you,” Viggo informed him, smiling when the young man looked at him in surprise. “I did.”

Orlando shook his head, “You’re just being nice.”

Sean snorted lightly in amusement, he’d never known his outspoken and intelligent lover to do anything just to be nice. It was near impossible for Viggo at times to “just be nice” given the topic of conversation, especially if it was politics.

“I’m not, you know better,” Viggo told him, his lips curling upward lightly. “I trusted you on instinct, you are a very open person and the fact that you care about people with your entire being is easy to see in your face, in your eyes.”

Orlando felt his cheeks flush and shrugged his shoulders helplessly, feeling slightly ashamed as emotion caused tears to well again.

“Thank you,” he wrapped Viggo in a hug and kissed his cheek. “If you hadn’t taken me in, I don’t know where I would be.”

It was a lie and none of them spoke to the truth.

He would be dead.

Orlando was forever indebted to the actors, both of them, for giving him his life back and setting him on the right track after the disaster which had been his relationship at the age of seventeen.

Viggo patted his back and then released him, “Now, where are you staying tonight? Because you are more than welcome to take your room here despite what this grumpy bastard says.”

Sean made a noise of protest which left Orlando chuckling softly.
“No, it’s fine,” Orlando stood up, “I just need to grab some things and then you won’t see me until tomorrow when I come to grab the rest of my stuff.” He walked to his room and came back a few moments later, stopping when Sean stepped in front of him.

The fair haired man studied Orlando for a moment, grasping his upper arms firmly before he pulled him into a hug, wrapping his arms around the younger Brit.

Orlando smiled, sliding his arms around Sean’s waist he stayed there for as long as he was held. “You’ve gone soft.”

Sean growled playfully and patted his cheek, “You’re always welcome here boy.”

Smiling wider, Orlando nodded, ducking his head lightly. “I know I am, just so long as one of you hasn’t been gone on a long shoot,” he teased cheekily, moving out of the way of Sean’s grasping hands and picking his bags up.

“Don’t forget to call your mother,” Viggo told Orlando, smiling warmly at him.

“Ta,” Orlando waved to them both before leaving the house he’d called a home for ten years.

It was a new beginning, a fresh beginning.

For the second time in his life Orlando Bloom was ready to find his place in the world.

Comments

[jovi-diva.livejournal.com]

And the goodness continues! I just can't believe you have this...in you just sitting there waiting for the page! It's impressive and I just loved this look at Orlando.

Keep it coming babe! I'm really enjoying the story.

[awritinglilypea.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you mean by that exactly, but thank you :)

[sparkly-shiny.livejournal.com]

Oh, darling, I love it. Yay Viggo! *bounces happily* And I like Sean being his lover. I also like how you've got Sean having this rough kind of side. Each of the characters are different in their own way, and you did a great job contrasting the different traits. Viggo is so nice and so lovely and so sweet and yes, this made me smile. You are a phenomenal writer and I am already squeeing at what will come next!

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[awritinglilypea.livejournal.com]

Haha I knew you would be excited about Viggo, and Sean actually came as a surprise for me.

I am glad you like it, but right now I am unsure about what comes next lol