Lotrips: Yellow 1/1 (Viggorli) PG
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awritinglilypeaTitle: Yellow
Fandom: LotRips
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff, angst
Prompt:Interview with Viggo
When did you last cry, and why?
Last night, because of a beautiful thing someone told me on the phone.
Summary: Orlando is yellow to him, courage, hazard, warmth.
Warnings: Fluff.
As always thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sparkly_shiny for beta'ing for me and attempting to assure me this is not complete shit.
Yellow.
Orlando was vibrant yellow to him.
It symbolized so many different things for him, for everyone and every symbolic meaning to him just screamed Orlando.
Warmth, like his lover’s silk skin and his loving smile, his brown eyes filled up with affection.
Nourishing.
Orlando liked to take care of him, to ensure he would eat the whole sandwich instead of eating simply the lettuce out of the sandwich. He would make him stir fry, tacos, anything that Viggo felt like eating on that particular night.
He had learned in India that yellow was a symbol of a merchant, a symbolic meaning which made him smile, because his lover could sell a person the clothes off their own back if he tried.
Hope.
Orlando had given him hope for his future. He didn’t need to worry about what music would be playing at his funeral, or even who would show up, because he would no longer need to be concerned about dying alone.
Hazards.
His lover was a walking hazard, and it made Viggo smile. He couldn’t remember a morning they’d lived together when Orlando hadn’t somehow managed to hurt himself by tripping over his own feet, or the dog, or stubbing his toes.
Viggo liked being able to kiss it all better, and he thought Orlando liked it too.
Courage.
Viggo had never known another person to display such courage as Orlando did, stepping out of a trailer and boldly introducing himself to every cast member and every crew member, despite it being his first film.
He’d never known anyone to return from a broken back, and hardly flinch when he fell off a horse and broke a rib.
Mourning.
That was what he was doing right now, as Orlando was someone he had not seen in six months and he felt like a piece of him was missing.
He stared at the canvas in front of him, a chill in his bones as he did so. Need rushed through him, leaving him breathless.
The phone rang and he hurried toward it, picking it up quickly, “Hello,” he knew he sounded breathless.
“I’m coming home tomorrow,” Orlando’s voice was clear as a bell, and he was so filled with excitement that Viggo felt like the sun was shining down on him.
He closed his eyes, his joy bubbling over as he wept.
His sunshine was coming back to him.
Fandom: LotRips
Pairing: Viggorli
Rating: PG
Complete: Yes
Genre: Fluff, angst
Prompt:Interview with Viggo
When did you last cry, and why?
Last night, because of a beautiful thing someone told me on the phone.
Summary: Orlando is yellow to him, courage, hazard, warmth.
Warnings: Fluff.
As always thank you
sparkly_shiny for beta'ing for me and attempting to assure me this is not complete shit.Yellow.
Orlando was vibrant yellow to him.
It symbolized so many different things for him, for everyone and every symbolic meaning to him just screamed Orlando.
Warmth, like his lover’s silk skin and his loving smile, his brown eyes filled up with affection.
Nourishing.
Orlando liked to take care of him, to ensure he would eat the whole sandwich instead of eating simply the lettuce out of the sandwich. He would make him stir fry, tacos, anything that Viggo felt like eating on that particular night.
He had learned in India that yellow was a symbol of a merchant, a symbolic meaning which made him smile, because his lover could sell a person the clothes off their own back if he tried.
Hope.
Orlando had given him hope for his future. He didn’t need to worry about what music would be playing at his funeral, or even who would show up, because he would no longer need to be concerned about dying alone.
Hazards.
His lover was a walking hazard, and it made Viggo smile. He couldn’t remember a morning they’d lived together when Orlando hadn’t somehow managed to hurt himself by tripping over his own feet, or the dog, or stubbing his toes.
Viggo liked being able to kiss it all better, and he thought Orlando liked it too.
Courage.
Viggo had never known another person to display such courage as Orlando did, stepping out of a trailer and boldly introducing himself to every cast member and every crew member, despite it being his first film.
He’d never known anyone to return from a broken back, and hardly flinch when he fell off a horse and broke a rib.
Mourning.
That was what he was doing right now, as Orlando was someone he had not seen in six months and he felt like a piece of him was missing.
He stared at the canvas in front of him, a chill in his bones as he did so. Need rushed through him, leaving him breathless.
The phone rang and he hurried toward it, picking it up quickly, “Hello,” he knew he sounded breathless.
“I’m coming home tomorrow,” Orlando’s voice was clear as a bell, and he was so filled with excitement that Viggo felt like the sun was shining down on him.
He closed his eyes, his joy bubbling over as he wept.
His sunshine was coming back to him.
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Date: 2010-03-14 05:42 am (UTC)This is great! It's fabulous! It's beautiful and I'm still utterly amazed at how good you are at making me want to cry with so few words on a page.
QUIT SAYING YOUR STUFF IS SHITTASTIC!!! It's not!
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Date: 2010-03-14 06:32 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it.