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awritinglilypea) wrote2010-08-04 10:59 pm
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LotRips Fic: Newspaper Clippings 12/22 (Orlijah Eventually) PG-13
Title: Newspaper Clippings
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Orlijah eventually, Viggo/Bean
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Only in my head.
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance.
Chapter Summary: Elijah meets Dom's boyfriend, accepts an apology, causes another argument and then Orlando comes home.
Author's Note: This will be the last chapter until most likely August 19th due to exams, however following August 19th is the two weeks in between summer and fall semesters and at that point I hope to finish this.
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Elijah didn’t know how long he went looking for Orlando, checking his favourite places. The record shop on McLaren, the antiques shop on Fifth, and he even stopped by Viggo and Sean’s, although he didn’t buzz up or ask to be let in because they were Orlando’s, not his.
He trudged home, normally being the kind of person to enjoy the sun on his face. He didn’t even look up, blue eyes squinting, like he normally would when it emerged from behind the clouds.
Orlando wasn’t in the apartment either, and he felt his shoulders slump, feeling like the sheer weight of his disappointment might stagger him.
It wasn’t long after he got home and made himself some mac and cheese (his favourite food) and ate, or rather, forced himself to, that there was a knock on the door. He got up so quickly that he almost landed on his face as his sock feet slipped on the floor, and he hurried for the door, throwing it open.
“Oh,” he said in a soft voice when he saw Dom standing there. “Hi,” his murmured, barely above a whisper.
“Hey,” Dom’s voice came out stilted and Elijah began to realize that this was just as awkward for him, trying to make things right even as worry nagged at the back of his mind about Orlando. “Can we come in?”
Elijah’s eyes darted quickly to the other man standing there, and he swallowed heavily around the panic that threatened to choke him. He didn’t necessarily do well with new people. “S-Sure,” he stepped back, his hands tightening into fists as he watched the other man, and then Dom.
“Shoes off, luv,” Dom muttered to the man in a tone Elijah had never heard from him before. It was one filled with love and he turned away, feeling like he was intruding on some part of his best friend’s life he’d never truly been privy to.
“Certainly,” the man responded in a thickly accented voice that made Elijah feel comfortable immediately, or maybe it was just the way he spoke the word and then he heard the sound of shoes being slipped off and put in the rack by the door.
“Is that good ‘Lij?” Dom asked him and Elijah spun around, looking first at the man’s feet, seeing clean black socks and then to the rack where the shoes had been placed perfectly next to his and then Dom’s next to them.
Elijah nodded, picking at the hem of his sweater nervously. He nodded again without thinking, then a third time, at which point he realized and swore at himself in his mind.
Dom studied him for a moment then turned to his lover, “This is Billy, ‘Lij. Billy Boyd. I told you about him.”
Eyes lighting up, Elijah did remember talk of the Scot, and looked him over once more, seeing easily why Dom would be taken in by him, from the mop of devil-may-care blond hair on his head to the smile seeming to tug permanently at his lips.
“It’s nice to meet you Billy,” he took a deep breath and then extended his hand to shake, meeting his eyes. “I have heard things about you,” he said in a clipped tone then winced, because even to his own ears it sounded rude.
Billy arched an eyebrow and looked at Dom, clearly wondering if he should shake Elijah’s hand or not.
“‘Lij,” Dom said, in a tone filled with worry.
“Oh, don’t worry, as long as he washes it should be fine,” Elijah’s voice was more caustic than he would have liked, but maybe he truly was getting sick of being babied constantly.
“Very well then,” Billy walked over to the kitchen sink and turned it on, pumping some liquid soap into his hands he washed them, humming happy birthday under his breath twice before grabbing some paper towel and drying them off, turning off the tap with the towel which he then dropped into the trash.
“Not what I meant,” Elijah whispered. Realizing how the comment had been taken, he reached out and shook Billy’s hand solidly.
Dom looked between his lover and his best friend and frowned deeper.
Elijah hated himself for wishing they would go away but it was what he wanted at right that moment. He wanted them gone and Orlando back.
“Let’s sit, shall we?” Dom asked, gesturing to the couch. “I came to introduce you to Billy and to apologize, ‘Lij.”
Nodding, Elijah sat down on the small love-seat across from them, tucking his hands under his legs. As he did so his eyes darted to the doors, wishing for the jingle of keys or even the familiar whistle.
“It’s okay,” he told Dom, not really listening to anything he was saying. He wanted Orlando home, wanted him back.
Desperation made him tremble lightly but he got himself under control when he noticed the way Billy was eyeing him cautiously.
“I’m gonna go wait in the car,” Billy told Dom and kissed him, igniting a spark of jealousy within Elijah and several ugly emotions that he didn’t know he possessed.
In one selfish moment he became angry, wondering why so many people, why Dom got to be happy but he was forced to be constantly miserable.
“That would probably be best,” Elijah responded, glancing at Billy then down at the floor. He didn’t even look up as he heard a kissing noise and then Billy moving toward the door. He didn’t look up until the door shut and when he did the dark look on Dom’s face shocked him.
It shouldn’t have of course, he figured, given just how rude he’d just been to Billy.
“You fucking git,” Dom murmured, shaking his head. “Why did you just treat him like that?”
Elijah swallowed heavily, trying to figure out anyway to answer. “I don’t know,” he replied weakly, hating the tone to his voice, one which suggested he was giving into people who he saw as bigger than him once again.
“You don’t know?” Dom asked him, incredulous. “I get that you’re bloody jealous ‘Lij.”
“I am not,” Elijah refuted immediately, not wanting to factor that in, not wanting to think for one second that he could feel jealousy over someone else’s apparent happiness. But he was, wasn’t he?
Dom rose to his feet, dragging a hand through his hair. “You are, you’re fucking jealous and because of it you treated my boyfriend like shit.”
Elijah shook his head, getting up off the couch he didn’t notice the door opening partway or the brown eyes peering through. “I’m not, I’m not jealous,” he refused again, shaking his head. He shoved his hands into his pockets and twisted the material against his thighs.
“Get some better help, Elijah,” Dom’s advice was not unkind and there was nothing but compassion in his eyes, but there was something about it that set Elijah off.
“Maybe I am jealous, okay?” Elijah shouted, the sheer volume of his own voice startling him. “Maybe for once I want to get what I want and I want to be fucking happy,” he continued much in the same vein.
Dom nodded his head, then shook it, seemingly not understanding. “Oh Elijah, tell me,” he took a step forward.
Elijah stepped back. “Just don’t, go be with your fucking boyfriend,” he said in a way that suggested there would be little argument about this.
“Fine,” Dom replied after a moment, most likely figuring he could talk to Elijah later he left the apartment, brushing past Orlando as he did so.
Elijah turned when he heard the door open again, staring stunned at Orlando, who had much the same expression on his face. Those precious brown eyes were wide and there was a look in them Elijah had never seen before.
Hurt.
Orlando looked hurt.
“Orlando,” Elijah breathed the name, his cheeks flushing as he realized how relieved he sounded. “I’ve been worried.”
Orlando stared back at him, considering. “I’m sure you have.”
The sarcasm in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, leaving Elijah to try and figure out what he’d managed to do wrong in the matter of a few seconds, hoping Orlando wouldn’t turn and leave.
“Don’t leave,” the words left Elijah’s mouth before he could imagine stopping them and he swallowed heavily, fighting back the lump in his throat and the light burning in his eyes. His chest felt tight too, but he was used to that feeling, used to feeling like someone was choking the air out of him.
Orlando nodded, his eyes darting up to the loft bedroom. “It’s my apartment too,” was all he said before he put his shoes on the rack and made his way to the bedroom, leaving Elijah behind and feeling utterly lost.
It was a feeling he was beginning to find comfort in, one he was definitely becoming familiar with, that much was certain and he was getting pretty fucking sick of it.
Elijah wanted to be found.
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Orlijah eventually, Viggo/Bean
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Only in my head.
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance.
Chapter Summary: Elijah meets Dom's boyfriend, accepts an apology, causes another argument and then Orlando comes home.
Author's Note: This will be the last chapter until most likely August 19th due to exams, however following August 19th is the two weeks in between summer and fall semesters and at that point I hope to finish this.
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sparkly_shiny my beta, my wifey. You're grand, just like life.Previous chapters
Elijah didn’t know how long he went looking for Orlando, checking his favourite places. The record shop on McLaren, the antiques shop on Fifth, and he even stopped by Viggo and Sean’s, although he didn’t buzz up or ask to be let in because they were Orlando’s, not his.
He trudged home, normally being the kind of person to enjoy the sun on his face. He didn’t even look up, blue eyes squinting, like he normally would when it emerged from behind the clouds.
Orlando wasn’t in the apartment either, and he felt his shoulders slump, feeling like the sheer weight of his disappointment might stagger him.
It wasn’t long after he got home and made himself some mac and cheese (his favourite food) and ate, or rather, forced himself to, that there was a knock on the door. He got up so quickly that he almost landed on his face as his sock feet slipped on the floor, and he hurried for the door, throwing it open.
“Oh,” he said in a soft voice when he saw Dom standing there. “Hi,” his murmured, barely above a whisper.
“Hey,” Dom’s voice came out stilted and Elijah began to realize that this was just as awkward for him, trying to make things right even as worry nagged at the back of his mind about Orlando. “Can we come in?”
Elijah’s eyes darted quickly to the other man standing there, and he swallowed heavily around the panic that threatened to choke him. He didn’t necessarily do well with new people. “S-Sure,” he stepped back, his hands tightening into fists as he watched the other man, and then Dom.
“Shoes off, luv,” Dom muttered to the man in a tone Elijah had never heard from him before. It was one filled with love and he turned away, feeling like he was intruding on some part of his best friend’s life he’d never truly been privy to.
“Certainly,” the man responded in a thickly accented voice that made Elijah feel comfortable immediately, or maybe it was just the way he spoke the word and then he heard the sound of shoes being slipped off and put in the rack by the door.
“Is that good ‘Lij?” Dom asked him and Elijah spun around, looking first at the man’s feet, seeing clean black socks and then to the rack where the shoes had been placed perfectly next to his and then Dom’s next to them.
Elijah nodded, picking at the hem of his sweater nervously. He nodded again without thinking, then a third time, at which point he realized and swore at himself in his mind.
Dom studied him for a moment then turned to his lover, “This is Billy, ‘Lij. Billy Boyd. I told you about him.”
Eyes lighting up, Elijah did remember talk of the Scot, and looked him over once more, seeing easily why Dom would be taken in by him, from the mop of devil-may-care blond hair on his head to the smile seeming to tug permanently at his lips.
“It’s nice to meet you Billy,” he took a deep breath and then extended his hand to shake, meeting his eyes. “I have heard things about you,” he said in a clipped tone then winced, because even to his own ears it sounded rude.
Billy arched an eyebrow and looked at Dom, clearly wondering if he should shake Elijah’s hand or not.
“‘Lij,” Dom said, in a tone filled with worry.
“Oh, don’t worry, as long as he washes it should be fine,” Elijah’s voice was more caustic than he would have liked, but maybe he truly was getting sick of being babied constantly.
“Very well then,” Billy walked over to the kitchen sink and turned it on, pumping some liquid soap into his hands he washed them, humming happy birthday under his breath twice before grabbing some paper towel and drying them off, turning off the tap with the towel which he then dropped into the trash.
“Not what I meant,” Elijah whispered. Realizing how the comment had been taken, he reached out and shook Billy’s hand solidly.
Dom looked between his lover and his best friend and frowned deeper.
Elijah hated himself for wishing they would go away but it was what he wanted at right that moment. He wanted them gone and Orlando back.
“Let’s sit, shall we?” Dom asked, gesturing to the couch. “I came to introduce you to Billy and to apologize, ‘Lij.”
Nodding, Elijah sat down on the small love-seat across from them, tucking his hands under his legs. As he did so his eyes darted to the doors, wishing for the jingle of keys or even the familiar whistle.
“It’s okay,” he told Dom, not really listening to anything he was saying. He wanted Orlando home, wanted him back.
Desperation made him tremble lightly but he got himself under control when he noticed the way Billy was eyeing him cautiously.
“I’m gonna go wait in the car,” Billy told Dom and kissed him, igniting a spark of jealousy within Elijah and several ugly emotions that he didn’t know he possessed.
In one selfish moment he became angry, wondering why so many people, why Dom got to be happy but he was forced to be constantly miserable.
“That would probably be best,” Elijah responded, glancing at Billy then down at the floor. He didn’t even look up as he heard a kissing noise and then Billy moving toward the door. He didn’t look up until the door shut and when he did the dark look on Dom’s face shocked him.
It shouldn’t have of course, he figured, given just how rude he’d just been to Billy.
“You fucking git,” Dom murmured, shaking his head. “Why did you just treat him like that?”
Elijah swallowed heavily, trying to figure out anyway to answer. “I don’t know,” he replied weakly, hating the tone to his voice, one which suggested he was giving into people who he saw as bigger than him once again.
“You don’t know?” Dom asked him, incredulous. “I get that you’re bloody jealous ‘Lij.”
“I am not,” Elijah refuted immediately, not wanting to factor that in, not wanting to think for one second that he could feel jealousy over someone else’s apparent happiness. But he was, wasn’t he?
Dom rose to his feet, dragging a hand through his hair. “You are, you’re fucking jealous and because of it you treated my boyfriend like shit.”
Elijah shook his head, getting up off the couch he didn’t notice the door opening partway or the brown eyes peering through. “I’m not, I’m not jealous,” he refused again, shaking his head. He shoved his hands into his pockets and twisted the material against his thighs.
“Get some better help, Elijah,” Dom’s advice was not unkind and there was nothing but compassion in his eyes, but there was something about it that set Elijah off.
“Maybe I am jealous, okay?” Elijah shouted, the sheer volume of his own voice startling him. “Maybe for once I want to get what I want and I want to be fucking happy,” he continued much in the same vein.
Dom nodded his head, then shook it, seemingly not understanding. “Oh Elijah, tell me,” he took a step forward.
Elijah stepped back. “Just don’t, go be with your fucking boyfriend,” he said in a way that suggested there would be little argument about this.
“Fine,” Dom replied after a moment, most likely figuring he could talk to Elijah later he left the apartment, brushing past Orlando as he did so.
Elijah turned when he heard the door open again, staring stunned at Orlando, who had much the same expression on his face. Those precious brown eyes were wide and there was a look in them Elijah had never seen before.
Hurt.
Orlando looked hurt.
“Orlando,” Elijah breathed the name, his cheeks flushing as he realized how relieved he sounded. “I’ve been worried.”
Orlando stared back at him, considering. “I’m sure you have.”
The sarcasm in his voice didn’t go unnoticed, leaving Elijah to try and figure out what he’d managed to do wrong in the matter of a few seconds, hoping Orlando wouldn’t turn and leave.
“Don’t leave,” the words left Elijah’s mouth before he could imagine stopping them and he swallowed heavily, fighting back the lump in his throat and the light burning in his eyes. His chest felt tight too, but he was used to that feeling, used to feeling like someone was choking the air out of him.
Orlando nodded, his eyes darting up to the loft bedroom. “It’s my apartment too,” was all he said before he put his shoes on the rack and made his way to the bedroom, leaving Elijah behind and feeling utterly lost.
It was a feeling he was beginning to find comfort in, one he was definitely becoming familiar with, that much was certain and he was getting pretty fucking sick of it.
Elijah wanted to be found.
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On pins for more!
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And by little bit I mean wonderfully fantastically awesome.
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*pets the boys*
I hate how Lij treated Billy. I hate how Dom reacted to it. I hate the hurt in Orlando's eyes and the way he avoided Elijah. Because they both want THE SAME THING and if they would just TALK to each other goddammit!
*strangles the boys*
Grrrrrrrr... Can you tell how much I love this fic. When I saw today's chapter up, I literally went "YES!" out loud, complete with arm gestures. You ROCK my world!
Thanks for a great chapter. I can't wait for more!
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I'm also sorry you're going to have to wait till after my exams for more -hugs- Forgive me?
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Of course I forgive you, for you are fantastic and talented and insightful. Also I am addicted to your writing. So you may do anything you like. :) I'll be waiting with excited patience.
Good luck on your exams!
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