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Fic: Newspaper Clippings 13/22 (Orlijah) 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: Viggo and Sean show up to try and fix things, but will it work?
Author's Note: I'm sorry guys.
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Previous chapters
Elijah had been used to silence before he’d gotten a new start in life, moving out of his mother’s house and gotten Orlando as his room mate but now...now he wasn’t used to it anymore, and he was beginning to feel stifled by it.
“Orlando,” Elijah started to say, his breath catching in his throat as Orlando looked at him from across the breakfast bar. It took everything he had in him to not topple off the stool backward, his hands gripping the edge of the counter lightly.
“What?” Orlando asked, his voice pretty sharp as he did so, enough so that it made Elijah want to cringe. He just didn’t understand.
Elijah nibbled on his bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say as a million and one questions seemed to shoot through his mind all at once, leaving him feeling dizzy and a little irritable.
“What did I do wrong?” Elijah finally asked him, blue eyes darting around the room then back to Orlando. “I...I just...I don’t understand what I did to make you so mad at me and I wish you would just tell me,” so that I can make it all better, but the words remained unsaid, balanced on the tip of his tongue.
“I’m not angry,” Orlando responded, licking his lips as he finished his breakfast and standing up to rinse the plate in the sink before putting it in the dishwasher, just as Elijah liked it.
Elijah sighed, rubbing his forehead as he quietly watched Orlando.
“Would you stop watching me?” Orlando questioned, glancing at him. His gaze was almost dismissive, but at least this time he didn’t seem so angry, the spark that had been there before indicating he might blow completely absent from his eyes.
“Sorry,” Elijah murmured, lowering his eyes to the countertop as there was a knock on their door. He rose from the stool and went to answer the door, unsurprised to see Viggo and Bean standing there. “Hi guys,” he greeted softly, unsure if they were here to see him or Orlando, and unsure if they knew about the weirdness between the two of them as of late.
“How are you Elijah?” Bean asked warmly as he removed his shoes and placed them on the rack before slipping off his jacket and hanging it up meticulously neat as well, before he gently hugged Elijah, who reciprocated.
“Well, thanks,” Elijah managed to reply without much of a flinch as Bean looked deep into his eyes, as though testing to see if there was a lie. There was, of course, he hadn’t felt quite this miserable in some time, and as Viggo moved to hug him as well, he had to resist the urge to cling to the comfort the older actor provided and beg him to find out what could possibly be wrong with Orlando.
Orlando came out from the kitchen and Elijah could see an expression register in the curly haired man’s eyes, further confused by it. Why on earth would Orlando seem to be scared of Viggo and Bean? As far as Elijah had ever seen, Orlando turned to the two of them when something was going on.
“Elijah,” Bean called his name softly, bringing him out of the daze he’d managed to put himself in, and he almost smiled when he saw the look of concern on Bean’s face, heart warmed by the fact that people cared.
“Yes?” Elijah asked, cheeks flushing when he realized that his voice had cracked just the slightest bit, sending the sound of it up an octave.
Bean smiled at him, not unkindly, although there was the faint look of amusement in his eyes.
“I was wondering if Viggo, Orlando and I might use your room to talk, for privacy reasons, I’m sure you understand.”
Elijah rocked on his heels lightly, nibbling on his bottom lip quite a bit, picking at the dry loose skin with his teeth. He usually didn’t like people going into his room much, into his private spaces.
Private spaces after all were for private thoughts, all of which Elijah typically preferred to keep to himself.
But these were his friends, his close friends, and if anyone could figure out what was wrong with Orlando he was most certain that it would be resolved if the two of them were able to talk to him, and the loft bedroom, after all, did not provide much privacy.
“Uhm,” he paused for a moment, rocking back on his heels for the seventh time before he settled down and bobbed his head in a quick nod.
Bean smiled, seeming proud and Elijah knew then that his cheeks were burning with his own sense of pride. “Thank you Elijah,” he squeezed Elijah’s shoulder. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Elijah grinned somewhat. “I have something on the PVR that needs watching anyway,” he told him before making his way over to the couch.
Viggo didn’t speak for a moment, although Elijah could feel his eyes on him as he sat down. When he glanced up at Viggo, he was surprised by the blinding smile there and couldn’t help but smile back, warmth and reassurances flooding him and somehow he knew everything would end up being okay in the end.
Orlando dragged his feet as he followed the two older men into the bedroom, and Elijah resisted the urge to call his name, to attract attention to himself in order to be able to see Orlando’s eyes again.
He hoped against hope. Held his breath and sat rigidly on the couch for a little while, before reaching for the remote which felt cool in his hands. Pushing the button, he eased himself back against the couch and rested his feet on the coffee table.
Minutes ticked by, and the murmur of voices became louder every so often, the smoothness of Orlando’s voice, the low timbre of Bean’s voice and the hoarse gentleness of Viggo’s voice lulling him into a light doze as he eased down onto his side on the couch, tucked his arm under the cushion there and fell asleep.
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Orlijah eventually, Viggo/Bean
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Only in my head.
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance.
Chapter Summary: Viggo and Sean show up to try and fix things, but will it work?
Author's Note: I'm sorry guys.
sparkly_shiny My beta. Someone who deserves the world, the stars, and the universe.Previous chapters
Elijah had been used to silence before he’d gotten a new start in life, moving out of his mother’s house and gotten Orlando as his room mate but now...now he wasn’t used to it anymore, and he was beginning to feel stifled by it.
“Orlando,” Elijah started to say, his breath catching in his throat as Orlando looked at him from across the breakfast bar. It took everything he had in him to not topple off the stool backward, his hands gripping the edge of the counter lightly.
“What?” Orlando asked, his voice pretty sharp as he did so, enough so that it made Elijah want to cringe. He just didn’t understand.
Elijah nibbled on his bottom lip, trying to figure out what to say as a million and one questions seemed to shoot through his mind all at once, leaving him feeling dizzy and a little irritable.
“What did I do wrong?” Elijah finally asked him, blue eyes darting around the room then back to Orlando. “I...I just...I don’t understand what I did to make you so mad at me and I wish you would just tell me,” so that I can make it all better, but the words remained unsaid, balanced on the tip of his tongue.
“I’m not angry,” Orlando responded, licking his lips as he finished his breakfast and standing up to rinse the plate in the sink before putting it in the dishwasher, just as Elijah liked it.
Elijah sighed, rubbing his forehead as he quietly watched Orlando.
“Would you stop watching me?” Orlando questioned, glancing at him. His gaze was almost dismissive, but at least this time he didn’t seem so angry, the spark that had been there before indicating he might blow completely absent from his eyes.
“Sorry,” Elijah murmured, lowering his eyes to the countertop as there was a knock on their door. He rose from the stool and went to answer the door, unsurprised to see Viggo and Bean standing there. “Hi guys,” he greeted softly, unsure if they were here to see him or Orlando, and unsure if they knew about the weirdness between the two of them as of late.
“How are you Elijah?” Bean asked warmly as he removed his shoes and placed them on the rack before slipping off his jacket and hanging it up meticulously neat as well, before he gently hugged Elijah, who reciprocated.
“Well, thanks,” Elijah managed to reply without much of a flinch as Bean looked deep into his eyes, as though testing to see if there was a lie. There was, of course, he hadn’t felt quite this miserable in some time, and as Viggo moved to hug him as well, he had to resist the urge to cling to the comfort the older actor provided and beg him to find out what could possibly be wrong with Orlando.
Orlando came out from the kitchen and Elijah could see an expression register in the curly haired man’s eyes, further confused by it. Why on earth would Orlando seem to be scared of Viggo and Bean? As far as Elijah had ever seen, Orlando turned to the two of them when something was going on.
“Elijah,” Bean called his name softly, bringing him out of the daze he’d managed to put himself in, and he almost smiled when he saw the look of concern on Bean’s face, heart warmed by the fact that people cared.
“Yes?” Elijah asked, cheeks flushing when he realized that his voice had cracked just the slightest bit, sending the sound of it up an octave.
Bean smiled at him, not unkindly, although there was the faint look of amusement in his eyes.
“I was wondering if Viggo, Orlando and I might use your room to talk, for privacy reasons, I’m sure you understand.”
Elijah rocked on his heels lightly, nibbling on his bottom lip quite a bit, picking at the dry loose skin with his teeth. He usually didn’t like people going into his room much, into his private spaces.
Private spaces after all were for private thoughts, all of which Elijah typically preferred to keep to himself.
But these were his friends, his close friends, and if anyone could figure out what was wrong with Orlando he was most certain that it would be resolved if the two of them were able to talk to him, and the loft bedroom, after all, did not provide much privacy.
“Uhm,” he paused for a moment, rocking back on his heels for the seventh time before he settled down and bobbed his head in a quick nod.
Bean smiled, seeming proud and Elijah knew then that his cheeks were burning with his own sense of pride. “Thank you Elijah,” he squeezed Elijah’s shoulder. “You don’t know how much this means to me.”
Elijah grinned somewhat. “I have something on the PVR that needs watching anyway,” he told him before making his way over to the couch.
Viggo didn’t speak for a moment, although Elijah could feel his eyes on him as he sat down. When he glanced up at Viggo, he was surprised by the blinding smile there and couldn’t help but smile back, warmth and reassurances flooding him and somehow he knew everything would end up being okay in the end.
Orlando dragged his feet as he followed the two older men into the bedroom, and Elijah resisted the urge to call his name, to attract attention to himself in order to be able to see Orlando’s eyes again.
He hoped against hope. Held his breath and sat rigidly on the couch for a little while, before reaching for the remote which felt cool in his hands. Pushing the button, he eased himself back against the couch and rested his feet on the coffee table.
Minutes ticked by, and the murmur of voices became louder every so often, the smoothness of Orlando’s voice, the low timbre of Bean’s voice and the hoarse gentleness of Viggo’s voice lulling him into a light doze as he eased down onto his side on the couch, tucked his arm under the cushion there and fell asleep.