Fic: Newspaper Clippings 14/22
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awritinglilypeaTitle: Newspaper Clippings
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Orlijah eventually, Viggo/Bean
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Only in my head.
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance.
Chapter Summary: The last person Elijah wants to see shows up.
Author's Note: I'm sorry guys.
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Elijah opened his eyes sluggishly and looked up at Viggo who was standing next to him, closer than most people were able to, mostly due to their fear of him.
“What?” he muttered, sitting up slowly. He rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head from side to side.
“We’re going to take Orlando home with us for the night, okay?” Viggo asked him, nothing but compassion and caring in his eyes as he did.
Elijah thought for a moment, fear gripping him with its icy fingers before he nodded, getting himself under control. “Yeah,” he murmured, resisting the urge to comment on the fact that they hadn’t been able to fix Orlando before, so what were they gonna do now?
“He’ll be okay,” Viggo said, gripping Elijah’s shoulder and squeezing very lightly. “You’ll both be okay.”
Elijah smiled weakly up at him and nodded, “Thank you Viggo, for helping me...for...”
Viggo smiled, revealing the gap in his teeth as he did so. “You’re family, I’ll do anything for family, that’s all there is to it.”
Elijah’s cheeks coloured, he could feel the heat there and he only hoped Viggo wouldn’t notice. The feeling of family was pretty much foreign to him, but here they were, two people at least who didn’t care what was wrong with him, that he was weird, that he had OCD.
“Thank you,” he told Viggo, squeezing the older man’s forearm gently before he let him go.
Viggo nodded his head and slipped an arm around Orlando’s shoulders. Orlando, who was lurking in the doorway of Elijah’s room, his eyes haunted and filled with a pain that Elijah wished he could find a way to take away.
Bean kissed Elijah’s forehead, then winked. “Thank you,” he said softly, as though thanking Elijah for allowing him to do so.
Elijah blushed again and nodded his head, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know why you’re thanking me,” he murmured the words into his hands, his head lowered.
“Yeah you do,” Bean leaned down and hugged him, grinning as he pulled away. “Don’t worry about your boy, we’ll get him back to you in one piece, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Nodding, Elijah felt a little more confident that everything would be okay after talking to both Bean and Orlando, now if only Orlando would talk to him. He sighed softly and stood up.
“Have a good night,” he said to Orlando, slipping past him into his own room and closing the door as he did so, closing them out because he was scared, as he often was that when Orlando walked out the door of their apartment he might not come back.
It was an hour, a painful hour completely alone and resisting the urge to follow them, to follow Orlando before there was a knock on the door.
Standing up, he hurried to the door. Opening it, he was surprised to see his mother standing there and leaned against the door-jam with a soft sigh. “Hi mom.”
“May I come in?” his mother asked him, her voice sharp, and he found himself tensing almost automatically.
“Yeah,” Elijah muttered, stepping away from the door to let her in, his skin crawling as she simply just walked into the center of the room, showing no consideration for the way he liked things, for the way he wanted things to be. He knew logically that his fears were completely irrational, that nothing bad would happen if he didn’t do these things, if people didn’t put their shoes away in a certain manner, but he couldn’t convince all of himself of that fact.
“Well, you’ve certainly spruced this place up quite a bit,” her voice was dry, just like her wit and she seemed to be completely unimpressed.
Elijah wasn’t really surprised though, it had been so long since he’d done anything that impressed her that he’d pretty much given up on the thought of doing so.
“I tried,” he told her, shoving his hands in his pockets. His stance was off, his shoulders slumped, one foot toeing the ground as though he’d done something wrong and his head tilted just the slightest bit to the side.
He was waiting to be yelled at, waiting to be punished for something he wouldn’t even readily understand.
“I’m sure you did, Elijah,” she told him, her lips twisting into a frown. It was one of stubbornness, of anger.
“Was there a reason why you’ve come to visit me?” Elijah asked her, trying to sound as polite as possible when really all he wanted to do was demand she leave the apartment, leave him alone because he really didn’t feel that she cared anything about him. She cared about the money he used to make her, and the child he used to be as opposed to realizing that child had grown up into a man, admittedly with a few issues along the way.
“I can’t come and check up on my own son now? How nice Elijah, how very nice of you,” Debra told him, shaking her head as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs.
Elijah resisted the urge to flinch when he saw a clump of dirt fall off her shoes and onto the carpet. He had to clean it up. Dirt, it could be more than dirt, it could be something else, if left on the carpet it would create germs, the germs would spread throughout the entire apartment, causing either he or Orlando to get sick.
If Orlando got sick he would blame Elijah.
Orlando.
Why wasn’t he at home? Elijah felt desperation run through him and dug his nails into the palms of his hands, fighting to control himself.
Debra didn’t like Orlando, and he didn’t like her any more than she did him.
“I’m doing fine, mom, you really should have called first, though,” Elijah told her, adopting a polite, almost icy tone.
It was the same tone of voice he’d seen his mom use when it came to “the help” which she considered to be anyone who was serving her at any given time, no matter what their position or job title was.
It was something he’d always found ridiculous, but at this point he really just wanted to get her out of the apartment, especially since he needed sleep, but first he needed to clean. To clean up that spot of dirt, to clean up Orlando’s room, to make things tidy enough that Orlando would be pleased when he got home.
Orlando didn’t like to bandage Elijah’s hands though, so not so much cleaning he would hurt himself.
Nausea began to creep in on him, and he wanted to beg her to leave.
“Where is your roommate?” Debra asked her son.
“He’s staying with a friend tonight,” Elijah murmured, wondering if he could call Bean or Viggo to help him get rid of his mother.
They had so readily come to help Orlando after all; he only hoped they would help him like he wanted.
“Oh,” Debra went quiet for a few moments and Elijah grew even more tense.
He did, after all, know the way his mother’s mind worked. He knew that, while normal people thought about whatever they liked while they were silent in the middle of a conversation, that she was quite different.
When it came to Debra, her silence meant she was calculating, working out how to manipulate a situation to her best interest, and he didn’t feel like being manipulated right them
With baited breath he waited for the bomb to drop, eyeing her in a critical manner.
“So has he decided to move out then?” Debra asked in a level voice, sympathy all over her face as she spoke to him.
There it was, what he had been waiting for.
“No,” Elijah responded quickly, but then fear gripped him. Orlando wouldn’t move, would he?
No, he wouldn’t, Elijah thought to himself. Viggo and Bean were going to fix Orlando, make him back into his old self.
“He will, you know,” Debra told her son, frowning slightly as she did so. There was clearly no doubt in her mind that Orlando would give up on Elijah.
“No, he won’t,” Elijah responded. “If Orlando had a problem with the way I am, by now he would have told me, and that’s all there is to it, mom, now if you wouldn’t mind I would like it if you would leave.”
Debra looked aghast at her son’s words and Elijah couldn’t even figure out why. He’d seen her send women who acted much less horribly than her send people out of his former home, and yet she never realized she was just like them, if not worse.
“Elijah,” she told him. “I think it’s time you came home. You’re not doing well on your own and I can see it, you’re all in disarray and I can see you’ve lost weight.”
Elijah gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he did so. “No, mom, it’s time you went home and I don’t want you to contact me again, until I contact you. You know it bothers me when people show up without calling, and yet you did it. You wore your shoes into my home, something you would never do to someone else because you knew it would bother me. You knew it would get under my skin, and I’m going to bet that you thought it would make me agree with you, that I shouldn’t be living on my own well it’s not. I like where I live and I like the man I’ve become living on my own.”
Debra stood, and didn’t even say a word or move toward him as she headed for the door, slamming it behind her as she did so.
Elijah buried his face in his hands, his muscles trembling as he did so and tried to control himself. This was simply shaping up to be a really bad day, and not one he wanted to deal with. He was tempted to curl up in his room and just bury himself in his sheets so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it, so that he could hide away and pretend that everything would be okay.
The more he thought about it, though, the more his hands shook and he glanced at all he had to do in the apartment. He was realizing that everything was not okay, and maybe it hadn’t been for a while.
He just didn’t know how to change it; he didn’t know how to make it okay and hated that he’d basically driven those closest to him, those who could help him away. It was not what he’d meant to have happen.
Fandom: Lotrips
Pairing: Orlijah eventually, Viggo/Bean
Rating: PG-13
Complete: Only in my head.
Genre: Angst, hurt/comfort, romance.
Chapter Summary: The last person Elijah wants to see shows up.
Author's Note: I'm sorry guys.
sparkly_shiny My wife. Previous chapters
Elijah opened his eyes sluggishly and looked up at Viggo who was standing next to him, closer than most people were able to, mostly due to their fear of him.
“What?” he muttered, sitting up slowly. He rubbed the back of his neck and tilted his head from side to side.
“We’re going to take Orlando home with us for the night, okay?” Viggo asked him, nothing but compassion and caring in his eyes as he did.
Elijah thought for a moment, fear gripping him with its icy fingers before he nodded, getting himself under control. “Yeah,” he murmured, resisting the urge to comment on the fact that they hadn’t been able to fix Orlando before, so what were they gonna do now?
“He’ll be okay,” Viggo said, gripping Elijah’s shoulder and squeezing very lightly. “You’ll both be okay.”
Elijah smiled weakly up at him and nodded, “Thank you Viggo, for helping me...for...”
Viggo smiled, revealing the gap in his teeth as he did so. “You’re family, I’ll do anything for family, that’s all there is to it.”
Elijah’s cheeks coloured, he could feel the heat there and he only hoped Viggo wouldn’t notice. The feeling of family was pretty much foreign to him, but here they were, two people at least who didn’t care what was wrong with him, that he was weird, that he had OCD.
“Thank you,” he told Viggo, squeezing the older man’s forearm gently before he let him go.
Viggo nodded his head and slipped an arm around Orlando’s shoulders. Orlando, who was lurking in the doorway of Elijah’s room, his eyes haunted and filled with a pain that Elijah wished he could find a way to take away.
Bean kissed Elijah’s forehead, then winked. “Thank you,” he said softly, as though thanking Elijah for allowing him to do so.
Elijah blushed again and nodded his head, shrugging slightly. “I don’t know why you’re thanking me,” he murmured the words into his hands, his head lowered.
“Yeah you do,” Bean leaned down and hugged him, grinning as he pulled away. “Don’t worry about your boy, we’ll get him back to you in one piece, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Nodding, Elijah felt a little more confident that everything would be okay after talking to both Bean and Orlando, now if only Orlando would talk to him. He sighed softly and stood up.
“Have a good night,” he said to Orlando, slipping past him into his own room and closing the door as he did so, closing them out because he was scared, as he often was that when Orlando walked out the door of their apartment he might not come back.
It was an hour, a painful hour completely alone and resisting the urge to follow them, to follow Orlando before there was a knock on the door.
Standing up, he hurried to the door. Opening it, he was surprised to see his mother standing there and leaned against the door-jam with a soft sigh. “Hi mom.”
“May I come in?” his mother asked him, her voice sharp, and he found himself tensing almost automatically.
“Yeah,” Elijah muttered, stepping away from the door to let her in, his skin crawling as she simply just walked into the center of the room, showing no consideration for the way he liked things, for the way he wanted things to be. He knew logically that his fears were completely irrational, that nothing bad would happen if he didn’t do these things, if people didn’t put their shoes away in a certain manner, but he couldn’t convince all of himself of that fact.
“Well, you’ve certainly spruced this place up quite a bit,” her voice was dry, just like her wit and she seemed to be completely unimpressed.
Elijah wasn’t really surprised though, it had been so long since he’d done anything that impressed her that he’d pretty much given up on the thought of doing so.
“I tried,” he told her, shoving his hands in his pockets. His stance was off, his shoulders slumped, one foot toeing the ground as though he’d done something wrong and his head tilted just the slightest bit to the side.
He was waiting to be yelled at, waiting to be punished for something he wouldn’t even readily understand.
“I’m sure you did, Elijah,” she told him, her lips twisting into a frown. It was one of stubbornness, of anger.
“Was there a reason why you’ve come to visit me?” Elijah asked her, trying to sound as polite as possible when really all he wanted to do was demand she leave the apartment, leave him alone because he really didn’t feel that she cared anything about him. She cared about the money he used to make her, and the child he used to be as opposed to realizing that child had grown up into a man, admittedly with a few issues along the way.
“I can’t come and check up on my own son now? How nice Elijah, how very nice of you,” Debra told him, shaking her head as she sat down on the couch, crossing her legs.
Elijah resisted the urge to flinch when he saw a clump of dirt fall off her shoes and onto the carpet. He had to clean it up. Dirt, it could be more than dirt, it could be something else, if left on the carpet it would create germs, the germs would spread throughout the entire apartment, causing either he or Orlando to get sick.
If Orlando got sick he would blame Elijah.
Orlando.
Why wasn’t he at home? Elijah felt desperation run through him and dug his nails into the palms of his hands, fighting to control himself.
Debra didn’t like Orlando, and he didn’t like her any more than she did him.
“I’m doing fine, mom, you really should have called first, though,” Elijah told her, adopting a polite, almost icy tone.
It was the same tone of voice he’d seen his mom use when it came to “the help” which she considered to be anyone who was serving her at any given time, no matter what their position or job title was.
It was something he’d always found ridiculous, but at this point he really just wanted to get her out of the apartment, especially since he needed sleep, but first he needed to clean. To clean up that spot of dirt, to clean up Orlando’s room, to make things tidy enough that Orlando would be pleased when he got home.
Orlando didn’t like to bandage Elijah’s hands though, so not so much cleaning he would hurt himself.
Nausea began to creep in on him, and he wanted to beg her to leave.
“Where is your roommate?” Debra asked her son.
“He’s staying with a friend tonight,” Elijah murmured, wondering if he could call Bean or Viggo to help him get rid of his mother.
They had so readily come to help Orlando after all; he only hoped they would help him like he wanted.
“Oh,” Debra went quiet for a few moments and Elijah grew even more tense.
He did, after all, know the way his mother’s mind worked. He knew that, while normal people thought about whatever they liked while they were silent in the middle of a conversation, that she was quite different.
When it came to Debra, her silence meant she was calculating, working out how to manipulate a situation to her best interest, and he didn’t feel like being manipulated right them
With baited breath he waited for the bomb to drop, eyeing her in a critical manner.
“So has he decided to move out then?” Debra asked in a level voice, sympathy all over her face as she spoke to him.
There it was, what he had been waiting for.
“No,” Elijah responded quickly, but then fear gripped him. Orlando wouldn’t move, would he?
No, he wouldn’t, Elijah thought to himself. Viggo and Bean were going to fix Orlando, make him back into his old self.
“He will, you know,” Debra told her son, frowning slightly as she did so. There was clearly no doubt in her mind that Orlando would give up on Elijah.
“No, he won’t,” Elijah responded. “If Orlando had a problem with the way I am, by now he would have told me, and that’s all there is to it, mom, now if you wouldn’t mind I would like it if you would leave.”
Debra looked aghast at her son’s words and Elijah couldn’t even figure out why. He’d seen her send women who acted much less horribly than her send people out of his former home, and yet she never realized she was just like them, if not worse.
“Elijah,” she told him. “I think it’s time you came home. You’re not doing well on your own and I can see it, you’re all in disarray and I can see you’ve lost weight.”
Elijah gritted his teeth, shaking his head as he did so. “No, mom, it’s time you went home and I don’t want you to contact me again, until I contact you. You know it bothers me when people show up without calling, and yet you did it. You wore your shoes into my home, something you would never do to someone else because you knew it would bother me. You knew it would get under my skin, and I’m going to bet that you thought it would make me agree with you, that I shouldn’t be living on my own well it’s not. I like where I live and I like the man I’ve become living on my own.”
Debra stood, and didn’t even say a word or move toward him as she headed for the door, slamming it behind her as she did so.
Elijah buried his face in his hands, his muscles trembling as he did so and tried to control himself. This was simply shaping up to be a really bad day, and not one he wanted to deal with. He was tempted to curl up in his room and just bury himself in his sheets so that he wouldn’t have to deal with it, so that he could hide away and pretend that everything would be okay.
The more he thought about it, though, the more his hands shook and he glanced at all he had to do in the apartment. He was realizing that everything was not okay, and maybe it hadn’t been for a while.
He just didn’t know how to change it; he didn’t know how to make it okay and hated that he’d basically driven those closest to him, those who could help him away. It was not what he’d meant to have happen.
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:36 pm (UTC)-hug-
Thank you.
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Date: 2010-10-05 06:51 pm (UTC)That's cool. I just wanted to let you know that,once again, your writing really touched me. I'm so thrilled that you're writing this fic! Knowing that you're dealing with OCD yourself, I almost feel that each chapter that I read is a little window into your own struggle. Maybe that's why it evokes such a strong and personal response in me. Anyway, Thanks for writing an awesome fic!
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Date: 2010-10-07 01:00 pm (UTC)I hope to have the next chapter up this weekend, as it is my Thanksgiving break, and I have four and a half blissful days to myself.