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Flying With Eagles	By : Zar Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 10191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: squishypiglet@hotmail.co.uk
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/squishypiglet/
Warnings: This is slash. Don't like it? Don't read it!
Pairings: Viggorli with special guest Eric Bana.
Disclaimer: This is not true, despite all my wishes.
Summary: C’est une Question Facile

Chapter 10b

I didn’t have to run far to catch up with them since Orlando was on a crutch and limping carefully along. His guard was walking by his side, between my god and the cars rug byg by. Over-protective much?

As I get closer, I find that I don’t know what to say to him. I ran after him on impulse and now that I am here…it seems stupid that I chased after him, especially since we had just said hello. Therefore, and as ashamed as I am to admit it, I tracked them for another two minutes before the crutch-wielder man spied me and tapped Orlando on the shoulder.

I don’t think he could be more gorgeous if he tried. Despite the restraint of the stupid bandana, the beautiful curls peeked out at me when the god turned around slowly. I have to say that I was disappointed that he still wore the sunglasses though – I don’t want to only hav ima imagine the bright shade of his eyes in sunlight. Perfection indeed.

He was waiting for me to speak, so I inched closer, bravely ignoring the look crutch-man was throwing at me. Given specific orders from Mr Leopard-man himself, I am sure.

“Hey…”

Orlando raises an eyebrow at me and tips his head to one side, the inquisitive way puppies do when confused.

“What’s wrong, Viggo?”

“I…I was…” For the life of me, there are no words at all. I am just going to have to make something up and hope for the best at this rate. “Well, I was going to…walk you back.”

I think I actually cringed after saying that. Why was I even running after him? I can take a hint – Mr Leopard-man wants me to stay away. I get it. So what am I doing? And that was just about the cheesiest line in the world anyway since we’re about three steps away from Paradise.

“Oh. I am not going back yet.”

“Oh.”

Here come the awkward pauses again. I think I’ve filled this life’s quota of uncomfortable moments – I see to have much more of them than anyone else I know. Must have been staring at him again because Orlando clears his throat before speaking.

“I was planning on going to see Vanessa and the kids. Have you met them yet?”

Aha! If that’s not a cue for me to tag along, I don’t know what is.

“Oh, yes, I’ve met them once. Little Lily-Rose and…and…”

CRAP!! What is the name of the boy? I can remember the blonde hair and blue eyes, the shy way he was looking at me…what’s his name? Was it Jake? Or Jape? Is that even a name?? I can only finish lamely with, “…and the little blondie…boy.”

The god is biting on his lip to suppress a smile, and though I can’t see it, I can imagine his eyes smiling too.

“His name is Jack…” I knew it was something starting with ‘J’, although Jape sounded sorta wrong. “…going to the park to play with them.”

Is it okay to invite myself along? Maybe play it subtle.

“What a coincidence! I was goiherehere too, Vanessa asked me to the other day.” That’s only a half-lie, right?

Orlando is still looking amused at me. Maybe I should embarrass myself more often.

“I thought you were going to go to the café to get your coffee ‘drowning in sugar and milk’.”

He remembers the way I like my coffee even though I never told him how I usually had it. I don’t care, I am moving in, Mr Leopard-man be damned.

“Oh no, I just stopped by the café…to see if you were going.” Yeah, great save, Vig. Great. That didn’t sound stupid at all.

“Then why didn’t you stop and talk to me before I left so we could go together?”

Yeah. Interesting point. Why, Vig?

“Because…because I wanted to make sure you were going to the park first.”

“So you stalked me?”

“Yes. I mean, no.” What do you say to a question like that??

I shall call him Orlando the Benevolent because he’s now starting to walk again, ignoring my indecisive answer. He looks too suspiciously happy that I am this tongue-tied, but I don’t care since this time, I am walking with him by my side.

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“Tractor.”

“Taca.”

Jack is looking up at me intently and repeating what I am saying. Or so he thinks.

“Trac-tor.”

“Ta-ca.”

I give up. It’s close. And I know that correcting him isn’t going to help, children will pick up language in their own time, regardless of adults’ meddling. Still, it’s hard to not correct them.

Jack and I are currently sitting in the sandpit surrounded by an extensive collection of his toys. His mother and Orlando are sitting on a bench chatting quietly and Lily-Rose has made friends with a few other children and is currently screeching with delight on the swings. Mr Crutch-man has even unwound enough to push her when she wibbled her bottom lip at him.

The little boy goes back to digging a hole and ignores me for a moment while I look fondly at my god. He’s relaxed and laughing easily, comfortable with his surroundings. He’s scrunched up (or a la Carson, ‘zhudged’) the sleeves of his T-shirt. And he looks good. Very good. I won’t even pretend that I wasn’t staring when he pulled his bandana off to shake out his curls in the sun. Blatantly drooling doesn’t begin to cover it. Poor Jack had to pull on my arm twice and whine “Weeeeeeeg” at me before I even remembered he was there.

Jack seems to be enjoying the sun, happily warbling a song he made up by himself with ‘ta-ca’ as the chorus as he played, so I zone out for a moment to listen to Vanessa and Orlando’s conversation. I think it was fortunate I tuned in right then because it just got interesting.

“I have something to ask you, Orli…”

Orli. Haven’t heard that before. But I suppose Vanessa and my god are close friends, so I am not going to start my jealousy thing.

“Go ahead.”

“It’s about Viggo.”

I could feel them both surreptitiously look at me and I chose that moment to warble loudly along with Jack to hide my interest. So, they were going to talk about me, hmm?

“Au sujet de Viggo?”

Ha. Think you’re going to lose me by going into French? Hehehe…try to look indifferent…continue singing with Jack, that’s right, Viggo, lean in closer so you don’t miss any of their conversation…

“Oui. Est-ce que tu l’aimes?”

I am positively scandalised that she would out-right ask him such a thing and I suspect he’s as equally shocked because he squeals, “Vanessa!! On ne peut pas me demander - ”

“Pourquoi? Répondes! C’est une question facile. Est-ce que tu aimes Viggo ? Oui ou non ?”

There is an awkward silence as both Vanessa and I hold our breaths to await the answer. I don’t know what I’d do if he admits his likes me. But he probably won’t. I am guessing he probably won’t even say anything. But…I am just babbling. Answer it, Orlando! Do you like me??

“…Oui.”

I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. French is now officially the most romantic language in the world. I would to firstly thank the French people everywhere for having invented such a crazy, wonderful language; and secondly, I would like to thank my high school headmaster who decreed that all educated individuals spoke French and forced me to learn it. Thank you, because otherwise, I would never have understood the world’s sweetest admission.

Orlando…I like you too.

TBC...

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