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The Witches of Canterbury	By : lilam70 Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 5226 -:- 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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Just to make things clear - I don't own them, I don't know them, it never happened.
ENJOY!
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It was Thursday afternoon and Orlando was outside the office for a bit of fresh air. The days were getting a little cooler now so he wanted to make the most of what was left of summer before the autumn days settled in. He just finished lunch and a friendly phone call to Dom when he saw Chantel sitting on the steps outside of the building. He looked at her sadly, finally deciding to go over to her to say hi.
“Hi”
She looked up from the paper she was reading.
“Hi..?” she said reserved.
“Don’t worry, I am not here to bother you. May I sit down?” Orlando asked gently.
“Sure.” She folded up her paper and looked at him. “How are you?”
“I’m good, but I am concerned about you. You look terrible.”
“Thanks.” She said with a half smile.
“What’s wrong? What happened to you?”
“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.” She hesitated again.
“It must be something.” Smiled Orlando. He gave her leg a friendly nudge with his own.
Chantel signed and looked up at the sky. Birds were flying high above them, without a care in the world. She remained silent.
“Umm, is someone hurting you, or …-“
“No, not at all!” She said defensively.
“I mean, I know…When I fucked up at your midsummer festival, Johnny got really pissed at me and did something to me that I didn’t ask for, or wanted…” Orlando trailed off. “He is not doing something nasty to you to get back at you is he? For using the coven’s herbs to drug me?”
She shook her head. “Yeah, he does that sometimes, but no, he would never hurt me.”
She looked sad. “He told me to leave the coven.” Chantel covered her face with her hands.
“The sanctuary of the group was my whole life.” She choked back a sob.
Orlando listened inventively as she spilled out all her pent up emotions. She explained how important the coven life was for her, like a family, thicker than blood lines itself. She was devastated that she lost her spiritual home and family. Complete and utter submission to a group emotionally and spiritually, to grow and to develop as a person, as a group. He didn’t quite understand all she said, but he knew she was very upset that she lost this spiritual stability in her life.
“Maybe I can talk to Johnny for you? “He suggested.
“No, that won’t work, I knew I was doing something wrong and I am paying the price for it. My selfishness brought this unto myself.” She was suddenly her old self again, self assured and confident. “For every ending, there is a new beginning. I just have to get over the pain of losing this part of my life…”
“I am sorry Chantel…that things didn’t work out for you.”
“Thank you.” She gave him a weak smile. “The coven was my whole life for the last 5 years. We went though so much together, birth, death, happiness, sadness, handfastings…” She signed.
“What is a handfasting?” asked Orlando.
Chantel got up from the steps and dusted off her skirt. “You’ll have to ask Johnny about that one. Let’s get back to work, slacker.”
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It was a dreary day, damp and wet. Autumn was definitely in the air and the leaves were changing from bright yellow to deep orange and brown. Orlando and Johnny were walking though the street in silence, making their way to Johnny’s studio above the little antique shop.
Three weeks has passes since their last meeting and per chance they ran into each other again that morning on their way to the super market. They made a hasty appointment to meet up later that afternoon. Johnny took his keys out of his pocket, and in silence unlocked the door. He held the door open for Orlando with out a word and took a last drag on his cigarette before entering the studio too.
Johnny mumbled something to Orlando which he took as an instruction to sit on the stool again. He did and watched with a frown on his face as Johnny set up his paints and brushes on the huge table next to the easel. He noticed that Johnny was very distracted but Orlando did not know how to ask him what was bothering him. He didn’t want to intrude on the other man’s thoughts. There was a dampening in his own spirit as he watched the dark shadows on Johnny’s face. His brows were drawn together and there was a tight pout on his face as he studied Orlando’s face to transfer the image onto the canvas.
The studio was a mess. Fast food containers and dirty clothes littered the floor. The ashtray was over flowing and week old news papers were lying on the tables. To Orlando it seemed as if someone had been living thre for a few weeks. It didn’t seem to be bothering or distracting Johnny from painting.
Orlando got lost in his own thoughts and time seemed to fade away. He had no idea how long he was sitting there, staring at Johnny’s pained face.
Suddenly the silence was broken as Johnny swore loudly and threw a glass bottle across the room, making it scatter into a thousand little pieces.
Orlando gasped.
Johnny walked over to the window and looked out of the rain streaked glass. For a second Orlando didn’t move but then instinctively he got up and walked over to Johnny.
“What’s wrong” he whispered.
No answer.
Johnny was looking out of the window as if he didn’t even hear him. He looked sad.
Orlando wanted to pat him on the back or squeeze his shoulder to show him that he was still there but he didn’t know exactly how to do it so he stood there awkwardly look out the window as if there was something fascinating outside.
After a few moments of silence Johnny spoke.
“I lost the most beautiful German Sheppard yesterday.” He looked down and then met Orlando’s eyes.
“He was only 5 months old. Some fucking bastard poisoned him and there was nothing I could do to save the poor animal.”
Orlando felt disgusted. Who could do such a thing to a dog.
Johnny looked so sad and upset. Orlando stood in front of him awkwardly shifting his weight from one foot to another.
“I am sure you did all you could for him. He could not have been in better hands…” Orlando reached out to Johnny and placed his hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“Fucking ass hole, if I get my hands on the scum who did that I swear I’ll kill him. Said Johnny.
“And I will be right there with you.” Agreed Orlando. “Bastard.”
“I found Sidi on the streets. He had been abandoned as a puppy and I took him in even though he was wild and quiet beastly.”
“And now the two of you are inseparable.” Smiled Johnny.
The stood by the window watching the rain for a while.
“We don’t have to do the painting now if you don’t feel up to it.” Suggested Orlando.
Johnny leaned forward and pulled him into a manly hug and patted him on the back. “Thanks. Let’s get out of this stinking place and have a drink instead. We’ll finish here another day.”
It was noisy and crowded at Jones’s that night and the flashing lights and music put everyone into a party mood. All except Sean who was complaining about the drummer of the band performing on stage. Just because he was in a band himself he thought that it gave him the right to criticize everyone else. But no one seemed to mind and everyone was drinking beer and enjoying themselves.
“I can’t wait until the Halloween show. We are going to kick ass on stage.” Smirked Sean, all full of himself.
“Are you playing the Halloween show this year?” Asked Viggo excitedly. “You know you will have to perform in costume right? And at the photography studio I have just the costume for you my friend.” He slapped his friend on the back.
“Yeah? I want something really sexy. I want attention from the women.”
“I have just the thing…”Viggo winked at Orlando and he couldn’t help smiling slyly. Orlando wondered what Viggo had up his sleeve this time. Last year he vaguely remember Sean dressed up as a zombie.
“Was I at he last Halloween party here? Asked Orlando puzzled.
“You were upstairs with some bird if I recall” Remarked Sean with a grin. “Same thing will probably happen again this year.”
Viggo joined in his laughter but Orlando just took a long sip of his drink and blushed.
A few of their friends joined them at the table and grabbed Orlando to join them on the dance floor.
He didn’t need a lot of coaxing and soon found himself on the dance floor, moving to the beat of the music and losing himself in the flashing green and yellow lights. He looked around at his friends. Kate was dancing with a tall blonde man and Liv, who seems to be attached at her hip these days were trying to cut in. Dom and Eric were dancing with bottles of beer in their hands and Dom was even managing to text someone at the same time! Orlando took his phone out of his own pocket and checked for messages. A slight tinge of disappointment filled him when he saw he only had one missed call from Kate. No message from the man that clouds his thoughts these days. Then he remembered he never gave his number to Johnny. He stuffed the phone back in his black jean’s pocket.
Orlando’s eyes skimmed the crowd for more familiar faces. He saw Peter from the office and the smiled at each other in greeting. His eyes continued over the crowd and then he saw two young men, kissing in the corner. He had trouble dragging his eyes away from them as his mind filled with wild fantasies of him and Johnny in the same corner. He shook his head ever so slightly to clear his mind. He really had it bad. He groaned inwardly.
Are you all ready for the smuttiest Halloween party ever!? You better be because you are all promptly invited to go to Chapter 12 for SMUT SMUT and yet More SMUTTTT!!!!!!!!!!
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