Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

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.

Chapter List
- 39
- 40
- 41
Title: Flying with Eagles
Author: Zar
Email: zarakan@hotmail.com
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: Who would listen to? Your ex-boyfriend? Or your best friend?

Chapter 38

It took a while, but I finally managed to dress myself in an old faded pair of jeans. Henry has dubbed them my ‘artsouseousers’…something about only artists wearing stuff too ripped up for anything else. Whatever that means. It hadn’t been a conscious decision on my part, but I had pulled on a white button down as well. Wouldn’t that be sweet, match my clothing to Orlando’s.

Telling myself it was because I was too lazy to change, I did up the buttons and checked my reflection again in the mirror. It’s still covered with condensation so I drag my fingers across the cool glass, and it makes a squeaking sound as it reveals my reflection in four trails. It looks interesting, seeing me but not as it’s so blurry, and I just spend another few minutes playing around with my image and adding other marks on the side to balance it out.

“What are you doing?”

The question stuns me from the child-like trance I had fallen into and I jerk my head towards the door. Seeing as I am not about to reply him, my god walks over and carefully inspects my work with his head tilted in thought.

I feel rather embarrassed and vulnerable, having him see me so entranced in a simple mirror…but he does something I wouldn’t have expected of him.

Trailing a finger along one of the marks I made, hds ads a tick next to a smudgy blob that looks kinda like a doughnut,

“There. All better,” he announces smugly, reaching over to take my hand in his.

The funny V and O entwined are all I see before he leads me out to the living room.

~~~

‘Where was the helpless grom rom before?’ I wonder absently as I am gently pushed down onto the couch and a warm mug is pressed into my hands.

“…you were so cold, last night, I went and got the extra blanket from the guest bedroom. Did you have a nightmare, Viggo? You were mumbling and tossing…”

He is still talking as he flops down next to me and immediately cuddles into my side like a puppy seeking warmth.

“…I hadn’t realised I don’t even know where you keep the coffee, so your kitchen is sort of in a mess, since I had to dig around…but I’ll clean it up later…”

Can’t believe I didn’t realise earlier. He’s nervous and is trying to cover it up by talking…and talking…and talking…

“Orlando.”

“…but how was I supposed to know you keep your coffee there? That’s such a funny place – ”

“Orlando.”

“…after that, I couldn’t find the sugar either! How silly – ”

“Orlando!”

This time, it catches his attention and the rambling comes to an abrupt halt.

“Yes?” is his meek reply as he lowers his head to stare at the teddy mug in his hands.

“Orlando…I am going out to see Beanie now.”

There is no reaction except a slow blinking.

“Beanie?”

I have to smile at that. He’s so cute. Damn him for being so clueless and adorable!

“Yes, Beanie. I’ll go out for lunch with him.”

Then brown eyes are gazing intently at me.

“Can I come too?”

“No.” rea really shouldn’t just say things like that, judging by the way he physically recoils from me. I try again, but this time, reaching out for his hand.

“Orlando – ”

“Muffin.” He cuts in stubbornly.

Fine, whatever he wants.

“Okay, muffin.” I pause a moment as he gives me a small smile, “I need to see him alone.”

“Alone?” he repeats.

“Yeah…just me and Beanie.”

My beautiful god nibbles on his thumbnail, his lukewarm mug of coffee already forgotten.

“You’re going to leave me here?”

I hadn’t thought that far – it all depends on the outcome of Beanie and my discussion.

“Well, you could go out if you want.”

The brown curls fly as he shakes his head vigorously.

“No. I’ll stay here and wait for you.”

He can’t say things like that and not expect to break my heart.

“Orlando…”

“Don’t make me leave…I’ll be good. I can tidy up my mess! I swear!”

“I am not…”

I sigh. What can I say? I don’t want to give him empty promises, but the way he’s looking at me…

“I’ll be back.” Is the best I can do.

He smiles so winningly at me I feel bad for only being able to offer him so little.

“That’s all I am asking.”

~~~

“WHAT???”

It was so loud I gave the glaring people at neighbouring tables an apologetic nod of the head. This was not what I had expected when I asked my best friend to come out for lunch. Maybe I should have chosen a quieter location.

“Calm down, you great Brit! People are staring!”

“How can I – wait. Let me get this straight. Orlando. Came. Back.”

Mockingly, I imitate, “Yes. He. Did.”

“To Paradise.”

“Yes.”

“To be with you.”

I feel a warm glow spread within me from my heart outwards to hear the words put like that.

“Yes.”

“He came back without Eric.”

Huh. Hadn’t really thought about that.

“Yes…well at least I didn’t see Eric around the whole time.”

“Was Kurt around?”

“No. Just Orlando.”

“Well, I can tell you right now that the chances of Eric agreeing to this are zero. Absolutely zero.”

This is confusing...

“What do you mean?”

“Do you realise, this is the first time Orlando has gone anywhere by himself? Entirely by himself.”

“That’s not true! He comes to my apartment alone.”

“Okay, other than within your building? He’s always followed by someone! It’s been that way since he broke up with Hristo.”

“I know. You told me that before – that Kurt is his bodyguard.”

“And Kurt’s not here! I bet you Eric doesn’t agree with Orlando coming back here, but the silly boy came back alone anyway. He must really love you, Viggo.”

Well, here’s the tricky bit.

“Beanie…I don’t know if I can take him back.”

There is sce ace and I look up across the table to see green eyes intently studying me.

“Stop that, Beanie! You know I hate it when you stare at me like that.”

He smirks, unrepentant.

“What is the problem anyway?”

The great thing about Beanie, is that he doesn’t judge. I rambled on and on about all my fears and doubts about giving Orlando and I another shot while he sat quietly, listening and nodding at all the right places.

When it was all over, I felt so relieved, as if a burden had been halved. Yeah, that’s why you need a bestend end with broad shoulders, so he can help carry all your crap.

“Viggo…you want to hear my honest opinion?”

“Will I like it?”

“No,” is the blunt response.

“Oh.”

“Viggo…” I know he wants me to look at him, but I am unsure of how to feel now that I know Beanie agrees with my mind, “hey…listen to me first.”

I nod mutely and he continues.

“I’ve never seen you as happy or as excited as you were when you and Orlando got together. Well, not since Henry was born, and that was ages ago. But truth be told…I’ve never seen you as distraught, broken and hurt when it all ended.”

His gaze is unwavering and I can’t help but look up at him when a warm hand wraps around mine.

“But – ”

“Listen to me, Viggo…though it seems as if Orlando has changed, and everything could be perfect, you have to realise, that’s just the surface. He has so many issues he still has to face…and think about it, what if he does leave you again?”

I can’t stop the sudden cringe on my face as I hear my worst nightmare. I want to pull away from him, but he takes both my hands in his and rubs at them comfortingly, as if to take the sting out of his words.

“Viggo…I don’t know if I can help put the pieces back together again if he decides he can’t take it anymore and leaves. Or if Eric comes back after him? He’s not here now, but he will be back. Will Orlando still stay with you when your relationship isn’t in the initial stages of roses and pink champagne anymore? Things will get hard…andnow,now, I know for a fact you’ll probably be beyond repair if you fall deeper in love and he leaves. You should just let it die. Take it as a happy memory you had and forget him, Viggo…”

Forget him?

Impossible.

But I could carry on existing in this empty and meaningless life.

“Are you sure…?”

“I was speaking from a best friend’s point of view. If you want the agent’s point of view, I’d be telling you to get back with him.”

Really?

“Why?”

“You get back with him, and I know you’ll be churning out the brilliant artwork like there’s no tomorrow. Fantastic happy pieces of little puppies prancing, and flowers and kittens rolling!”

Is that what he actually sees in my paintings?? That’s really shocking, I don’t think I am going to let him look at them anymore…

“…Then, when he leaves you, you’ll again be churning out the fantastic artwork, except this time, it will be amazing broody paintings of death, loss and sadness…all of which will sell amazingly and I’ll be a rich man as the agent who cheated the poor heartbroken artist in his time ospaispair.”

Twisted bastard.

“So you see, Viggo. I am not doing this for a personal gain, this is for you. Listen to your best friend and forget the boy. You don’t want to get caught up in this again. Concentrate on your art and son…I hated seeing you in such pain and grief, and I don’t want to see it again.”

I don’t know what to say, but the expression on my face must have conveyed something to Beanie.

“I was worried this might happen…just not this soon. If you won’t listen to me, at least listen to Thomas Hardy. You know what I am talking about, you poet, you.”

He leans over and gives me a kiss on the forehead, which is something he’s never done before, but I can feel how desperately he wants for me to be happy. One last squeeze of my hand, and he’s gone with the bill, leaving me to sit and think things through.

sud sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfilment of that hope never entirely removes…

Are they right? Am I only going to be disappointed if I continue with Orlando because he left before? Or should I gamble it and try again. After all, my god has already risked so much to give me another chance…shouldn’t I at least give it a shot?

It feels like I have to choose between my best friend and the man who would be my boyfriend.

I don’t know…I really don’t know anymore.

TBC...

Again, apologies if this chapter is crap! I just sat down and wrote the entire thing with very little planning or checking. Nope, didn't check it. Got to the end, and went AHA, then up it goes.

Still feeling bad because of the cold, but it should get better s And And...hmm...Beanie isn't exactly supportive of their relationship as many of you expected. What do you think Vig should do? *Wink* And as per usual, I have no idea either. Poor boys, with confused me as their writer/manipulator!

Shui - You thi this fic to get yourself to sleep? *Blinks* Is it that boring? Hehe...aww, I am kidding. Thanks for all the encouragement, and I am really happy about your long review! If you manage to get your gf to call you muffin...well...isortsort of a weird nickname, isn't it?? Haha, but it makes sense with Vig and Orli, so I let it slide. But think about it, MUFFIN? That's so funny sounding!!

Wyall Jared - Yes sweetie! That's your name!! *Points to it* Hehe...so glad you liked it, and I was really pleased to see that you reviewed. Thank you, and hope you liked this chapter though Vig and Orli still aren't "together" yet!!

Anya - I tried to link this story up through the chapters, so I try to refer to things that happen in the past to draw it together. Too bad you had to re-read the beginning to understand the towel comment though, haha!! Glad you liked the last chapter, short as it was!! Sorry!

Chelsea Landon - Aren't you the cutest!!! Thanks for all the sweet little reviews you left me after you finished each chapter!! *Big big hug* It was so cute when I kept updating the page and getting new comments from! I ! I am sorry I made you cry. Actually, I am not. I am so happy! Really pleased you were so "into" the story and the characters you were emotionally drained by the end of it. I almost cried writing it, especially when Viggo was listening to the damned tape! And lookie! I wrote a new chapter already, so don't bat those big eyes at me anymore!! MUAH!
- 39
- 40
- 41
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Flying With Eagles