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Dreams, Decadence and Unveiled Desires	By : moraine Category: Individual Celebrities > Viggo Mortensen Views: 2199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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This is fiction. This never happened. If you are squicked about RPS, don't read the following. Please don't sue, please don't steal, if you want to archive it, ask first. Thank you.
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Author's Notes
I would like to thank Brooke for being a wonderful beta and Adrienne for being a wonderful friend when it comes to this story. May Brooke always catch my mistakes and may Adrienne continue to remind me that the written word is just that, written. Thanks for your encouragement, guys.

Dreams, Decadence, and Unveiled Desires
Part 1
By Entervixen

Shea pulled on the thick leather glove and flexed her fingers a few times to warm up the leather. The weight of the glove was comforting and familiar, telling her that while things might be shitty, her hawks wouldn't care about such trivial things.

She went to Damesela's cage first, who clicked softly as she removed the bird. Damesela was a gorgeous red-shouldered hawk who had come to her young with a broken wing and foot. Both had been saved, but being young and impressionable had taken its toll. An imprinted animal would never survive in the wild.

Damesela clicked at Shea and settled onto her arm, making faint noises of happiness and trust. "How's my sweetling doing?" she asked softly as she fed her companion a treat.

From their nearby cages Icari and Preciosa stirred, aware of her presence. She smiled. "Don't worry; you will get your exercise today." That seemed to soothe the birds, and they settled. She would not be able to do much of the work herself, but she would handle them just a bit to reassure them that they still had a home.

She had hooded Damesla and was taking her out to a nearby field to exercise her before that day's work. Shea had flown her twice when a sound came from behind her.

Shea turned around, shielding her eyes from the rising sun's glare. The person’s facial features were hard to make out from the glare, but the tall, lanky figure and particular gait identified him right away. "Hello, Viggo," she said, a faint smile touching her lips. The smile didn't last, however, as she willed her face to stone and turned, not wanting to give away something she wanted hidden. "My face is stone, uncontrolled by unwanted emotions. The tide within me recedes, allowing clear thought..." Shea chanted her mantra over and over to herself, willing her face still and her emotions hidden. "The call of the sirens affects me not, as I do not hear them. The moon passes over me, uncaring." Carefully she folded everything away inside her, all but her love of Damesela, her want to fly on such finely crafted wings and be tied by nothing.

Viggo saw the ghost of a smile cross her face before she turned away and he smiled. He admitted, to himself and to his close confidants, that he liked her. It was more than her beauty that attracted him, though her tanned features, sun lightened hair and lean, toned body were attractive. It was more than what lay underneath, though he found her to be quite intelligent and witty for all of her stoic silence. And it was more than being unable to have her, for he was getting better at reading her and knew that something more lay beneath. He liked her because he just did; whether it was helping her exercise the birds, small talk where nothing was truly said except for what was left untouched, or the silences they would lapse into without feeling the need to speak.

"I can cast the lure for you," Viggo offered as he came up on her left.

"Thank you," she said quietly, handing over the lure and the bait. Her eyes raised, briefly making contact before she turned back to Damesela.

"Will you be working with the other birds?" Viggo asked as he cast the line. Shea didn't respond right away; instead she removed the hood and flung Damesela into the air, watching as she closed on the lure and brought it to earth.

"A bit, for as long as I am able." She put her fingers to her lips and whistled two short bursts of sound that Damesela responded to immediately. Her eyes drifted to Viggo's face and lingered for a moment before looking away again. She scolded herself mentally as she hooded Damesela again. She was sure that her face had betrayed her, given away her closely guarded secret. "My face is stone, uncontrolled by unwanted emotions..."

Viggo had seen the look of rapture pass over her face as she watched the hawk, and the almost childlike _expression of longing that was for him. A hint of color tinted her cheeks as she turned from him, flicking her hair over her profile, hiding from him.

They spent the rest of their time in silence, Viggo not wanting to drive her away and Shea afraid of staying.

Once they started filming, she was more businesslike than that morning. Viggo didn't blame her. They were working with all three birds, which put a lot on Shea. While she did have several helpers, she was the master falconer and so most of the pressure was on her.

Shea was for the most part happy for the work. Because Viggo had worked with the birds a lot with her and they had taken to him, she could trust Damesela, the most temperamental the three, and one of the apprentices with him. One of the actors who was also handling the birds had a father that was a falconer, though he was a bit awkward around them at times. The problem was The Woman. Shea never used her name, even when thinking of her. She was simply, "The Woman." The Woman didn't like the birds, so they didn't cooperate well with her. Even Icari, raised from a hatchling by her own hand was temperamental and difficult.

“Just hold your wrist still and let her perch," Shea said to The Woman. "You don't have to fly her here, just hold her on your wrist."
The Woman scowled and flicked her hair back. Shea had to take a step back and calm Icari, as the feel of the hair moving through the air and the very palpable waves of defiance radiated from The Woman.

"She's heavy and won't hold still."

Shea held her tongue and started reciting her mantra to calm both her self and the bird. "Birds have hollow bones, and she is also the smallest, not to mention the most peaceful of the three. If you just calm down and hold your arm really still, things will be fine."

The Woman scowled again and stamped her foot. Shea's eyes widened a millimeter and she stepped back another step, pivoting to shield Icari. She really didn't think The Woman would do anything, and doubted whatever she could do, but she didn't want to defend herself with an agitated hawk on her wrist. Shea quickly recovered her senses and slammed her mental walls into place. "I was merely trying to help. If you have a problem with it, I suggest you take it up with someone else. I care for the hawks; I did not choose the actors." With that hanging between them, Shea turned and walked away, ignoring the pang of joy brought on by The Woman's shocked expression.

Shea walked towards the cages with Icari, forcing herself to relax. Icari was upset, twittering and clicking in agitation and restless to boot, shifting back and forth on her wrist. The Woman wasn't important, what was important was calming Icari down.

Shea could hear everyone slowly stop working as they realized she was walking away. She tried to ignore that too as she clung to her composure and tried to get the restless Icari to settle a bit.

Icari wasn't as agitated by the time they reached the cages, but she was still clearly upset, which meant she would be useless for the rest of the day.

"Things okay?'

Shea turned to see Paul, the director, coming towards her. Everyone behind him was staring and trying to figure out what was going on. All except The Woman at least, who had run off somewhere.

Shea sighed and removed Icari's hood, giving her a treat before placing her in the cage. "She is having trouble handling the birds."

Paul nodded, gazing at Icari for a moment before turning back to her. "How badly?"

"Icari baits when handled by her, and is overall easily agitated."

Paul nodded again, sucking slightly on his lower lip. "And Icari is the most docile, correct?" When Shea nodded he went on. "I'll have to discuss it with a few others, but perhaps we can have a stand-in for when she has to handle Icari, and you or someone else can fly her for certain scenes, make it look like she is." He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "That's about all I can offer, but I'll make sure to find someone who is comfortable around birds."

Shea sighed and nodded. "Thank you. That is very kind of you to offer."

"No problem." Paul clapped her on the shoulder and smiled when she jumped. "Sorry, forgot you don't care for that. I just want to make sure the birds are all right and try to finish filming on time."

She heard Paul call for break as she turned to check on Icari. Viggo came up beside her, Damesela perched on his wrist and the apprentice in tow. He handed her to the waiting man and turned to Shea, a look of sympathy on his face. "She can be hard to deal with at times, but she isn't too bad a person."

Shea sighed and closed the cage door. "Granted that seems to be true, but since my interaction with her has been with the birds, she is always a difficult person." Shea sighed again and moved to the side, forcing both Viggo and the apprentice to one side as she checked on Damesela. Seeing that she was fine for the moment, she then moved to Preciosa, who had just then returned.

"Paul said that the birds won't be needed for the remainder of today." Viggo's careful soft tone told Shea that she had let more emotion slip past her guard than she wanted to. "We'll work more with them tomorrow."

"Today's scene wasn't finished. Preciosa and Damesela are fine to go on for a bit longer." Shea stroked Preciosa's breast with a feather, taking comfort in the soft sounds of pleasure the bird issued.

"There are other scenes that can be shot," Viggo countered. "Take a break. Things will be fine."

Shea stubbornly shook her head and turned to face Viggo, her face more closed than he had ever seen before. Right then he wished for a slip of emotion, preferably a smile but anything breaking through that iron facade would have done at that moment. "I will stay and tend the birds. Paul may change his mind and wish to use them again today."

"I'll let him know," Viggo said quietly. In the meantime, relax a bit. It might do you some good."Tentatively he reached out and gave her elbow a squeeze, hoping to reassure her. "Okay?"

Shea felt her eyes widen against her will as she fought to contain her shock, and the small pleasure she got from that simple touch. "Oh, um, yeah. Okay." Feeling like an idiot for her poorly formed reply and break in her resolve, she took a step back and watched him walk away for a few seconds before turning to tend the hawks. People were hard to deal with, but the more straightforward hawks easily distracted her from her weighted thoughts.

She had done everything she could with the birds, several times, so checking to see where they were in filming, Shea let one of the apprentices know where she would be and headed off for a bit of privacy.

Shea found a semi-private place not too far off and sank her hips into the first stance she knew. Slowly at first, but with increasing speed she went through the moves her mother, a world renowned jujitsu instructor, had taught her. Letting her body flow from one pose to the next, she let everything flow through her body and grounded it into the earth, letting all of the stress and excess emotion flow out of her.

"I didn't know you knew martial arts," Viggo commented from behind his seat on the ground behind her.

Shea turned around and nodded, wiping the sweat from her brow with a handkerchief produced from her back pocket. "My mother is a jujitsu instructor. I learned from her."

Viggo smiled and rose to his feet. "You are very graceful. She must have taught you well."

Shea nodded once more. "She was, and still is a good instructor." Done with the handkerchief, she replaced it and fixed her eyes on him. "So, do you make it a habit to follow me, or does boredom drive you to eccentricity?" Just as quickly as she leveled her cool gaze on him, she dropped it and started to stretch out her muscles.

"I've just come to enjoy the company of someone I respect." He slid his hands into his pockets and looked at her, an expression of both deviousness and innocence on his face. It was both an intriguing and confusing expression.

"Uh-huh." Shea finished the last of her stretches and once again fixed her cool gaze on him. Devoted for someone claiming mere respect." Her tone was the same, the words themselves bordering on dangerous. Viggo knew now, however, that she was baiting him, trying to get a rise from him for some reason only she knew and he could guess at. It was something she had taken to doing, especially now that he had caught on.

Viggo knew what she expected; he now also knew how to throw a kink in her works, a kink that he wanted to place there to see if he was right and to find out where all this mystery and wondering was headed. He thought for a second on the consequences, knowing he could lose someone he considered a friend, and took the dive. "Then what do you think?"

Shea was caught off guard by his response. She had been expecting something playful, something teasing, something vastly different from the very straightforward and volatile question now before her. She quickly gathered her composure, but she knew he had seen what lay beneath; she felt it pass over her face and saw his reaction to it.

What came next was even more unexpected and even more earth shattering. "I've seen how you look at me when you think I don't notice, or when you think you're hiding, and I feel the same way. But if you don't want things to go beyond what is here, now, between us, want things to be nothing more than a professional relationship, then I'll let sleeping dogs lie." And with that, he turned around and left a stunned and exposed Shea to her own thoughts.

TBC...
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