http://vbmods.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] vbmods.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] wordsontongue2009-07-20 03:32 pm
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That

Title: That
Author: [livejournal.com profile] helena_s_renn
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst lite
Prompt(s): #20: trust, "stirring the concentric circles" and a picture of Fidel's
Disclaimer: As always, this is fiction. It never happened.
Summary: Viggo revists



It would be ten years, later in the winter, or summer in NZ. Viggo went back months early, just sort of wandering. It turned into his one walk-about, with some driving. Time being what it was, always passing too quickly, he purposefully wandered into Fidel's, a lock and key to various dusty memories.

At the door, Viggo beat back the sense of déjà vu he'd been feeling about the place as foresight. The furniture had been moved around. A young couple sat across from each other, immersed in themselves, at the closest thing to 'their' table. Standing there, he caught himself pulling at his right earlobe and tingling as he remembered that night. And that conversation.

Sean had raised his eyes, slung that look. Viggo was entranced with the gold-tipped lashes. Opening his mouth with a flick of tongue to the point of his upper lip below two days' stubble, the rolling voice like green hills and open ore pits bored into his belly. There was a powerful attraction, new, no denying that. Tha', all the drivel he'd heard before and since was new and relevant then: rebound, good mates, a little drunk, time nearly done here. Viggo had sat back, finished his beer, and made painfully nice for the rest of the evening. It was a rare thing for him to put himself on a limb, rare to do it for a man, and rare still to be turned down. Maybe Sean was right but damn, it had stung. That blond devil had dropped a stone in Viggo's pond and they'd ridden away from each other on the concentric circles.

The hostess beckoned him and led him into the main room, making it clear he could pick any free table he liked. He chose another, where he'd been on the other end of such a chat. He'd have to call that one a draw, though, a literal pissing contest. Picking up the menu, memorized and unchanged, Viggo chuckled at his antics at the decade remove. Gradually, little snatches of other times here filtered back. Such blind trust they'd all shared. Innocent, despite their filthy habits. He didn't know whether to smile or cry in the shady spot next to the walkway into their tiny, five-table courtyard.

Some feeling, a tangible anticipation told him Sean would walk in, sit, like his presence would triangulate something out there within the sphere of Karma or chance, and they'd pick up their broken thread. Two hours later, he was still there, replete on local fish and microbrew. Viggo paid his bill and instead picked up his unplanned trail, boots pointed towards the next unassuming landmark. Maybe next time, maybe in winter, maybe never, as far as him seeing the man again on what was sacred soil for all of the Nine and the hundreds who had made them happen. It was just good to be here, breathing the air. The ghost faded a little, and the evening danced on, a sybarite virgin.

[identity profile] caras-galadhon.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Melancholy and lovely. I could really feel the ripples of their relationship flow outward and back again, and while it ends on a slightly sad note, it makes me hopeful that Viggo's trust will be proved out, and he'll meet up with Sean at some point in the future, on that soil. Very lovely.

[identity profile] helena-s-renn.livejournal.com 2009-07-24 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
i hope so too... at some point. sometimes things come around like that. it's great the first word you put down was 'melancholy'. that's how it felt to me, too.

[identity profile] mooms.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh yes! I love the way you have used the prompts and that metaphor :

That blond devil had dropped a stone in Viggo's pond and they'd ridden away from each other on the concentric circles is so good

I agree that although the tone is wistful and a little melancholy, the end is hopeful, but maybe that is just me wishful thinking. :)

[identity profile] helena-s-renn.livejournal.com 2009-07-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
thanks, very very much. it is/was like that for me, too. and a lot of wishful thinking, yeah.

this viggo was even more without sean than the real one, poor guy.

[identity profile] shegollum.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
i truly love this sense of hopeful, satisfied melancholy. you can feel his appreciation for what must have been a magical time and it's all wonderfully acute. really a great job. *hugs*

[identity profile] helena-s-renn.livejournal.com 2009-07-24 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
wonderfully acute. now THAT was wonderful. thanks very much. although viggo has said on more than one occasion he's moved on, i'm sure he hs little moments where he goes back to it.

[identity profile] govi20.livejournal.com 2009-07-21 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
That was lovely, though a bit sad. I am one of those suckers feeliong something hopeful in the end too, though.

[identity profile] helena-s-renn.livejournal.com 2009-07-24 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
i swear, i kept expecting sean to walk in. it was kind of a surprise, or anticlimactic, that he didn't. thanks for the comment.

[identity profile] stormatdusk.livejournal.com 2009-07-24 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)
rolling voice like green hills and open ore pits

Innocent, despite their filthy habits

sacred soil for all of the Nine


geez, i love to read the magic you make.

[identity profile] helena-s-renn.livejournal.com 2009-07-26 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
thanks... i'm always happy to know what phrases stuck in the fore. *hugs*