The little AU: Summer Dreams: Patterns
The little AU: Summer Dreams: Patterns
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It's almost as though they're an old married couple, Viggo thinks, although he's got no real idea what 'an old married couple' would be like, since he and Exene certainly didn't pull that off, nor his mother and father (though she may be getting there with his step-father), nor Karl with Nat...
But it's like this. When they're out in public together, rare though that is, they're chaste as can be- no hand-holding, no kissing, no anything. Even in interviews, each, when the other comes up, is complimentary but distantly so, as though discussing someone they don't really know so well anymore.
So it's always amusing to him when they meet up, at home, or in one of their many many working locations, for a day and a night or a week or a month, the passion, the riotous, rough, pleasing sex, the deep conversations and athletic, ball-tossing, wave-jumping dog-walks, the projects they start and finish around the house, the properties they look at buying- ranches, other beach houses, houses in town in London, New York City, Auckland, (Anywhere but fucking Los Angeles, Karl says, while Orlando and Viggo laugh- isn't that why there's the house at the end of the bluff road in the beginning? Because Karl hated staying at Viggo's place in LA, but loved staying with Viggo?).
And then, of course, there's Orlando. Who is nothing like any part of an 'old married couple', though his mother and fathers made that happen, his mother working miracles to make it work twice, and cleanly, sweetly, both times. Orlando, who is deeper and richer every time they see him; who's become a world-citizen in such a light and innocent way he gets very little credit for it except among those who can see past the looks to the works. Orlando, who at this moment is talking in a very un-'old married couple' way into the phone, suggesting things that Karl and Viggo might do with each other, later, while he's on stage in London and they're having one of their rare weeks at home in the house together.
So. Perhaps it's all to the good, the chaste public lifestyle, Viggo thinks, if this is what it nets him in private. He writhes a bit with Orlando's last suggestion, beginning to listen for Karl's Jeep in the driveway, and thanking his stars for this pattern to his life, instead of that.
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It's almost as though they're an old married couple, Viggo thinks, although he's got no real idea what 'an old married couple' would be like, since he and Exene certainly didn't pull that off, nor his mother and father (though she may be getting there with his step-father), nor Karl with Nat...
But it's like this. When they're out in public together, rare though that is, they're chaste as can be- no hand-holding, no kissing, no anything. Even in interviews, each, when the other comes up, is complimentary but distantly so, as though discussing someone they don't really know so well anymore.
So it's always amusing to him when they meet up, at home, or in one of their many many working locations, for a day and a night or a week or a month, the passion, the riotous, rough, pleasing sex, the deep conversations and athletic, ball-tossing, wave-jumping dog-walks, the projects they start and finish around the house, the properties they look at buying- ranches, other beach houses, houses in town in London, New York City, Auckland, (Anywhere but fucking Los Angeles, Karl says, while Orlando and Viggo laugh- isn't that why there's the house at the end of the bluff road in the beginning? Because Karl hated staying at Viggo's place in LA, but loved staying with Viggo?).
And then, of course, there's Orlando. Who is nothing like any part of an 'old married couple', though his mother and fathers made that happen, his mother working miracles to make it work twice, and cleanly, sweetly, both times. Orlando, who is deeper and richer every time they see him; who's become a world-citizen in such a light and innocent way he gets very little credit for it except among those who can see past the looks to the works. Orlando, who at this moment is talking in a very un-'old married couple' way into the phone, suggesting things that Karl and Viggo might do with each other, later, while he's on stage in London and they're having one of their rare weeks at home in the house together.
So. Perhaps it's all to the good, the chaste public lifestyle, Viggo thinks, if this is what it nets him in private. He writhes a bit with Orlando's last suggestion, beginning to listen for Karl's Jeep in the driveway, and thanking his stars for this pattern to his life, instead of that.