FIC: the deconstruction of transgressive heteronormativity (lotrips gen, r)
Happy new year, lj. <3
the deconstruction of transgressive heteronormativity
lotrips gen, r
for lalejandra (who asked) and all the other randomerfest girls (just because).
"Why do we have to do this?" Elijah whines, idly poking at the paintbrush in front of him. "Getting together at Viggo's house and making collages of Viggo's photos from New Zealand is a totally bizarre way to spend New Year's day."
"Shut up, cuntface," Dom says. "Viggo wants us to."
"It's not like he's really the king of us, you know. I don't think the bonds of the Fellowship extend to Viggo's crazy arts and crafts time four years later."
Dom rolls his eyes. Maybe the whole living in Hawaii thing has made him more mellow and in tune with the world or something, but Elijah seems more stupidly annoying every time he comes back to LA. Example one: the needless recap of Why They Are There And What They Are Doing. Totally typical of the boring new Elijah. Like, Dom is off having this whole experience working on Lost and getting totally in touch with primal forces of nature surfing all the time, and Elijah is ... actually, Dom doesn't know what Lijah spends his time doing these days. Probably skulking around and being emo and having coffee with Astin or something. But the point is that whatever he's doing, he simply doesn't seem to understand the necessity of bowing to the capriciousness of life. Or Viggo. Whatever. He thinks it might have something to do with the chemicals in the smog.
He wanders out into the hallway, where Orli appears to be deep in conversation with Henry.
"We were sitting there watching the sunrise, and ... and then there were these frogs, man. It was awesome," Orli is saying, but then Dom smacks him on the back of the head.
"Where's Viggo?" he says, kind of annoyed because Orli isn't nearly as deep as he's trying to make Henry think he is.
Orli shrugs. "Outside gathering ingredients to make paint, I think. It's totally profound and immersed in nature, y'know?"
Dom smacks Orli again and hears Henry snicker as he walks away. Henry's probably totally used to people saying random shit to impress his dad. Dom feels kind of sorry for him.
He wanders out behind the house to find Viggo crouched down in the flower bed, carefully examining dandelions.
"Paint is a living, breathing thing," Viggo says without looking up.
"Like dew," Dom says, pleased that being really insightful meant that conversations with Viggo now made sense. "Or fossil fuels."
Viggo nods sagely. "Every time you drive, you consume part of the lifeforce of ancient animals. Every mile is a revelation, if you let it be."
Dom thinks about this. "One day when I was out surfing I realized that every molecule of water touching my body was once somewhere else in the world."
"Don't limit your thinking," Viggo says. "Your expanded consciousness should tell you that every molecule of water was once part of some other animal or plant. The circle of life, little brother."
"It moves us all," Dom agrees.
Viggo closely examines a dandelion, then grabs Dom's wrist and rubs the flower slowly and deliberately against the inside of Dom's arm. Dom looks down at the bright streaks of yellow and is filled with a deep joy that Hawaii has given him the ability to understand the hidden depths of meaning in Viggo's message. Clearly, the dandelion represented the transitory nature of human existence painted on the broader canvas of the universe.
Dom looks at Viggo with new eyes, eyes he knows must be shining with the wonder of his new insight and experiences.
"Everything is a part of everything else, and has been since the beginning of time," Viggo says, running his thumb lightly across Dom's wrist.
"I totally know what you mean," Dom says, clasping his hand tightly over Viggo's in solidarity. "The ocean is completely postmodern."
Viggo cocks his head. "That doesn't make any sense."
Dom pauses mid-nod. "Wait a second. What doesn't make sense?"
Viggo drops his hand and stands up, squinting at him. "The ocean isn't postmodern. The ocean is above human intellectual concepts."
"But, see, I look at the ocean and it makes me think of postmodernism because it's all multifaceted and ...everything? Like, it's so many different things to so many species of plants and animals?"
Viggo pats him on the shoulder in a way that Dom is sure is meant to be reassuring, but has the effect of making Dom feel like a silly child. "Maybe one day you'll understand, little brother," he says. "You're on the right path, but some knowledge is beyond you yet." Then he scoops up the dandelions and returns to the house.
Dom stares at the now-weeded flowerbed, trying to figure out how his new insightfulness could have betrayed him so. He is part of the world. He could feel it when he was surfing, when he walked through the verdant forests of Hawaii and listened to the thoughts of the trees. He could even feel it standing here in Viggo's back yard, despite the reason-sucking smog molecules lurking in the air.
He stares up at the sky, trying to figure out where he went wrong. He hears the door slam, and then Orli is standing next to him.
"You gonna hit me in the head?" Dom asks.
Orli laughs, and chucks him on the shoulder instead. "Don't take it personally," Orli says. "Viggo doesn't always make sense."
"But he does," Dom says. "He knows things about the world. About the soul of fossil fuels and the nature of the ocean."
"Viggo just makes stuff up," Orli says. "I mean, you know that, right?"
"Viggo is deep and profound, Orli! He's the only one who can understand me!"
"Yeah, okay," Orli says. "Just come back inside, huh? We're ready to start arts and crafts time."
Dom sighs. "Orli, do you think the ocean is postmodern?"
Orli frowns in that way that reminds Dom of a retarded puppy trying to puzzle out a nuclear physics problem.
"Totally," Orli says after several moments.
"Yeah," Dom says. "Viggo is fucking weird."
Arm in arm, they walk back into the house.
the deconstruction of transgressive heteronormativity
lotrips gen, r
for lalejandra (who asked) and all the other randomerfest girls (just because).
"Why do we have to do this?" Elijah whines, idly poking at the paintbrush in front of him. "Getting together at Viggo's house and making collages of Viggo's photos from New Zealand is a totally bizarre way to spend New Year's day."
"Shut up, cuntface," Dom says. "Viggo wants us to."
"It's not like he's really the king of us, you know. I don't think the bonds of the Fellowship extend to Viggo's crazy arts and crafts time four years later."
Dom rolls his eyes. Maybe the whole living in Hawaii thing has made him more mellow and in tune with the world or something, but Elijah seems more stupidly annoying every time he comes back to LA. Example one: the needless recap of Why They Are There And What They Are Doing. Totally typical of the boring new Elijah. Like, Dom is off having this whole experience working on Lost and getting totally in touch with primal forces of nature surfing all the time, and Elijah is ... actually, Dom doesn't know what Lijah spends his time doing these days. Probably skulking around and being emo and having coffee with Astin or something. But the point is that whatever he's doing, he simply doesn't seem to understand the necessity of bowing to the capriciousness of life. Or Viggo. Whatever. He thinks it might have something to do with the chemicals in the smog.
He wanders out into the hallway, where Orli appears to be deep in conversation with Henry.
"We were sitting there watching the sunrise, and ... and then there were these frogs, man. It was awesome," Orli is saying, but then Dom smacks him on the back of the head.
"Where's Viggo?" he says, kind of annoyed because Orli isn't nearly as deep as he's trying to make Henry think he is.
Orli shrugs. "Outside gathering ingredients to make paint, I think. It's totally profound and immersed in nature, y'know?"
Dom smacks Orli again and hears Henry snicker as he walks away. Henry's probably totally used to people saying random shit to impress his dad. Dom feels kind of sorry for him.
He wanders out behind the house to find Viggo crouched down in the flower bed, carefully examining dandelions.
"Paint is a living, breathing thing," Viggo says without looking up.
"Like dew," Dom says, pleased that being really insightful meant that conversations with Viggo now made sense. "Or fossil fuels."
Viggo nods sagely. "Every time you drive, you consume part of the lifeforce of ancient animals. Every mile is a revelation, if you let it be."
Dom thinks about this. "One day when I was out surfing I realized that every molecule of water touching my body was once somewhere else in the world."
"Don't limit your thinking," Viggo says. "Your expanded consciousness should tell you that every molecule of water was once part of some other animal or plant. The circle of life, little brother."
"It moves us all," Dom agrees.
Viggo closely examines a dandelion, then grabs Dom's wrist and rubs the flower slowly and deliberately against the inside of Dom's arm. Dom looks down at the bright streaks of yellow and is filled with a deep joy that Hawaii has given him the ability to understand the hidden depths of meaning in Viggo's message. Clearly, the dandelion represented the transitory nature of human existence painted on the broader canvas of the universe.
Dom looks at Viggo with new eyes, eyes he knows must be shining with the wonder of his new insight and experiences.
"Everything is a part of everything else, and has been since the beginning of time," Viggo says, running his thumb lightly across Dom's wrist.
"I totally know what you mean," Dom says, clasping his hand tightly over Viggo's in solidarity. "The ocean is completely postmodern."
Viggo cocks his head. "That doesn't make any sense."
Dom pauses mid-nod. "Wait a second. What doesn't make sense?"
Viggo drops his hand and stands up, squinting at him. "The ocean isn't postmodern. The ocean is above human intellectual concepts."
"But, see, I look at the ocean and it makes me think of postmodernism because it's all multifaceted and ...everything? Like, it's so many different things to so many species of plants and animals?"
Viggo pats him on the shoulder in a way that Dom is sure is meant to be reassuring, but has the effect of making Dom feel like a silly child. "Maybe one day you'll understand, little brother," he says. "You're on the right path, but some knowledge is beyond you yet." Then he scoops up the dandelions and returns to the house.
Dom stares at the now-weeded flowerbed, trying to figure out how his new insightfulness could have betrayed him so. He is part of the world. He could feel it when he was surfing, when he walked through the verdant forests of Hawaii and listened to the thoughts of the trees. He could even feel it standing here in Viggo's back yard, despite the reason-sucking smog molecules lurking in the air.
He stares up at the sky, trying to figure out where he went wrong. He hears the door slam, and then Orli is standing next to him.
"You gonna hit me in the head?" Dom asks.
Orli laughs, and chucks him on the shoulder instead. "Don't take it personally," Orli says. "Viggo doesn't always make sense."
"But he does," Dom says. "He knows things about the world. About the soul of fossil fuels and the nature of the ocean."
"Viggo just makes stuff up," Orli says. "I mean, you know that, right?"
"Viggo is deep and profound, Orli! He's the only one who can understand me!"
"Yeah, okay," Orli says. "Just come back inside, huh? We're ready to start arts and crafts time."
Dom sighs. "Orli, do you think the ocean is postmodern?"
Orli frowns in that way that reminds Dom of a retarded puppy trying to puzzle out a nuclear physics problem.
"Totally," Orli says after several moments.
"Yeah," Dom says. "Viggo is fucking weird."
Arm in arm, they walk back into the house.