"Random Thoughts" (LOTR RPS) (VM/OB) (PG)
Title: Random Thoughts
Authors: Leale
Rating: PG
Fandom: LOTR RPS, VM/OB
Summary: "...you're so random."
Feedback: Make the world go 'round.
Archive: Sure, just let me know.
Author's Note: Written (in like, less than an hour) for the lotrpschallenge Challenge #5: Bad Habits. No beta, which is not a good idea but there you have it.
Disclaimer: I have never met the men mentioned in this story and I have no knowledge of their sexuality. Everything in this story has come completely from my imaginations.
Random Thoughts
Viggo moved the yellow slips of paper around the table trying to create some sort of order.
"Pizza in fridge," was in the laundry room, amidst the jumble of clothes pulled hastily from the dryer. Orlando tended to leave things only half-finished. Viggo took a bite of the pizza--he'd found it before he'd found the note.
"Late rehearsal," was just inside the door, probably stuck to the back but the weak gum of the Post-It had failed, sending the note drifting to the floor. It made sense that it was the oldest as the others had yet to lose their adhesive. Viggo moved it aside as ancient history.
"Bills called," was a mystery. It had been stuck to the pizza in the fridge and Viggo wasn't certain whether it was meant to convey that he was to call Billy or if it was some circumlocutory way of explaining that Billy had come by and partaken in the pizza. Then again, if Orlando and Billy were tearing into a pizza, there most likely would not have been any left for Viggo. Clarity wasn't really one of Orlando's strengths, either.
"Need more kippers." Viggo folded this one carefully in half and slid it under the late rehearsal alert. He'd found it pinned to the fridge by a magnet shaped like New Zealand and didn't see the need for kippers at all, let alone more.
"Dishes clean," was pretty self-explanatory and stuck to the dishwasher.
"Robin nuts!!!!!," was on the kitchen counter without explanation and Viggo had a brief, uncharitable thought about Orlando's tendency to characterize *him* as obscure and difficult to understand.
Finally, Viggo reached the note that he was hoping had been written last, and not last night.
"Wake me." Orlando's Jeep was in the driveway and Viggo set aside the notes to climb the stairs. Sure enough, there was Orlando, sprawled on his back across the bed. He was asleep, his head turned to the side and his deep, even exhales made the curl falling across his forehead flutter. He still wore his jeans and a t-shirt that read, "Lucky to Lie". Viggo's mind immediately went to deeper meanings of this phrase, but he eased himself onto the bed next to Orlando. He stretched out on his stomach as he dragged his fingertips across Orlando's forehead, moving the floating curl aside.
"Lucky to lie next to you," Viggo murmured as Orlando opened his eyes and smiled.
"Viggo," Orlando scolded muzzily as he leaned up for a kiss, "you're so random."
Authors: Leale
Rating: PG
Fandom: LOTR RPS, VM/OB
Summary: "...you're so random."
Feedback: Make the world go 'round.
Archive: Sure, just let me know.
Author's Note: Written (in like, less than an hour) for the lotrpschallenge Challenge #5: Bad Habits. No beta, which is not a good idea but there you have it.
Disclaimer: I have never met the men mentioned in this story and I have no knowledge of their sexuality. Everything in this story has come completely from my imaginations.
Random Thoughts
Viggo moved the yellow slips of paper around the table trying to create some sort of order.
"Pizza in fridge," was in the laundry room, amidst the jumble of clothes pulled hastily from the dryer. Orlando tended to leave things only half-finished. Viggo took a bite of the pizza--he'd found it before he'd found the note.
"Late rehearsal," was just inside the door, probably stuck to the back but the weak gum of the Post-It had failed, sending the note drifting to the floor. It made sense that it was the oldest as the others had yet to lose their adhesive. Viggo moved it aside as ancient history.
"Bills called," was a mystery. It had been stuck to the pizza in the fridge and Viggo wasn't certain whether it was meant to convey that he was to call Billy or if it was some circumlocutory way of explaining that Billy had come by and partaken in the pizza. Then again, if Orlando and Billy were tearing into a pizza, there most likely would not have been any left for Viggo. Clarity wasn't really one of Orlando's strengths, either.
"Need more kippers." Viggo folded this one carefully in half and slid it under the late rehearsal alert. He'd found it pinned to the fridge by a magnet shaped like New Zealand and didn't see the need for kippers at all, let alone more.
"Dishes clean," was pretty self-explanatory and stuck to the dishwasher.
"Robin nuts!!!!!," was on the kitchen counter without explanation and Viggo had a brief, uncharitable thought about Orlando's tendency to characterize *him* as obscure and difficult to understand.
Finally, Viggo reached the note that he was hoping had been written last, and not last night.
"Wake me." Orlando's Jeep was in the driveway and Viggo set aside the notes to climb the stairs. Sure enough, there was Orlando, sprawled on his back across the bed. He was asleep, his head turned to the side and his deep, even exhales made the curl falling across his forehead flutter. He still wore his jeans and a t-shirt that read, "Lucky to Lie". Viggo's mind immediately went to deeper meanings of this phrase, but he eased himself onto the bed next to Orlando. He stretched out on his stomach as he dragged his fingertips across Orlando's forehead, moving the floating curl aside.
"Lucky to lie next to you," Viggo murmured as Orlando opened his eyes and smiled.
"Viggo," Orlando scolded muzzily as he leaned up for a kiss, "you're so random."