The little AU: Vignettes: Traveling companions: one
The little AU: Vignettes: Traveling companions: one
slashfairy
Venice is warm and welcoming, shirt-sleeve weather, and they make it in through the airport without being photo-stalked at all as far as Viggo could tell. It's not until they come off the water-taxi, one of the many pressed into service to carry participants from Venice proper to Lido, to the island where la Mostra Internazionale d'Arte Cinematografica di Venezia is held every year, that the cameras start snapping, their names called over and over in Italian, British, Spanish, French accents. Viggo remembers the first time he came, letting himself be new here, taking it all in: the history, the architecture, the languages, the art, the weather, the sea, Venice there just across the channel, and he wraps his arm around Cody who is both eager for and shrinking just a little bit from this adventure.
Venice is beautiful. The sky is blue, the clouds white, the sands clean, the sea turquoise. Everywhere are people in casual elegance, and Kodi looks up at Viggo as if to say Is this going to work? You in a tux shirt and no tie, me with my hair spiked? Viggo wraps his arm around Kodi for a moment, then raises his hand in salute as the cameras snap. Later that night someone of Kodi's friends from home will email him one of the pictures, and he and Viggo will giggle over it just before they go in to the second screening of the movie.
It's something people will remark on, over and over- no matter what else their reaction to The Road, their reaction to the respectful fun-loving relationship between Viggo, the actor, and Kodi, the actor, is honest: their friendship, their equality, is apparent to everyone. They speak of it themselves in every interview: how lucky they were in each other, pranksters, adventurers, explorers of the human condition, and for every scene in grey ash and bone-chilling cold each can remember terrible jokes, an impromptu game of futból, some ridiculous song sung as a round where giggling takes the place of words as the singing goes by the way.
It's late at the end of the second screening, and as much as he wants to stay up, to be wired and to keep going, Kodi's tired. He leans against Viggo for just a moment before joining his parents to head to their hotel.
"You know Henry, Viggo's son? He's a lucky boy," Kodi says as the water-taxi pulls away. He turns around and waves to Viggo there on the dock, before letting himself lean up against his father's side, grinning. Tomorrow's another day of promotion, and somewhere in there, he's thought of a new prank to play on Viggo.
Who, he's learned, will have one to play on him, by day's end.
Fair's fair. Someone has to carry the fire.
slashfairy
Venice is warm and welcoming, shirt-sleeve weather, and they make it in through the airport without being photo-stalked at all as far as Viggo could tell. It's not until they come off the water-taxi, one of the many pressed into service to carry participants from Venice proper to Lido, to the island where la Mostra Internazionale d'Arte Cinematografica di Venezia is held every year, that the cameras start snapping, their names called over and over in Italian, British, Spanish, French accents. Viggo remembers the first time he came, letting himself be new here, taking it all in: the history, the architecture, the languages, the art, the weather, the sea, Venice there just across the channel, and he wraps his arm around Cody who is both eager for and shrinking just a little bit from this adventure.
Venice is beautiful. The sky is blue, the clouds white, the sands clean, the sea turquoise. Everywhere are people in casual elegance, and Kodi looks up at Viggo as if to say Is this going to work? You in a tux shirt and no tie, me with my hair spiked? Viggo wraps his arm around Kodi for a moment, then raises his hand in salute as the cameras snap. Later that night someone of Kodi's friends from home will email him one of the pictures, and he and Viggo will giggle over it just before they go in to the second screening of the movie.
It's something people will remark on, over and over- no matter what else their reaction to The Road, their reaction to the respectful fun-loving relationship between Viggo, the actor, and Kodi, the actor, is honest: their friendship, their equality, is apparent to everyone. They speak of it themselves in every interview: how lucky they were in each other, pranksters, adventurers, explorers of the human condition, and for every scene in grey ash and bone-chilling cold each can remember terrible jokes, an impromptu game of futból, some ridiculous song sung as a round where giggling takes the place of words as the singing goes by the way.
It's late at the end of the second screening, and as much as he wants to stay up, to be wired and to keep going, Kodi's tired. He leans against Viggo for just a moment before joining his parents to head to their hotel.
"You know Henry, Viggo's son? He's a lucky boy," Kodi says as the water-taxi pulls away. He turns around and waves to Viggo there on the dock, before letting himself lean up against his father's side, grinning. Tomorrow's another day of promotion, and somewhere in there, he's thought of a new prank to play on Viggo.
Who, he's learned, will have one to play on him, by day's end.
Fair's fair. Someone has to carry the fire.