winter work: seeding
The little AU: Winter Work: Seeding
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Each of them gets scripts sent to him. Well, not to him, necessarily, but to his 'people'.
Karl gets the fewest. It irks him. And it amuses him. He knows he gets more here than he would in Auckland, in Wellington; the world's just not ready for the particular flavor of New Zealand film-making in large doses. Still, he's afraid of being type-cast as a half-naked long-haired guy, or a heavily-armored short-haired guy, or any combination of clothed/coiffed guy with very few lines. He gets in the habit of bringing the scripts back to the bluff house and piling them on one of the shelves in the living room where he suspects they'll mostly gather dust.
They don't though. After Seasons of Dust falls through and Pirates3:AWE stops filming, Orlando's decided to take a little time to himself. It's been non-stop work for years, and while he's eternally grateful for the work, the education, and the earnings, he's equally delighted with the quiet, the relative freedom of movement. He starts a pile next to Karl's. Soon they're keeping each other company, when they're home together, reading each other's script piles, casting, in their heads, in conversation, people they've acted with, admired from afar, wouldn't be caught dead with. The piles of scripts become one more place their lives overlap.
Viggo's got scripts, too, but he keeps them in the studio in a drawer, as though it's not really safe to keep them in the house. He doesn't trust words, really. He know only too well how the right words make him beholden to the men he 'plays', and just because he's using acting as a way of working out all those questions of 'Who would I be if?' and 'Who would I be when?' doesn't mean it's safe to leave the words around for just anyone.
So he finds it a little odd when one night Orli pulls one of his Pirates' scripts off the stack and says, "Vig, you be Jack, and Karl, you be-- Norrington, yeah. And I'll be Will, but without any worries about Elizabeth for now. I want to see what it's like to just work this-" he waves his hand at the house they live in at the end of the bluff road "- out as Will, and not me."
Viggo's not sure he wants to be Jack. He's pretty sure he can't risk losing Will, he knows for damn sure it nearly killed something, someone in him to nearly lose Orli, and he's not sure Norrington would come through like Karl has. His sceptical look must irritate Orli, who grabs back at the script and says, "No, forget it, stupid idea."
But Vig hangs onto the script. This is the first time he's been invited into Orlando's universe as someone else Orli trusts...He's nervous, but it's too tempting.
"When?" he says, swallowing, suddenly dry of throat. Karl looks slightly worried, but picks up the underlying effort to relax, to learn, and goes instead to get water for the three of them, doing as he so often does the thing that holds the kingdom together by its very practicality.
"Thank you, love, this is good," Orlando says, sipping gratefully. "Um, whenever. We could even do it in email if you want... I just want to see how deep Will is. And if... well, what it'd be like not to live with him day and night anymore. You know?"
They each nod, from completely different understandings of what he means. What will happen next is anyone's guess, but one thing's for sure- nothing's going to be quite the same, even as nothing essential changes.
"It's the first time since Rings I haven't had years of work lined up... I don't mean to brag, you know that's not it...I just... I need to find out who I am now. I thought, since he's had so much of my time, Will might want to help. That's all."
"Norrington, hmm?" Karl says. "I guess that works- hair's better than Vaako, anyway. And I like sailing."
The other two laugh, picturing Karl with Vaako's braid and Norrington's attitude, and whatever spell had been cast is broken. The clocks have changed, the weather's changing- why not change up a few things in how they talk to each other? It's just for play, after all.
"Do I get to wear mascara then, all the time, and eyeliner?" Viggo asks innocently.
Travels
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Each of them gets scripts sent to him. Well, not to him, necessarily, but to his 'people'.
Karl gets the fewest. It irks him. And it amuses him. He knows he gets more here than he would in Auckland, in Wellington; the world's just not ready for the particular flavor of New Zealand film-making in large doses. Still, he's afraid of being type-cast as a half-naked long-haired guy, or a heavily-armored short-haired guy, or any combination of clothed/coiffed guy with very few lines. He gets in the habit of bringing the scripts back to the bluff house and piling them on one of the shelves in the living room where he suspects they'll mostly gather dust.
They don't though. After Seasons of Dust falls through and Pirates3:AWE stops filming, Orlando's decided to take a little time to himself. It's been non-stop work for years, and while he's eternally grateful for the work, the education, and the earnings, he's equally delighted with the quiet, the relative freedom of movement. He starts a pile next to Karl's. Soon they're keeping each other company, when they're home together, reading each other's script piles, casting, in their heads, in conversation, people they've acted with, admired from afar, wouldn't be caught dead with. The piles of scripts become one more place their lives overlap.
Viggo's got scripts, too, but he keeps them in the studio in a drawer, as though it's not really safe to keep them in the house. He doesn't trust words, really. He know only too well how the right words make him beholden to the men he 'plays', and just because he's using acting as a way of working out all those questions of 'Who would I be if?' and 'Who would I be when?' doesn't mean it's safe to leave the words around for just anyone.
So he finds it a little odd when one night Orli pulls one of his Pirates' scripts off the stack and says, "Vig, you be Jack, and Karl, you be-- Norrington, yeah. And I'll be Will, but without any worries about Elizabeth for now. I want to see what it's like to just work this-" he waves his hand at the house they live in at the end of the bluff road "- out as Will, and not me."
Viggo's not sure he wants to be Jack. He's pretty sure he can't risk losing Will, he knows for damn sure it nearly killed something, someone in him to nearly lose Orli, and he's not sure Norrington would come through like Karl has. His sceptical look must irritate Orli, who grabs back at the script and says, "No, forget it, stupid idea."
But Vig hangs onto the script. This is the first time he's been invited into Orlando's universe as someone else Orli trusts...He's nervous, but it's too tempting.
"When?" he says, swallowing, suddenly dry of throat. Karl looks slightly worried, but picks up the underlying effort to relax, to learn, and goes instead to get water for the three of them, doing as he so often does the thing that holds the kingdom together by its very practicality.
"Thank you, love, this is good," Orlando says, sipping gratefully. "Um, whenever. We could even do it in email if you want... I just want to see how deep Will is. And if... well, what it'd be like not to live with him day and night anymore. You know?"
They each nod, from completely different understandings of what he means. What will happen next is anyone's guess, but one thing's for sure- nothing's going to be quite the same, even as nothing essential changes.
"It's the first time since Rings I haven't had years of work lined up... I don't mean to brag, you know that's not it...I just... I need to find out who I am now. I thought, since he's had so much of my time, Will might want to help. That's all."
"Norrington, hmm?" Karl says. "I guess that works- hair's better than Vaako, anyway. And I like sailing."
The other two laugh, picturing Karl with Vaako's braid and Norrington's attitude, and whatever spell had been cast is broken. The clocks have changed, the weather's changing- why not change up a few things in how they talk to each other? It's just for play, after all.
"Do I get to wear mascara then, all the time, and eyeliner?" Viggo asks innocently.
Travels