Sean squinted at his phone. He wondered if he had stepped into some kind of alternate world where he was in the middle of a conversation with Viggo,
I love this,not only for the mental image of Sean actually pulling the phone from his ear to squint at it, but for the dry humour in this, which is something I always associate with Sean.
“Vig, are you driving?”
Ahaha, of course he is. Stupid question, Sean. Also? It melts my heart that it’s Christmas Eve and that Viggo is on his way to Sean. Naaw.
“You’ve gotten lost within three miles of a 7/11. And a quarter mile of yer own ‘ouse.”
Man, I love the way you write dialogue. This easy flow of it – of exchanging information, of ribbing, of more serious contents woven in between, all of it reads so very natural and along the way characterizes these two perfectly. Also? Again with Sean’s dry humour, naaw, I love it.
“Anyway, is your house a big honking monstrosity with a Range Rover in front?”
Viggo Mortensen, king of segue. <3
“I called Mel and your ma and asked.”
I love how Viggo just inserted himself into the information network surrounding Sean, and how forthcoming everyone obviously is. Even if it’s just a joke, I can totally see it.
Viggo licked his own finger, and stroked it down the back of Sean’s hand. He put it into his mouth. Sean’s breath caught, just a little.
Yeah, mine, too. Love these little gestures of intimacy and affection that are never to forward but always just right.
Evie’s spendin’ Christmas with her sisters ‘cause Abby and Mel bonded over not liking Gina very much and laughing over me idiocy.”
Naaaw, Sean. (I’m sorry, I’m not all that eloquent. I stayed up waaay to late yesterday evening and I haven’t had a coffee yet. I had to read on though, hadn’t I?)
That he should be thinking about it for two years, especially after the sheer irrational rage he felt when Sean went back to Georgina. He still owned that shirt, with its shoulder soaked through with Sean’s tears. He had never washed it. Instead, it was folded neatly inside the box.
Hear that sound? That was my heart breaking. I love how you write Viggo here, btw. I love how he is quite in control of his feelings – though that’s not the right way of phrasing it, makes it sound so forced… Let me try again, I love how he seems okay with the way things are 90% of the time, like he has come to terms with how things are and even if they aren’t how he’d like them to be, he can deal with that, too, and without being on the brink of driving off a cliff continuously. It makes these moments of heartbreak – cutting in seemingly out of nowhere, like something that needs guarding all the time or it will smack Viggo over the head – all the more poignant and hurting. In conclusion: Ouch, man.
It was already written in Sean’s smile then. Viggo knew what it all meant.
Love the simple beauty of that, so nicely contrasted with the complicated “real life” and how they managed to somehow mess it up until now.
“Come along with me ta meet the girls, Mel, and Abby tomorrow.
Naaaaw, Sean.
There was a moment when he looked uncomfortable, but it was gone so soon that Viggo wondered if he imagined it.
Love this little detail. How Sean heard perfectly right that his girls probably weren’t just talking about Viggo tagging along for Christmas, and how there are so many reasons why he would be embarrassed by that, and so many reasons how this could be misunderstood but isn’t.
“Mind explanin’ why the trousers are all pink and the dresses blue?”
Aaaaw, Viggo. Man of my heart.
They- he had always chosen to take a single step back when he could have taken one forward, hadn’t he?
Oh, I love this. How he is honest with himself, not hiding behind the “we”. It would have been something so easy for someone as good with words as Viggo (and as good with lying to himself as he sometimes is – though to a far, far lesser extent in this verse). I love this bit of honesty and him for it.
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I love this,not only for the mental image of Sean actually pulling the phone from his ear to squint at it, but for the dry humour in this, which is something I always associate with Sean.
“Vig, are you driving?”
Ahaha, of course he is. Stupid question, Sean. Also? It melts my heart that it’s Christmas Eve and that Viggo is on his way to Sean. Naaw.
“You’ve gotten lost within three miles of a 7/11. And a quarter mile of yer own ‘ouse.”
Man, I love the way you write dialogue. This easy flow of it – of exchanging information, of ribbing, of more serious contents woven in between, all of it reads so very natural and along the way characterizes these two perfectly. Also? Again with Sean’s dry humour, naaw, I love it.
“Anyway, is your house a big honking monstrosity with a Range Rover in front?”
Viggo Mortensen, king of segue. <3
“I called Mel and your ma and asked.”
I love how Viggo just inserted himself into the information network surrounding Sean, and how forthcoming everyone obviously is. Even if it’s just a joke, I can totally see it.
Viggo licked his own finger, and stroked it down the back of Sean’s hand. He put it into his mouth. Sean’s breath caught, just a little.
Yeah, mine, too. Love these little gestures of intimacy and affection that are never to forward but always just right.
Evie’s spendin’ Christmas with her sisters ‘cause Abby and Mel bonded over not liking Gina very much and laughing over me idiocy.”
Naaaw, Sean. (I’m sorry, I’m not all that eloquent. I stayed up waaay to late yesterday evening and I haven’t had a coffee yet. I had to read on though, hadn’t I?)
That he should be thinking about it for two years, especially after the sheer irrational rage he felt when Sean went back to Georgina. He still owned that shirt, with its shoulder soaked through with Sean’s tears. He had never washed it. Instead, it was folded neatly inside the box.
Hear that sound? That was my heart breaking. I love how you write Viggo here, btw. I love how he is quite in control of his feelings – though that’s not the right way of phrasing it, makes it sound so forced… Let me try again, I love how he seems okay with the way things are 90% of the time, like he has come to terms with how things are and even if they aren’t how he’d like them to be, he can deal with that, too, and without being on the brink of driving off a cliff continuously. It makes these moments of heartbreak – cutting in seemingly out of nowhere, like something that needs guarding all the time or it will smack Viggo over the head – all the more poignant and hurting. In conclusion: Ouch, man.
It was already written in Sean’s smile then. Viggo knew what it all meant.
Love the simple beauty of that, so nicely contrasted with the complicated “real life” and how they managed to somehow mess it up until now.
“Come along with me ta meet the girls, Mel, and Abby tomorrow.
Naaaaw, Sean.
There was a moment when he looked uncomfortable, but it was gone so soon that Viggo wondered if he imagined it.
Love this little detail. How Sean heard perfectly right that his girls probably weren’t just talking about Viggo tagging along for Christmas, and how there are so many reasons why he would be embarrassed by that, and so many reasons how this could be misunderstood but isn’t.
“Mind explanin’ why the trousers are all pink and the dresses blue?”
Aaaaw, Viggo. Man of my heart.
They- he had always chosen to take a single step back when he could have taken one forward, hadn’t he?
Oh, I love this. How he is honest with himself, not hiding behind the “we”. It would have been something so easy for someone as good with words as Viggo (and as good with lying to himself as he sometimes is – though to a far, far lesser extent in this verse). I love this bit of honesty and him for it.