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[lovely_ambition]

He’s lost, but he isn’t. He simply can’t find his way out of the woods. He shuts his eyes and gently scolds himself as he glances upwards to locate the moon and stars through the thin canopy of leaves. His clothes keep getting caught on branches and there is no denying it now. He is utterly lost.

“Can’t find your way?” A voice startles Sean. When he catches his breath, he turns to find Viggo standing expectantly between two trees, and in this light (with that expression on his face) he looked like Aragorn.

“Lost,” Sean mutters, unable to catch his breath. He navigates through the thick carpet of leaves and twigs beneath him until he reaches Viggo’s side. “What are you doing out here?”

“Looking for you,” he smiles calmly. “Thought you’d get lost. It’s in you.”

Sean doesn’t speak. He only watches the calm expression on Viggo’s face, and it made him want to scream and throw it off. He wants to see Viggo lose it; lose the mask he wears. He wants to make Viggo display all the emotions he holds within him. Sean doesn’t understand how a man can be so calm and never display the slightest hint of losing control.

He wants to slap the calm out of Viggo and make him lose control.

“I know the way,” Viggo begins to lead him off as Sean takes one last look at the stars.




Ping.

Billy’s eye twitched as he felt someone’s gaze land upon his back. He turned from the conversation to smile reassuringly at Dom.

“Nothing is going on between us. Relax.”

“He’s all over you!”

One hand on Billy’s shoulder, and the gentle pinging turned into more of a dull throbbing. Billy flinched and relaxed into the warm hand on his shoulder, laughing with the conversation.

“I can’t help what I feel.”

“It’s very distracting.”

“Yes, well, so are you.”

Gentle throbbing turning into a low beat on his back, and he hears footsteps and an all-too-familiar voice joining them. The group greets him, and the warm hand is removed from his shoulder and transferred to someone-not-him, and then the low beat is gone.

And now he feels it.

Ping.

…coming from himself. A stranger’s hand all over what is his, and it isn’t right; it isn’t fair. Ping becomes throb now.

“And you’re saying he doesn’t do it with you?”

“God, he does it with everyone!”

“And why shouldn’t he?”

Billy smiled thinly as he excused himself and Dom from the group and broke the intruder’s hold on him before navigating their bodies into a trailer, grasping for kisses and groping at clothing in the shadows.

“Because you’re mine.



No matter how old Elijah is, he will always strike people (and Billy, always Billy) with the silent awe that lives in his eyes. He will be thirty-eight, and a kind woman on the street will pass him by and begin to drown in a sea of blue wonder. When he is twenty-seven, a little child will latch onto his hand and lose herself while she locks onto his eyes, and finds a new universe of sparkling stars in his pupils. When he is forty-four (aging perfection, as Ian and Viggo say) one of his fellow co-stars will be speaking, and forget what he was saying when he looks into Elijah’s eyes and finds peace.

But Elijah is twenty-two, and the only person he wants to find inner depth, and new universes in his eyes has a thick Scottish accent and likes to wear kilts. Elijah’s face lights up with amazement when the eyes of Billy are focused only on him, and are interested in studying the deep blue depths, and the sparkling stars. Billy wants nothing more than to dive those depths, and explore the stars, and he’s got all the years in a lifetime to do it in.





While Billy loves being on stage, there’s an element to the backstage that he adores. The curtains. The fabric varies from stage to stage, and on this one, they feel like velvet. He loses himself in the various folds of fabric, the smooth feeling caressing his cheek, and then, he finds himself joined by a second set of hands.

He falls into the embrace as the fabric of the curtains pools around him and swallows them both whole. These curtains are red, like a light coloured wine, and Billy smiles as Dom takes him deeper into the fabric, effectively losing themselves, and distancing the general public from the way Dom leans into the kiss, soft and slow, smooth as the curtains and ever so quietly.





The day that Dom and Elijah got together, they schemed, they plotted, and they giggled like the geeks they were. They pointed at people, and whispered crude jokes, making little notes about appearances and their behaviour. And then, they began to form a devious little plot that involved the term “tag-team” and “Sean Astin”. There were many diagrams and plots of order that came about that involved these two terms, but in the end, the decision rested upon the young actor who went by the name of Elijah.

“Jump him,” he had said decisively and Dom had nodded gleefully. They had hid behind the hobbits’ trailer, and kept their clothes all in black. When “Sean Astin” left his trailer, the two young and virile hobbits had jumped him and forced him into an empty trailer that had been waiting to the side. Once in there, they had grinned like maniacs, and began to lay their hands all upon the committed man.

Billy watched as half an hour later, Dom and Elijah left the trailer, exchanging high fives and devious grins, and soon after Sean came out, hair dishevelled and clothes rumpled, a glowing look to his face and a smirk on his face.

Billy cursed himself for missing out on hobbit happy hour.