"Fragments, put together" for eyebrowofdoom - Lotrips SlashaBaby 2012

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Title: Fragments, put together
Recipient: eyebrowofdoom
Author: afra_schatz
Pairing: Viggo/Bernard
Rating: PG
Summary: 11 drabbles, 11 snapshots of Viggo's thoughts, somehow mostly revolving around Bernard.
Notes: Merry Christmas and all that, and I hope you like this

Comments

[evocates]

Later that day, Viggo locks himself in the bathroom of his empty house, takes all his clothes off. He takes pictures of the different colors of his skin, an entire film, then develops it. He burns the prints a few weeks later, when the bruises have faded, and the pictures have subsequently lost their appeal.

This is somehow perfectly Viggo to him - that he's incredibly fascinated by the sight of those temporary bruises on his skin, wanting to look at them in every angle using the camera because he can't do that with his bare eyes. But once the bruises fade, the pictures lose their meaning- it's really very much of an artist without flaunting his ~artistry~.

He bribes Sean (who has experience with baking and frosting thanks to two girls at home) to doing it for him in exchange for one of his cherished Jazz LPs. At that point Viggo would have been willing to give one of his kidneys for a handful of muffins with sprinkles.OKAY THAT MENTION OF SEAN JUST HAS ME FALLING IN LOVE WITH HIM ALL OVER AGAIN (omg the implied imagery of him

[foxrafer]

Viggo is still searching for the right word(s) to capture those two days. Perfect, maybe.

Viggo learns all these things, keeps them to himself. Tangible things.

For a moment he fears that this is the epitaph of his own honesty, of everything this maybe could have become

I really like the quiet reflection in this mixed with the brief moments of emotional turmoil. There's an honesty in these emotions that really resonates with me.

Viggo admires ... Sean for his faith in values
It's not really directly connected to the main thrust of the story, but I really do love this line.

[feelforfaith]

Aaah, perfect. Without "maybe" :).

Reading this was like slowly savoring a mug of hot chocolate on a chilly day. Just warms you up from inside.

This:

Viggo spends a sleepless night talking to Sean about football. He spends one day conversing with Ian in Shakespeare quotes, two days talking to Billy solely in Monty Python. He spends a week speaking more to Uraeus than to all of his other friends combined (Dom tells him to write a horse dictionary and ends up ass first in the muck heap). On a weekend when they don t have to work, Bernard takes him fishing. Neither of them says a thing for nearly 48 hours.

♥!

And the whole last paragraph - so, so good!

[eyebrowofdoom]

Thank you lovely author, this is great! I love the singing under his breath, and that he made him watch the cricket.♡

[itstonedme]

'Scandalmonger' Dom. :D

The last paragraph is special. So is the one before that, and the one before that, and the one...

Viggo -- your Viggo -- is incredibly alive in this story, complex and wacky and intense and sweet. A wonderful story, and I could have read much more of it.