Viggo let him command the stage. He turned away, smiled his 'enigmatic, inscrutable smile', and refused to answer any questions. He let himself be taken down the red carpet and listened to Sean answering the questions about the movie. The ones that said that it was billed to flop were so incredibly rude that Viggo wanted to say something- but he swallowed back the words, continued smiling, and kept to the plan even as he tightened his grip on Sean's hand. The chant going up was, he knew, a taunt. They thought it was a publicity stunt, a way to rack up more profits for the movie, and it pissed Viggo the hell off that what they had was being degraded like that.
As if they were a pair of show horses, made to do tricks for the entertainment of the public. Viggo had always been honest - a little too honest during some times, at some places, but he had never regretted speaking out, because he wasn't the kind to keep his mouth shut. But he had to now. Keep to the plan, Mortensen.
It was so much easier when he could just look at Sean, when they stopped walking at the end of the carpet. The world could go hang, and all the publicists and agents and reporters and busybodies in the world could go throw themselves off a cliff and Viggo wouldn't care- not when Sean was looking at him with such brilliant eyes. Not when they were kissing, and the bright lights that flashed behind his eyes every time Sean touched him and kissed him were so much more pleasant than the damn camera kisses. It wasn't a peck of the lips; it was chaste, but it was so intimate. Like Sean was laying out his heart once more, and Viggo cradled it so gently and placed it next to his own.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help when he did next. It was all instinct, the plan going to hell, because he was wrapping an arm around Sean's shoulders, the other one sliding into his hair. He kissed Sean on the temple, something achingly gentle and sweet and more genuine than he had been ever since he stepped out of the car. Slowly, he kissed his hairline, against his hair until his lips were near Sean's ear enough to whisper.
"It's going to be fine. Trust me."
Viggo's turn. He was better at this; better at choosing the exact words and shaping them to suit the situation, to play the press. In another life, he could have been a politician- but he didn't like thinking about that life, because it meant that he would've had strangled his own creative spirit. He would have never written poetry or picked up a camera or painted or acted- or met Sean.
He stepped away from Sean, careful to let the cameras see how his hand pulled against the strands. Then he took a deep breath, his hand sliding down to grab hold of Sean, and turned to face the cameras.
How long have you been dating? What about your children? Is this a publicity stunt to try to save the movie? Sean, did you cheat on Georgina with Viggo? Viggo, what about the rumours about Ariadna Gil, was she your beard? When did you two turn gay? Were your marriages a sham? Who tops? Who bottoms?
The flashes were directly in front of his eyes, and they were blinding. The questions were shouted so loudly and all at the same time, and the words all blurred together. But Viggo kept his eyes open and kept himself still, squeezing Sean's hand and keeping him still too. They waited until they stopped shouting at him and stopped snapping pictures, and took a breath.
"We are here for a movie, and a movie that I'm very proud that Sean is in." He nodded his head towards the doors of the theater. "Let's watch it. We will answer your questions after the premiere."
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As if they were a pair of show horses, made to do tricks for the entertainment of the public. Viggo had always been honest - a little too honest during some times, at some places, but he had never regretted speaking out, because he wasn't the kind to keep his mouth shut. But he had to now. Keep to the plan, Mortensen.
It was so much easier when he could just look at Sean, when they stopped walking at the end of the carpet. The world could go hang, and all the publicists and agents and reporters and busybodies in the world could go throw themselves off a cliff and Viggo wouldn't care- not when Sean was looking at him with such brilliant eyes. Not when they were kissing, and the bright lights that flashed behind his eyes every time Sean touched him and kissed him were so much more pleasant than the damn camera kisses. It wasn't a peck of the lips; it was chaste, but it was so intimate. Like Sean was laying out his heart once more, and Viggo cradled it so gently and placed it next to his own.
When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help when he did next. It was all instinct, the plan going to hell, because he was wrapping an arm around Sean's shoulders, the other one sliding into his hair. He kissed Sean on the temple, something achingly gentle and sweet and more genuine than he had been ever since he stepped out of the car. Slowly, he kissed his hairline, against his hair until his lips were near Sean's ear enough to whisper.
"It's going to be fine. Trust me."
Viggo's turn. He was better at this; better at choosing the exact words and shaping them to suit the situation, to play the press. In another life, he could have been a politician- but he didn't like thinking about that life, because it meant that he would've had strangled his own creative spirit. He would have never written poetry or picked up a camera or painted or acted- or met Sean.
He stepped away from Sean, careful to let the cameras see how his hand pulled against the strands. Then he took a deep breath, his hand sliding down to grab hold of Sean, and turned to face the cameras.
How long have you been dating? What about your children? Is this a publicity stunt to try to save the movie? Sean, did you cheat on Georgina with Viggo? Viggo, what about the rumours about Ariadna Gil, was she your beard? When did you two turn gay? Were your marriages a sham? Who tops? Who bottoms?
The flashes were directly in front of his eyes, and they were blinding. The questions were shouted so loudly and all at the same time, and the words all blurred together. But Viggo kept his eyes open and kept himself still, squeezing Sean's hand and keeping him still too. They waited until they stopped shouting at him and stopped snapping pictures, and took a breath.
"We are here for a movie, and a movie that I'm very proud that Sean is in." He nodded his head towards the doors of the theater. "Let's watch it. We will answer your questions after the premiere."