"How can I not?" Viggo said, and the words were so true that he couldn't even think them. They stumbled out of his mouth so quickly, and his smile was crooked and utterly sincere. He stroked his hand through Sean's hair, feeling the roughness of it against his fingers, feeling the heat of his skin brush against his knuckles, and Viggo kissed his forehead impulsively, then moved down to give him a chaste peck on the lips. The kind that they were supposed to have for the cameras.
"Wear his armour, but be yourself," he said, and he tilted his head to the side. He stepped closer, his hand wrapping around Sean's shoulders. "It isn't only Odysseus who is lusted over and who is so incredibly easy to love. I fell in love with you with just one smile, and with every smile of yours I fall a little more, because you're-" he reached up, barely touching Sean's neck, his eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed, "I can write poetry about almost everything I see, but I still haven't found the words to describe you."
He shook his head, then pulled away, his hand on Sean's wrist. He looked at the tray for a moment before his smile flickered back on, and he dropped his own fifty on it before he took Sean out. The lights were down already, and Viggo nodded to the towel-man as he waited for Sean to catch up with him. They held hands, Sean's fingers rough against his own, as he walked up to their seats, beside the director and the producers, and Viggo's other side was Rachel Weisz, who played Penelope. She gave him a brief smile, and he gave a smaller, rather startled-looking one back, before they sat down and the movie started.
Viggo leaned in, close to Sean's ear. When he whispered, it was with the practiced ease of an actor who knew exactly how to project his voice. No one but Sean would be able to hear him, or even know that he was speaking. Not even the people on the other sides of them.
"They might all want you, but they will have you. They have to watch, burning jealously, as you stay by my side. They will know that it's me that you've chosen to go home with, and they'll wonder what you see in someone like me, because I'm not worthy of you." He smirked a little, his lips caressing against Sean's ear. "They'll want you, Sean. Men, women, whether they are older or they are as young as our children- they will want you."
He nipped against Sean's ear before he slid back into his seat, straightening his shoulders just as the screen flickered, and the movie started. And Viggo threw himself into only watching, stubbornly refusing to turn around to look at Sean and notice his expression. If he did, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the movie at all- and he was here for the movie. To watch Sean on the big screen; to see what he had created. To look at him and feel proud and say that- that man there, on the screen. That man who created Odysseus so seemingly effortlessly, who breathed sensuality and walked like temptation itself- that man had chosen him.
They would have to face the public later on, but that was later. Right now- right now, Viggo allowed himself to linger on his own vanity, and on the feel of Sean beside him, and Sean's hand in his.
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"Wear his armour, but be yourself," he said, and he tilted his head to the side. He stepped closer, his hand wrapping around Sean's shoulders. "It isn't only Odysseus who is lusted over and who is so incredibly easy to love. I fell in love with you with just one smile, and with every smile of yours I fall a little more, because you're-" he reached up, barely touching Sean's neck, his eyes heavy-lidded and half-closed, "I can write poetry about almost everything I see, but I still haven't found the words to describe you."
He shook his head, then pulled away, his hand on Sean's wrist. He looked at the tray for a moment before his smile flickered back on, and he dropped his own fifty on it before he took Sean out. The lights were down already, and Viggo nodded to the towel-man as he waited for Sean to catch up with him. They held hands, Sean's fingers rough against his own, as he walked up to their seats, beside the director and the producers, and Viggo's other side was Rachel Weisz, who played Penelope. She gave him a brief smile, and he gave a smaller, rather startled-looking one back, before they sat down and the movie started.
Viggo leaned in, close to Sean's ear. When he whispered, it was with the practiced ease of an actor who knew exactly how to project his voice. No one but Sean would be able to hear him, or even know that he was speaking. Not even the people on the other sides of them.
"They might all want you, but they will have you. They have to watch, burning jealously, as you stay by my side. They will know that it's me that you've chosen to go home with, and they'll wonder what you see in someone like me, because I'm not worthy of you." He smirked a little, his lips caressing against Sean's ear. "They'll want you, Sean. Men, women, whether they are older or they are as young as our children- they will want you."
He nipped against Sean's ear before he slid back into his seat, straightening his shoulders just as the screen flickered, and the movie started. And Viggo threw himself into only watching, stubbornly refusing to turn around to look at Sean and notice his expression. If he did, he wouldn't be able to concentrate on the movie at all- and he was here for the movie. To watch Sean on the big screen; to see what he had created. To look at him and feel proud and say that- that man there, on the screen. That man who created Odysseus so seemingly effortlessly, who breathed sensuality and walked like temptation itself- that man had chosen him.
They would have to face the public later on, but that was later. Right now- right now, Viggo allowed himself to linger on his own vanity, and on the feel of Sean beside him, and Sean's hand in his.