For a man who kept saying that he wasn't good with words, Sean's speech was beautiful. Viggo kept absolutely silent, only moving to reach out to curl his hand around Sean's. He was fully aware of the eyes on them even as he steadied the mic, reattaching it before he held Sean's hands together, engulfing them in his own, and he wanted so badly to kiss him.
He didn't, because he was already taking too much attention away from the director and the movie already. Viggo only continued holding Sean's hands, his thumbs gently stroking against his wrists. He kept his eyes on Sean's, trying to show him all of the love and affectionate and genuine admiration he felt for him. He wanted Sean to know how proud he was of him. How proud he was that out of all of the people in the world, Sean had chosen him.
Viggo had never really put stock in the belief that a relationship could entirely validate a person's existence. He thought it passe and frankly disgusting, because it implied a certain co-dependency, a certain reliance on someone else entirely for their own self-worth. If the relationship fell apart - and most relationships did, to the point that relationships that stayed together seemed to be the exception - those who relied on someone else for their own self-worth was going to be left shattered, broken and utterly useless, unable to remind themselves of what they were good for because they never really knew.
But he was starting to have an idea. Watching Sean, hearing his words- feeling so much awe and admiration for him and knowing that a man like this had chosen Viggo of all people for his boyfriend... he didn't have an ego, and he was famous for not having one, but he suspected that that wasn't true any longer. At least, not while he had Sean beside him- and with him, Viggo found himself having faith. That they could last. He was going to fight tooth and nail for this relationship, and do everything he could to make it work permanently. Not like Sean's short marriages, oh no.
Viggo was here to stay, and nothing would pry him from Sean's side. Especially now that he could touch him like this. Now that he could sit next to him during panels. Now that he could hold his hands underneath the table and not have to fear if anyone suspected- no one did, because they knew perfectly what he was doing. He squeezed Sean's hand a little tighter as the questions wound down to a trickle and they finished off. Sean's outburst had rendered most of the journalists incredibly cautious about what to say, and Viggo's utter silence and utterly cold stare (he slipped on Nikolai's skin for a moment) did not encourage them to be rude idiots.
Then, it was over. It was over until they moved towards the film festivals and started promoting the film. Everyone pushed their chairs back and stood up, and Viggo did so, throwing a small smile at Sean as he pulled back his chair. Viggo might not mind in the slightest that Sean had essentially compared Viggo to his girlfriend (which he didn't mind about, honestly), but Viggo wasn't going to stop with his little acts of chivalry. He liked doing them for Sean; it was a matter of pure pleasure.
Their hands slipped into each others' again as they stepped towards the red carpet. That would, honestly, be the last stretch. Viggo ducked his head down, looking at the reporters as they walked towards their car. Rachel stepped forward, taking the lead with James Bond on her arm, and Daniel winked at Sean - oh, right, they were in Sharpe together, weren't they? - before going down the red carpet for the last pictures. Viggo tried to slip away, but the last, shouted question from someone who wasn't Jordan Michaels made him stop.
"Viggo, you said that the two of you were together for fifteen years- but Sean was married just four years ago. Were-"
"No," Viggo's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. It was the first time he spoke since he had let Sean take the floor, and even the photographers stopped clicking on their cameras. His eyes were narrowed. "I said that I was in love with him for fifteen years. I've waited for him for thirteen of those."
They might as well give the bastards one last photographs. Viggo smiled, turning until his entire body was angled towards Sean. "I think," he said, looking into Sean's eyes now, ignoring everyone else. "He's more than worth the wait."
And he kissed him, again. Against the black curtains backdrop, his fingers against Sean's jaw, his other hand sliding into his hair. Picture fucking perfect.
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He didn't, because he was already taking too much attention away from the director and the movie already. Viggo only continued holding Sean's hands, his thumbs gently stroking against his wrists. He kept his eyes on Sean's, trying to show him all of the love and affectionate and genuine admiration he felt for him. He wanted Sean to know how proud he was of him. How proud he was that out of all of the people in the world, Sean had chosen him.
Viggo had never really put stock in the belief that a relationship could entirely validate a person's existence. He thought it passe and frankly disgusting, because it implied a certain co-dependency, a certain reliance on someone else entirely for their own self-worth. If the relationship fell apart - and most relationships did, to the point that relationships that stayed together seemed to be the exception - those who relied on someone else for their own self-worth was going to be left shattered, broken and utterly useless, unable to remind themselves of what they were good for because they never really knew.
But he was starting to have an idea. Watching Sean, hearing his words- feeling so much awe and admiration for him and knowing that a man like this had chosen Viggo of all people for his boyfriend... he didn't have an ego, and he was famous for not having one, but he suspected that that wasn't true any longer. At least, not while he had Sean beside him- and with him, Viggo found himself having faith. That they could last. He was going to fight tooth and nail for this relationship, and do everything he could to make it work permanently. Not like Sean's short marriages, oh no.
Viggo was here to stay, and nothing would pry him from Sean's side. Especially now that he could touch him like this. Now that he could sit next to him during panels. Now that he could hold his hands underneath the table and not have to fear if anyone suspected- no one did, because they knew perfectly what he was doing. He squeezed Sean's hand a little tighter as the questions wound down to a trickle and they finished off. Sean's outburst had rendered most of the journalists incredibly cautious about what to say, and Viggo's utter silence and utterly cold stare (he slipped on Nikolai's skin for a moment) did not encourage them to be rude idiots.
Then, it was over. It was over until they moved towards the film festivals and started promoting the film. Everyone pushed their chairs back and stood up, and Viggo did so, throwing a small smile at Sean as he pulled back his chair. Viggo might not mind in the slightest that Sean had essentially compared Viggo to his girlfriend (which he didn't mind about, honestly), but Viggo wasn't going to stop with his little acts of chivalry. He liked doing them for Sean; it was a matter of pure pleasure.
Their hands slipped into each others' again as they stepped towards the red carpet. That would, honestly, be the last stretch. Viggo ducked his head down, looking at the reporters as they walked towards their car. Rachel stepped forward, taking the lead with James Bond on her arm, and Daniel winked at Sean - oh, right, they were in Sharpe together, weren't they? - before going down the red carpet for the last pictures. Viggo tried to slip away, but the last, shouted question from someone who wasn't Jordan Michaels made him stop.
"Viggo, you said that the two of you were together for fifteen years- but Sean was married just four years ago. Were-"
"No," Viggo's voice was sharp, cutting through the silence. It was the first time he spoke since he had let Sean take the floor, and even the photographers stopped clicking on their cameras. His eyes were narrowed. "I said that I was in love with him for fifteen years. I've waited for him for thirteen of those."
They might as well give the bastards one last photographs. Viggo smiled, turning until his entire body was angled towards Sean. "I think," he said, looking into Sean's eyes now, ignoring everyone else. "He's more than worth the wait."
And he kissed him, again. Against the black curtains backdrop, his fingers against Sean's jaw, his other hand sliding into his hair. Picture fucking perfect.