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ladyeclectic79.livejournal.com posting in monaboyd Jan. 12th, 2004 12:53 pm)TITLE: All Hail The Pink Tutu!
AUTHOR: ladyeclectic79
RATING: G
PAIRING: Mostly fluff, implied Dom/Billy
A/N: A sequel to my fic from last night. Guh, I love these two!
"So, how many takes of that scene did you end up doing anyway?"
"Seven altogether," Bernard answered, grimacing as his hand went to his backside. "That horse has one of the most uncomfortable gaits I've ever ridden."
Viggo smirked at Bernard, who was still in full battle-Theoden regalia. It had been a long day and both of them were tired but he still joked, "Do you ned me to give you a butt rub again then?"
Bernard shot the man a dirty look to which Viggo only lifted an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. He would never let the older man live down the time he had neded help down from his horse because of an injury and had proceeded to lower his backside straight into Viggo's hands. Of course, it hadn't helped that Viggo had given it a short squeeze and made Bernard fall straight out of the stirrups to the hard ground.
"Oh, shut up you bloody -- poof!" The last bit was grunted as Bernard collided with somebody in pink. The figure reeled backwards, arms flailing comically about, and was caught from behind before falling to the ground.
"Awfully sorry about that, I didn't.... Billy?!"
"Hmm?" Billy answered, looking up at Bernard from Dom's arms. He had collapsed backwards into his friend, and only Dom's grip on his upper body kept him from spilling straight to the ground. He lay at a lawn-chair angle, looking very comfortable letting Dom support his full weight. His companion rolled his eyes and propelled Billy upwards so that he did a graceful hop before standing straight again.
Graceful indeed; it hadn't been the accident that had blindsided Bernard but Billy's attire. "What the hell are you wearing?" the older man exclaimed, taking in the full ballerina ensemble the hobbit was wearing. Chest hair poked through the top of the leotard, and even his legs were covered with bright pink tights. The tutu fortunately covered anything risque, since little was left to the imagination with tights when it came to male anatomy.
"Oh, this bit?" Billy said, fingering the tutu. "An idea Elijah gave me. The costume department had older things from past movies, so we dipped in a bit." Instead of being embarassed at having been caught wearing the hideous thing,, Billy looked quite pleased with his find; he all but preened in front of them, showing off a few ballet movies for his audience.
Bernard almost asked Why, then realized suddenly he really, really did not want to know. Sometimes it was best to leave this duo to their own devices.
"So," Billy stated, adjusting his lacy tutu, "who's the bloody poof?"
His question caused Viggo to start laughing again and left poor Bernard feeling as if he had missed something. His mind flashed back to just before he'd been nearly trampled and it clicked. "Oh, no I was just calling Viggo a bloo--"
"Viggo!" Billy's face lit up suddenly, a huge grin widening from ear to ear. "Oh, I'm so proud of you, outing yourself to Bernard like that!"
"Err..." Bernard looked between Billy and Viggo, the latter of whom had a decidedly shocked look on his face. "Um, no, that isn't what I said..."
There was a loud sigh from behind Billy and Bernard's gaze was drawn to Dom, who was shaking his head at Billy's antics. It took the older actor a moment to realize Dom was also dressed in costume, but it was neither a poofy pink skirt nor his usual hobbit attire. From the ruffled cuffs, to the dark tights, to the antique shoes he wore, it looked to Bernard that Dom could easily have stepped right out of a Shakespearean play. "Billy, stop messing with them," Dom said, humor lacing every word.
"I wasn't teasing," Billy argued, and at Dom's disbelieving look his lips formed a pout as he added, "...much."
Dom let out a snort of laughter and, grabbing Billy's hand, stated to his general audience, "We'll just be going now."
"Where are you off to?" Viggo asked, finally pitching in on this insane conversation.
"Someone mentioned a costume party somewhere in Wellington," Dom replied with a shrug, still tugging Billy away. "Figured we'd go and crash it."
"Or just wander around town if we can't find it," Billy added innocently, brushing some dust off his pink poofed up shoulder.
Bernard was at a loss for words. "Well, um," he stammered, "you two have, er, fun then."
"Will do," chirped Dom, who proceeded to tug Billy forcefully away from the two men. They could hear faint arguing from the two as they scurried off: "I really thought he had actually done it." "Right, now they think we're idiots." "At least I'm not the one wearing ruffles." "No you're the one wearing pink." "Pink is the new black, you know..."
Bernard and Viggo watched them disappear around a corner, bemused expression on their faces as the colorful duo disappeared. "Interesting pair," Viggo mused, breaking the silence.
"Understatement of the century," Bernard answered, amusement finally breaking through the bewilderment he'd been feeling the whole conversation. He chuckled and shook his head. "And to think they never knew each other before this. I swear though, some of the stuff they come up with. I mean, thinking you're gay. Heh."
"So," Viggo stated quickly, changing the subject as they began walking again, "are you ready for the beginning of night shoots?"
"We have to finish that pre-battle stuff first though," Bernard replied. "My 'kingly speeches' as it were."
A slow grin spread across Viggo's face. "Why not get your little action figure stunt doubles to do it for you."
"Oy." Bernard exclaimed in a longsuffering voice, glad to be back on stable ground conversationally once more, "don't get me started on those little buggers!"
AUTHOR: ladyeclectic79
RATING: G
PAIRING: Mostly fluff, implied Dom/Billy
A/N: A sequel to my fic from last night. Guh, I love these two!
"So, how many takes of that scene did you end up doing anyway?"
"Seven altogether," Bernard answered, grimacing as his hand went to his backside. "That horse has one of the most uncomfortable gaits I've ever ridden."
Viggo smirked at Bernard, who was still in full battle-Theoden regalia. It had been a long day and both of them were tired but he still joked, "Do you ned me to give you a butt rub again then?"
Bernard shot the man a dirty look to which Viggo only lifted an eyebrow, his smirk deepening. He would never let the older man live down the time he had neded help down from his horse because of an injury and had proceeded to lower his backside straight into Viggo's hands. Of course, it hadn't helped that Viggo had given it a short squeeze and made Bernard fall straight out of the stirrups to the hard ground.
"Oh, shut up you bloody -- poof!" The last bit was grunted as Bernard collided with somebody in pink. The figure reeled backwards, arms flailing comically about, and was caught from behind before falling to the ground.
"Awfully sorry about that, I didn't.... Billy?!"
"Hmm?" Billy answered, looking up at Bernard from Dom's arms. He had collapsed backwards into his friend, and only Dom's grip on his upper body kept him from spilling straight to the ground. He lay at a lawn-chair angle, looking very comfortable letting Dom support his full weight. His companion rolled his eyes and propelled Billy upwards so that he did a graceful hop before standing straight again.
Graceful indeed; it hadn't been the accident that had blindsided Bernard but Billy's attire. "What the hell are you wearing?" the older man exclaimed, taking in the full ballerina ensemble the hobbit was wearing. Chest hair poked through the top of the leotard, and even his legs were covered with bright pink tights. The tutu fortunately covered anything risque, since little was left to the imagination with tights when it came to male anatomy.
"Oh, this bit?" Billy said, fingering the tutu. "An idea Elijah gave me. The costume department had older things from past movies, so we dipped in a bit." Instead of being embarassed at having been caught wearing the hideous thing,, Billy looked quite pleased with his find; he all but preened in front of them, showing off a few ballet movies for his audience.
Bernard almost asked Why, then realized suddenly he really, really did not want to know. Sometimes it was best to leave this duo to their own devices.
"So," Billy stated, adjusting his lacy tutu, "who's the bloody poof?"
His question caused Viggo to start laughing again and left poor Bernard feeling as if he had missed something. His mind flashed back to just before he'd been nearly trampled and it clicked. "Oh, no I was just calling Viggo a bloo--"
"Viggo!" Billy's face lit up suddenly, a huge grin widening from ear to ear. "Oh, I'm so proud of you, outing yourself to Bernard like that!"
"Err..." Bernard looked between Billy and Viggo, the latter of whom had a decidedly shocked look on his face. "Um, no, that isn't what I said..."
There was a loud sigh from behind Billy and Bernard's gaze was drawn to Dom, who was shaking his head at Billy's antics. It took the older actor a moment to realize Dom was also dressed in costume, but it was neither a poofy pink skirt nor his usual hobbit attire. From the ruffled cuffs, to the dark tights, to the antique shoes he wore, it looked to Bernard that Dom could easily have stepped right out of a Shakespearean play. "Billy, stop messing with them," Dom said, humor lacing every word.
"I wasn't teasing," Billy argued, and at Dom's disbelieving look his lips formed a pout as he added, "...much."
Dom let out a snort of laughter and, grabbing Billy's hand, stated to his general audience, "We'll just be going now."
"Where are you off to?" Viggo asked, finally pitching in on this insane conversation.
"Someone mentioned a costume party somewhere in Wellington," Dom replied with a shrug, still tugging Billy away. "Figured we'd go and crash it."
"Or just wander around town if we can't find it," Billy added innocently, brushing some dust off his pink poofed up shoulder.
Bernard was at a loss for words. "Well, um," he stammered, "you two have, er, fun then."
"Will do," chirped Dom, who proceeded to tug Billy forcefully away from the two men. They could hear faint arguing from the two as they scurried off: "I really thought he had actually done it." "Right, now they think we're idiots." "At least I'm not the one wearing ruffles." "No you're the one wearing pink." "Pink is the new black, you know..."
Bernard and Viggo watched them disappear around a corner, bemused expression on their faces as the colorful duo disappeared. "Interesting pair," Viggo mused, breaking the silence.
"Understatement of the century," Bernard answered, amusement finally breaking through the bewilderment he'd been feeling the whole conversation. He chuckled and shook his head. "And to think they never knew each other before this. I swear though, some of the stuff they come up with. I mean, thinking you're gay. Heh."
"So," Viggo stated quickly, changing the subject as they began walking again, "are you ready for the beginning of night shoots?"
"We have to finish that pre-battle stuff first though," Bernard replied. "My 'kingly speeches' as it were."
A slow grin spread across Viggo's face. "Why not get your little action figure stunt doubles to do it for you."
"Oy." Bernard exclaimed in a longsuffering voice, glad to be back on stable ground conversationally once more, "don't get me started on those little buggers!"
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Bwaha! Great stuff. Also, how you slipped the bit about the action figures in there. Millions of the fuckin' things...
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"Or just wander around town if we can't find it," Billy added innocently, brushing some dust off his pink poofed up shoulder.
*laughs out loud at mental image of Billy wandering the streets in a pink tutu*
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