Chain Lightning III - How to Cut a Diamond
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,282
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Cutting the Pavilion
How to Cut a Diamond
Chapter three
Cutting the Pavilion
Sean was a patient man. It was paying off, too. He could tell it the moment he saw Billy the next day as a shoot was being prepped. From the look of Billy’s makeup Sean knew there were shadows under Billy’s eyes. He looked tired and had a hard time looking Sean in the eye.
The timing could not have been more perfect. This was the scene where Billy would have to tap into some very deeply buried emotions, when Pippin lay prone and weeping for Gandalf. It was an exhausting day’s work for everyone, but for Billy it was particularly hard. He was a very private person and wasn’t given to emotional outbursts of any sort. By the time the day was over Billy would be particularly vulnerable. The reasons were many.
There was loss of sleep and being pushed emotionally off-balance the night before. Then there was the toll of dragging himself emotionally to a very dark place in order to be able to act out Pippin’s grief…and then he’d have to deal with his car. Sean smiled to himself. Dirty trick, that, but Sean meant to have it his way. All’s fair and all that.
Sean didn’t like turbulence, so he avoided the choppers that took them up to the tops of the mountains where they would be doing their shoot. This gave him time for a bit of old-fashioned skullduggery. He’d popped the hood on Billy’s car and disconnected a few wires. Done and done.
By the time the shoot was over everyone was exhausted. As much as Sean hated the choppers, today he made an exception. He wanted to be there when Billy tried to start his car. It took some time for Billy to get out of his hobbit feet, much more time than for Sean to divest himself of his Boromir gear. He had plenty of time to shoot the breeze with Viggo while he waited. By the time Billy was walking out of hair and makeup it was fully dark, even better, it was now raining. Sean pulled his car up near Billy’s car and waited.
As for Billy, he had seldom had such a miserable day. First off there was that infuriating son-of-a-bitch, Bean. Arrogant fucker. Billy couldn’t help fuming a bit when he’d catch Sean looking at him. He knew Sean wanted him; he could tell from the look in his opalescent eyes and the way the tip of his tongue flicked out between his teeth, giving his handsome face a somewhat lecherous appearance. And then Billy would get pissed at himself, because when Sean looked at him like that Billy went just a bit weak in the knees.
And then there had been work. Billy had flubbed his lines a few times. In fact, he’d flubbed them every time Sean looked at him like that. Then there had been the emotional torment he had to put himself through. His eyes felt puffy from crying and his throat felt tight. As he stepped out into the chill of the New Zealand night there was a boom of thunder in the distance, then the rain came down, came down in buckets. Billy ran to his car, unlocked it, put the key in the ignition and…nothing.
He tried again. He looked around at all the other cars pulling away, probably to have a nice drink and then to head home to a nice, dry, warm bed. Billy sighed and tried to start his car again. Still nothing.
He hammered the wheel with his fists, shouting “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, you miserable shitbox! Great! Just fucking great!”
He got out and kicked the door of the car soundly. Great, just great. Now his foot hurt, too. He heard a car pull near him and turned around, hoping to catch a ride, hoping it was Dom or Viggo or anybody but that fucking…oh, no! It was, it was Sean, damn it. Billy looked around in a near panic. Sean’s car and Billy’s car were the only ones left now, like two rams facing off in a head-butting match.
Sean rolled down the tinted window, tinted like Sean’s eyes, from which he could see out, but Billy couldn’t see in.
“Get in the car, Billy, you’re getting soaked!” Sean called. He watched Billy stand there a moment. Stubborn little shit. Still, Sean had to admire him a little for it. Billy’s shoulders drooped a little and he finally went to the passenger-side door, opened it and hopped in. Sean grinned. Fortune was certainly giving him major favors.
“Now, then,” Sean said, schooling his voice to sound sympathetic and understanding. No time to loose his cool, now. “Let’s just get you somewhere warm and dry.”
Billy looked at him, hard at first, but when Sean hadn’t laughed at him again his look softened a little. He muttered a soft “Thanks.”
Then Sean leaned over him and fastened his seat belt in one smooth, fluid movement, and Billy found himself a little breathless. Sean gave Billy a reassuring pat on the knee, then pulled out of the car park.
Later Billy would wonder why he never said anything when he noticed they were heading to Sean’s place; perhaps it had been his being just emotionally washed out. Perhaps it was something more, something deeper. But for whatever reason, Billy didn’t protest when the car pulled into Sean’s drive. Sean switched the car off and stepped out, leaving Billy sitting alone and wet in Sean’s car. Billy watched as Sean walked to his door, unlocked it and walked inside. Billy sat in the car a few minutes, then sighed and went to Sean’s door and tapped on it shyly. Sean opened the door, grabbed Billy by the front of his jacket and pulled him inside.
Sean indulged himself in a small smile as he helped Billy out of his wet jacket and was rewarded with an equally small smile from Billy, a small, shy smile that was just a little grateful. The pavilion had been cut and cut with great precision so as to insure the diamond wouldn’t leak light.
To be continued
Chapter three
Cutting the Pavilion
Sean was a patient man. It was paying off, too. He could tell it the moment he saw Billy the next day as a shoot was being prepped. From the look of Billy’s makeup Sean knew there were shadows under Billy’s eyes. He looked tired and had a hard time looking Sean in the eye.
The timing could not have been more perfect. This was the scene where Billy would have to tap into some very deeply buried emotions, when Pippin lay prone and weeping for Gandalf. It was an exhausting day’s work for everyone, but for Billy it was particularly hard. He was a very private person and wasn’t given to emotional outbursts of any sort. By the time the day was over Billy would be particularly vulnerable. The reasons were many.
There was loss of sleep and being pushed emotionally off-balance the night before. Then there was the toll of dragging himself emotionally to a very dark place in order to be able to act out Pippin’s grief…and then he’d have to deal with his car. Sean smiled to himself. Dirty trick, that, but Sean meant to have it his way. All’s fair and all that.
Sean didn’t like turbulence, so he avoided the choppers that took them up to the tops of the mountains where they would be doing their shoot. This gave him time for a bit of old-fashioned skullduggery. He’d popped the hood on Billy’s car and disconnected a few wires. Done and done.
By the time the shoot was over everyone was exhausted. As much as Sean hated the choppers, today he made an exception. He wanted to be there when Billy tried to start his car. It took some time for Billy to get out of his hobbit feet, much more time than for Sean to divest himself of his Boromir gear. He had plenty of time to shoot the breeze with Viggo while he waited. By the time Billy was walking out of hair and makeup it was fully dark, even better, it was now raining. Sean pulled his car up near Billy’s car and waited.
As for Billy, he had seldom had such a miserable day. First off there was that infuriating son-of-a-bitch, Bean. Arrogant fucker. Billy couldn’t help fuming a bit when he’d catch Sean looking at him. He knew Sean wanted him; he could tell from the look in his opalescent eyes and the way the tip of his tongue flicked out between his teeth, giving his handsome face a somewhat lecherous appearance. And then Billy would get pissed at himself, because when Sean looked at him like that Billy went just a bit weak in the knees.
And then there had been work. Billy had flubbed his lines a few times. In fact, he’d flubbed them every time Sean looked at him like that. Then there had been the emotional torment he had to put himself through. His eyes felt puffy from crying and his throat felt tight. As he stepped out into the chill of the New Zealand night there was a boom of thunder in the distance, then the rain came down, came down in buckets. Billy ran to his car, unlocked it, put the key in the ignition and…nothing.
He tried again. He looked around at all the other cars pulling away, probably to have a nice drink and then to head home to a nice, dry, warm bed. Billy sighed and tried to start his car again. Still nothing.
He hammered the wheel with his fists, shouting “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, you miserable shitbox! Great! Just fucking great!”
He got out and kicked the door of the car soundly. Great, just great. Now his foot hurt, too. He heard a car pull near him and turned around, hoping to catch a ride, hoping it was Dom or Viggo or anybody but that fucking…oh, no! It was, it was Sean, damn it. Billy looked around in a near panic. Sean’s car and Billy’s car were the only ones left now, like two rams facing off in a head-butting match.
Sean rolled down the tinted window, tinted like Sean’s eyes, from which he could see out, but Billy couldn’t see in.
“Get in the car, Billy, you’re getting soaked!” Sean called. He watched Billy stand there a moment. Stubborn little shit. Still, Sean had to admire him a little for it. Billy’s shoulders drooped a little and he finally went to the passenger-side door, opened it and hopped in. Sean grinned. Fortune was certainly giving him major favors.
“Now, then,” Sean said, schooling his voice to sound sympathetic and understanding. No time to loose his cool, now. “Let’s just get you somewhere warm and dry.”
Billy looked at him, hard at first, but when Sean hadn’t laughed at him again his look softened a little. He muttered a soft “Thanks.”
Then Sean leaned over him and fastened his seat belt in one smooth, fluid movement, and Billy found himself a little breathless. Sean gave Billy a reassuring pat on the knee, then pulled out of the car park.
Later Billy would wonder why he never said anything when he noticed they were heading to Sean’s place; perhaps it had been his being just emotionally washed out. Perhaps it was something more, something deeper. But for whatever reason, Billy didn’t protest when the car pulled into Sean’s drive. Sean switched the car off and stepped out, leaving Billy sitting alone and wet in Sean’s car. Billy watched as Sean walked to his door, unlocked it and walked inside. Billy sat in the car a few minutes, then sighed and went to Sean’s door and tapped on it shyly. Sean opened the door, grabbed Billy by the front of his jacket and pulled him inside.
Sean indulged himself in a small smile as he helped Billy out of his wet jacket and was rewarded with an equally small smile from Billy, a small, shy smile that was just a little grateful. The pavilion had been cut and cut with great precision so as to insure the diamond wouldn’t leak light.
To be continued