The Moose, the Tree, and the Irish Writer
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Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
1,456
Reviews:
11
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.
Darkroom
Tabby retreated back to her room. She pulled out her laptop and got it set up on the small desk in her room. When Viggo came back in she was typing away on it.
He stood in the doorway watching her. "Caught the writing bug?" Viggo asked as he stepped into the room.
"Aye, I think I did...I think I finally rounded out one of my characters I was having trouble with...thanks to something Kate said." Tabby admitted never missing a beat, typing along not even looking at the screen but at Viggo.
"Then I will leave you to it." Viggo leaned down and kissed her on top of her head. He wasn't sure why he did it but it felt natural.
She smiled but kept typing.
He decided ead ead down to his studio and grab his camera. He needed to finish the roll he started yesterday before the accident. Plus he needed time out of the house, away from Tabby. He needed to think about what he was feeling for her...why did he feel so off balance the moment he met her? Why couldn’t he seem to get that balance back?
Tabby looked out the window as she saw Viggo walking across the yard toward the barn. He had his camera with him and she couldn't help but smile to herself. She felt so comfortable here in his home; with him...that feeling scared her but also made her feel got tht the same time. It had been three years since she caught Michael cheating on her...maybe it was time to trust real men again and not just her fictional characters?
Time passed quickly; before she knew it she had typed more than thirty pages on the screen. She saved them and then shut down the system as her stomach started to growl. She made her way through the quiet house to the kitchen, no Viggo. She went into his studio...he wasn't there either. "Viggo!" She called through the house; she even went to Henry's room. He hadn't come back yet. He probably gets as wrapped up in his photography as I do my writing. She thought.
She went back to the kitchen and heated the kettle and grabbed an apple. After she finished she went back upstairs. She went back to her room and then crossed to her window and looked out...and there she saw him. He was walking back against the wind just on the other side of the barn. His hair was whipping around his face and his jacket seemed to be fluttering behind him like a banner. She watched him for a few minutes and then she went downstairs and reheated the kettle. He would want something warm after being in that wind all day.
He walked in the back door stomping his feet a bit trying to get feeling back in his toes. It was only late September but already the wind was biting cold.
Viggo stood in the doorway-watching Tabby pour tea for him. "Here, you are cold." She said softly.
He stripped off his jacket and set his camera bag on the counter then sat down at the bar. "Thanks." He said enjoying the way that the warm cup was seeping warmth back into his fingers.
She stood across from him leaned on the opposite counter. "Did you get some good shots?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so...the light is strange today with all the wind tnd the way the clouds keep passing in front of the sun and stuff...should make some interesting shots...either that or they will look like shit." Viggo said grinning.
"Nonsense they will be wonderful." Tabby said setting her own cup down on the counter next to her.
"You get much written?" Viggo asked taking a slow swallow of the warm tea...it burned all the way down to his stomach. He hadn't realized just how cold he had gotten out there.
"Yes, around 30 pages I think. Quite a lot more than I have done in a long time. I had a bit of writers block before I ended up here...seems the fog has lifted though." Tabby said tapping her finger against her cup.
Viggo smiled then. "Good. Well I want to try and get these developed before dinner...you want to come help me?"
"Are you sure I wouldn’t be in the way?" Tabby asked intrigued that he woulvitevite her into his darkroom.
"No, don't think so...I taught Orlando how to develop his own film, if I can put up with him in a darkroom then I can tolerate anything." Viggo said smiling at her.
"Ok, would love to see how it's done...I could always use it in a story. I like to know what my characters are doing are actually real things." She said setting her cup back on the counter and rubbing her hands together.
He stood in the doorway watching her. "Caught the writing bug?" Viggo asked as he stepped into the room.
"Aye, I think I did...I think I finally rounded out one of my characters I was having trouble with...thanks to something Kate said." Tabby admitted never missing a beat, typing along not even looking at the screen but at Viggo.
"Then I will leave you to it." Viggo leaned down and kissed her on top of her head. He wasn't sure why he did it but it felt natural.
She smiled but kept typing.
He decided ead ead down to his studio and grab his camera. He needed to finish the roll he started yesterday before the accident. Plus he needed time out of the house, away from Tabby. He needed to think about what he was feeling for her...why did he feel so off balance the moment he met her? Why couldn’t he seem to get that balance back?
Tabby looked out the window as she saw Viggo walking across the yard toward the barn. He had his camera with him and she couldn't help but smile to herself. She felt so comfortable here in his home; with him...that feeling scared her but also made her feel got tht the same time. It had been three years since she caught Michael cheating on her...maybe it was time to trust real men again and not just her fictional characters?
Time passed quickly; before she knew it she had typed more than thirty pages on the screen. She saved them and then shut down the system as her stomach started to growl. She made her way through the quiet house to the kitchen, no Viggo. She went into his studio...he wasn't there either. "Viggo!" She called through the house; she even went to Henry's room. He hadn't come back yet. He probably gets as wrapped up in his photography as I do my writing. She thought.
She went back to the kitchen and heated the kettle and grabbed an apple. After she finished she went back upstairs. She went back to her room and then crossed to her window and looked out...and there she saw him. He was walking back against the wind just on the other side of the barn. His hair was whipping around his face and his jacket seemed to be fluttering behind him like a banner. She watched him for a few minutes and then she went downstairs and reheated the kettle. He would want something warm after being in that wind all day.
He walked in the back door stomping his feet a bit trying to get feeling back in his toes. It was only late September but already the wind was biting cold.
Viggo stood in the doorway-watching Tabby pour tea for him. "Here, you are cold." She said softly.
He stripped off his jacket and set his camera bag on the counter then sat down at the bar. "Thanks." He said enjoying the way that the warm cup was seeping warmth back into his fingers.
She stood across from him leaned on the opposite counter. "Did you get some good shots?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so...the light is strange today with all the wind tnd the way the clouds keep passing in front of the sun and stuff...should make some interesting shots...either that or they will look like shit." Viggo said grinning.
"Nonsense they will be wonderful." Tabby said setting her own cup down on the counter next to her.
"You get much written?" Viggo asked taking a slow swallow of the warm tea...it burned all the way down to his stomach. He hadn't realized just how cold he had gotten out there.
"Yes, around 30 pages I think. Quite a lot more than I have done in a long time. I had a bit of writers block before I ended up here...seems the fog has lifted though." Tabby said tapping her finger against her cup.
Viggo smiled then. "Good. Well I want to try and get these developed before dinner...you want to come help me?"
"Are you sure I wouldn’t be in the way?" Tabby asked intrigued that he woulvitevite her into his darkroom.
"No, don't think so...I taught Orlando how to develop his own film, if I can put up with him in a darkroom then I can tolerate anything." Viggo said smiling at her.
"Ok, would love to see how it's done...I could always use it in a story. I like to know what my characters are doing are actually real things." She said setting her cup back on the counter and rubbing her hands together.