Viggo: *I'm sitting in front of the television, idly flipping through channels, when I hear a knock on the door. Sean is upstairs taking a nap, so I pad over in my bare feet to answer it*
Liv: *waiting nervously for the door to open. what if I'm making a mistake? maybe I shouldn't talk about it. I shouldn't. yes.*
Viggo: *I pull the door open and smile when I see Liv* Livvie! How are you? *I pull her into a hug.*
Liv: *totally faking it. smiling brightly* I'm good! How are you, Viggo? *hugs you, holding on tightly* I hadn't seen you or your wolfish counterpart lately, so I thought I'd drop by.
Viggo: I'm good. Sean's sleeping. Come in. *I pull her into the house, looking at her closely* Now...what's going on?
Liv: Oh, nothing much. *smiles, walking past you* How have you been?
Viggo: I've been fine. But you're too chipper, my dear. What's up?
Liv: *a tad too brightly* Oh, nothing much. Marton and I are having problems with the families that's all. How's Sean been doing? *wandering around touching this and that, not looking at you*
Viggo: *I raise my eyebrow. Problems with the families? That sounds more serious than she's making it out to be* Liv... *I say sternly, walking over and taking her arm* What's going on?
Liv: *will not cry. will not cry* My family's threatening to disown me.
Viggo: Oh, Liv... *I put my arm around your shoulder and lead you over to the couch*
Liv: *stoically* I don't know what to do.
Viggo: *I pull you close to me when we sit down* What does Marton say?
Liv: He says he loves me. *looks at you* But what if he's lying? *remembers all the things my family has told me*
Viggo: Do you think he's lying? *I ask seriously*
Liv: He could be. I mean, he's been around for 6,000 years, what could he possibly ever want with me?
Viggo: *I look you up and down and then look into your eyes* You're beautiful, charming, sweet...why wouldn't he want to be with you?
Liv: I'm nothing. *wretchedly* I'm just a half-elemental. *can hear everything my relatives told me loud and clear* I'm a young elemental by anybody's standards. He could have his pick of anybody in the world. *turns away. softly* I'm nothing.
Viggo: Exactly. He could have his pick of anybody in the world. But he chose you. You're not nothing, Livvie. You're very special.
Liv: I'm just an easy lay, that's all. *shrugs* Desperate. *half-laugh* 700 years... and this.
Viggo: Do you really believe that, Liv? *I stroke your cheek* You don't seem desperate to me. Does Marton act like he's just there for the sex? *That doesn't seem right to me, but. I suppose I don't really know*
Liv: *torn between what Marton says and what my family said to me* I don't know! I just don't!
Viggo: Shh...Livvie... *I rub my hands up and down her back, trying to soothe her* Look at me, sweetie. What does your heart tell you about Marton?
Liv: *stares at you. helplessly* I don't know. I don't know what it says.
Viggo: You have to listen to it, Liv. Stop trying to think and just feel.
Liv: Easy for you to say. *holding on tightly to myself. I don't want to cry here. I can't cry. I've been crying all day* You're not pulled in every direction
Viggo: That's why you have to stop thinking, Livvie. *I say gently, stroking her hair.* I know that one of those tugs is your heart. You just have to figure out which one it is.
Liv: *can't help it. you're being so nice to me, so calm. I start crying, tears pouring down my face silently*
Viggo: *I pull her closer to me so she's resting her head on my shoulder* Shh...it'll be all right. You can get through this, I know you can.
Liv: *holding on and crying. it feels nice to be held onto by somebody I feel I can trust. Somebody who doesn't care whether I'm with Marton or not*
Viggo: *I keep stroking her back, soothing her.* It will be all right. I promise. *I don't know when or how, but it will be, eventually* Just listen to your heart.
Liv: *hiccupping and half-sobbing* I'm-I'm-I'm sorry
Viggo: There's nothing to be sorry about, Liv. *I say softly, still stroking her back* It's okay to cry.
Liv: I've been crying all d-d-damned day. *shuddering and wiping at my face, sniffing*
Viggo: *I smile and reach over for the tissues, pulling some out and handing them to her* Here. It's still all right to cry.
Liv: *wipes at my face* Th-thanks Viggo. *hiccups more*
Viggo: You're welcome. *I smile a little* Now, I want you to start listening to what this tells you.. *I touch her chest* ...and not this. *I touch her head* Okay?
Liv: *nods* Okay. *sniffles*
Viggo: *I wipe a stray tear off her cheek with my thumb* Now...would you like something to drink?
Liv: *nods* Please. *wiping at my face*
Viggo: What would you like? *I move the box of tissues so she can reach it* We have water, or tea, or milk, or... *I pause, trying to remember what else is in the refrigerator*
Liv: Tea's good. *wet smile*
Viggo: All right. *I stand and go to the kitchen where I start water for tea*
Liv: Thanks so much Vig. *lil chuckle* I must look a wreck
Viggo: *I peek my head back into the room and look at her appraisingly* Moderately so... *I laugh a little* You're still beautiful, though.
Liv: Flatterer. *sniffles a little. cracks a smile*
Viggo: It's not flattery if it's true. *I disappear back into the kitchen and remove the kettle from the burner, pouring the hot water into two mugs and grabbing teabags. When it's done, I walk back out and hand one to her with a flourish* Your tea, milady.
Liv: Thank you, milord. *takes the tea. sips it*
Viggo: *I settle back down on the couch next to her* Are you feeling any better now?
Liv: *watery smile* Yes I am. You're good for the soul, husband mine.
Viggo: *I chuckle a little and kiss her cheek* You'd best not let Sean or Marton hear you say that. They're likely to get the wrong idea.
Liv: *chuckle. you make me laugh* They're smart. They'll figure it out.
Viggo: Probably. *I nod in agreement* Now, why don't you tell me what this *I touch her chest again* is telling you.
Liv: *looks at you helplessly* I don't know how.
Viggo: Yes you do. *I say gently but firmly* Stop thinking and just feel. Close your eyes and just concentrate on Marton.
Liv: *closes my eyes and thinks of Marton*
Viggo: Now... *I say with a slight smile on my face* What do you feel?
Liv: He's safe. He's my haven. *wonderingly* He's my anchor. I... I... *hesitantly*
Viggo: Keep going. *I encourage* Tell me what your heart wants.
Liv: I want him. *whispers. almost unbelieving* I love him.
Viggo: *I grin and nod* There. That wasn't so hard, was it?
Liv: *looks at you, glowing. much much happier, as if a weight has been lifted* Thank you.
Viggo: You're welcome. *I wrap her in a loose hug* Now, do you think maybe you should go back and tell Marton that?
Liv: *hugs you back* Yes, yes, oh thank you Viggo. *kisses you hastily and then smiles* Thank you so much. See you! *runs out the door*
Viggo: *I chuckle as I watch her leave* You're welcome! *I call out as the door slams shut behind her*