The Laertes/Guildenstern AU ... why do we bother calling it that any longer? ^_~

[ay_my_lord]

*scene--the apartment that Horatio and Rey now share, on a lovely summer day; Horatio has opened a window to catch the sunlight, and he's sitting in the patch of sun, curled up on his beanbag chair. when Rey passes, he'll look up, with a smile* Can I ask you something?

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[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

No ... maybe this wasn't a good idea. *little smile* It was nice meeting you ... and it's a very nice outfit.

[tuneofthetime.livejournal.com]

Well fine, asshole. *turns on her heel, then, and flounces out--slamming the door behind her*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*heavily* Um. I guess that didn't go so well.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*feeling more than a little bit awful --* You can't just -- you're not going to just let her go like that? I thought you liked her --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*a small, slightly broken smile* I said if she didn't like you, I couldn't like her, didn't I?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

But --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

And she doesn't, so I don't. *falls heavily onto the beanbag chair--it's another beautiful, sunny day* Did you really date three of her friends?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*awfulawful* Not on purpose. I mean, I dated them on purpose, but it wasn't ...

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*quietly, almost childlike* Did you sleep with all of them?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*can't look at him -- just nods, mute*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*still quietly* How many other people?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

Why do you ...

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Because I want to know.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*hopeless* She's going to hate me even more now.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*just curls up, then, and doesn't say anything--because after their good year and a half together, now things are sharp-edged and painful, and he doesn't know what to do*

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*feels awful, have we mentioned? awful and anxious and biting into his thumb, because he doesn't know what to say or do, either, so he might as well not --*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*finally* Did you love them?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

I really thought I did.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*can't quite meet his eyes* I guess I'm glad you don't love me like that, then.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*hurt* -- Horatio --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*little smile* I'm okay. Promise.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

You should've gone with her -- I wouldn't have minded --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smile* I like her. I love you. It was easy.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*just quiet, then* ... I made more lemonade.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Thank you ... thank you for trying to be nice. I'm sorry she didn't try.