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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[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

Oh -- *smiles and hugs him a little tighter; blushes perhaps when he sees it* It's orange.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*sheepish* Shouldn't it be?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*sheepish* You're not supposed to give orange lilies. But I like it. *kissing his other cheek* Really, I do. Thank you --

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry. It's just it was lying in the gravel at work, and I thought it was pretty, so I wrapped it up to give to you ... *a little heartbroken* I'm sorry.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

Don't be sorry -- *smiles, nothing in it but warmth and love; sincerity* It's beautiful. And so thoughtful -- I've never dated anyone so thoughtful ... I like it. *kiss* I love it.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*a tentative smile, and a kiss back* Why shouldn't you give orange lilies ...?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*laughs* It's a silly reason not to give a pretty flower to somebody, but ... you know how red roses mean love, and pansies mean thoughts, and spiderflowers mean 'elope with me' ... ? Orange lilies mean hate. *sheepish* I don't know why. I like orange.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Oh--! *sheepish, as well* I hope I find you spiderflowers next time, then. I guess I have to figure out what spiderflowers are. ^____^

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

I don't know what they are, either -- I just always thought it sounded romantic. *silly* Would you give me a spiderflower?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*poke* Maybe, if I ever found one. I like flowers, but I'm not very good at knowing what they are. ^_^; *smile* I do know what a red rose is, though, and if I see one ...

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*beams* I like your orange lily.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*kiss* But I don't hate you--!

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*kissback* I know you don't. That's why you bring me flowers. ^_^

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I guess it is. ^____^ *leans into the hug at last, then, starting to undo the buttons of his work shirt (because it's summer, and hot, and he just wants to get down to his undershirt and get cool)* How was work today?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

Oh ... ! *sheepish* It was ... interesting, I guess. Olga says hi.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smile* So you work with her? I didn't know that. What else happened?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

Well, that was it. She didn't even talk to me, she just ... left me a post-it. There was a smilie face on it. *sheepish* I don't know if I even realized it before, but I used to be terrified of this girl. And she left me a post-it with a smilie face on it.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*pokes--then goes to the kitchen to pour them both some lemonade (Horatio's, about a quarter soda)* Maybe she's realized that you're wonderful?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*did he take his lily? then is holding his lily* I ... I don't think so. I sort of ... snapped at her yesterday.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*pauses, startled, in the doorway, a glass in each hand* You snapped at someone? *quiet* What happened?

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

It wasn't anything ... *blushblush, looking into the petals* It's just, she noticed my neck, and she started accusing me of sinking my claws into some poor girl, and I had to tell her about us, and I was waiting for her to make something awful out of it ... and I just ... I don't even remember what I said ...

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Oh-- *puts their glasses down, and goes to hug him* I'm sorry she was awful to you. I'm sorry she's been awful to you, I'm sorry I didn't even realize ...

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

*softly-shyly against Horatio's shoulder* It's not that awful ... I'm sorry, if I'm making make a big deal of it ...

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*gently, apologetically* I won't kiss you like that where it shows anymore. I don't want her to make a fuss again.

[carpoftruth.livejournal.com]

I don't think she will. *sheepish* Her post-it said she was sorry for all the trouble. And to say hello to you ...