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[ay_my_lord]

*he's waiting outside Hamlet's window this the evening, tossing little pebbles at it--he feels old-fashioned and teenaged at once, but he's not reaching Hamlet's cell phone so really this is not as silly as it feels. tick, tick go the stones against the glass, small and insistent taps like some kind of code that he's forgotten how to decipher*

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[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*a creak as he lifts the window open, peers out under it and smiles* You gonna try and take me out after curfew?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smiles back* If you'll come with me to the dance in the gym--

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

'Course. *laughs* We're going steady -- that means I'll come with you to every dance in every gym ever. And if it's after curfew, nuts to curfew.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smile* Climb down and let me kiss you?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I can do that. *opens the window wide enough to crawl through -- the wall outside his window has a trellis made for evening escapes, because it certainly isn't doing much for foliage*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*and stands below him, to catch him should he fall--but if he escapes without incident, then Horatio will go to him and hug him*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*ee -- sweeps him close and kisses him*

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smiles, silly--Hamlet really seems okay lately, or like he's trying hard to be* What've you been doing lately? I've missed you.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*trying, trying hard, and grinning* Daydreaming about you.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*has to kiss him again for that, because even if it's just part of the game it's terribly charming* Now I have to take you somewhere nice. Would you like to go walking with me?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I would! Maybe down some little lane with shapes of trees softening in the evening light -- and I can put my head on your shoulder, and you can tell me how much you love me.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*takes his hand, gently* I'd like that, if you know any good lanes

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*looking down at their hands together, laughing* They'll all be good, if I'm with you.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*it's how they used to be, Hamlet and Horatio--it nearly breaks his heart to have him like this again* There's a nice one in the park ... the trees aren't blooming yet, but you can see little buds nearly ready to. *tug*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*wants things to be all right -- sometimes he can believe they are, believe he doesn't have to try to be okay, that it can be easy, easy as looping his arm through Horatio's and following him* Summer always comes so slow in Denmark.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smiles* You just want to curl up in a sunny patch like a big cat. And then I'd have to pet your head and rub behind your ears.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

I'd like that -- ! You'd like it, too.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I would like it. *teasing* But if you fell asleep, I'd have to draw whiskers on your cheeks.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Handsome whiskers?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I couldn't imagine you in any other kind. *smile* Even if you grew a mustache, you'd only look a little old-fashioned and dashing.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*delightedgiggle* And if it was a handlebar mustache? Would you still kiss me?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I would, but you'd have tied me to the railroad tracks, and it'd be hard.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Then some dashing hero on horseback would come along and rescue you from me, and I couldn't have that.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*smile* What would you do?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Twirl my mustache, and pull the lever to the marvelous trap I had set for him. And sweep you off your feet cackling into the sunset.