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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]

*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.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*kiss* I think that would be perfect.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*pleased* You always play along with me.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

Not always. Sometimes I tell you no. *not frequently*

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Practically always. And sometimes when you don't I can tell you're trying hard not to.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

You're very persuasive.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

And you get the jokes other people don't get -- you're with me where they'd get annoyed. Makes me happy.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

*squeezes his hand* Are you happy?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

*hesitates at first, then answers, honestly* With you, I am.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

You told me once that we'd move away to Canada ... I always wonder whether we would be happier if we had.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

But you wouldn't get to see Ros and Rey and all your friends anymore.

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

I don't see them much, anyway. *smile* I did try out for some theatre, though.

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Anywhere I know?

[ay-my-lord.livejournal.com]

The tragedians in the van?

[willnotbenow.livejournal.com]

Oh, I like them! *laughs* I like them a lot -- I was thinking of trying out myself, going on the road with them, but I didn't. It would be romantic, though. Did they like you?