"Yes, but those sorts of dreams normally involves us as cowboys or spies saving the world,"
This wins the award for most adorable image ever. Because Karl dreaming stuff like that? Just aaaawww That TOTALLY means he wants Orlando
Harry told Karl everything.
*happy sigh*
One day in New Zealand and Karl had sat across from him at breakfast, looking all gorgeous and manly and, most importantly, awake, even at the ungodly hour, and all Orlando had done was stare.
I love Orlando’s ongoing hate-relationship with early calls. Why do my mornings never start out with Karl at my table, huh?
Of course, gaining Karl meant that Orlando also gained Sean, and their rather spectacularly easy, laid-back relationship. Which was amazing, if slightly odd at times. Orlando was thrilled that two of the best men he knew were so compatible, even if he was slightly envious at how easily they'd both said it had happened. Orlando'd never had an easy time of relationships.
Love the glimpse into the relationship of Sean and Karl and the way Orlando speaks about them. It’s also great how you weaved Orlando’s still-slightly-heartbrokenness into this.
Which was nice in that Orlando didn't feel like an exhibit at a zoo,
Hehe, personally I think that’d be a great idea…
Of course, which begged the question of if Elijah and Astin were condiments, and honestly, was it any wonder that Orlando drank as much as he did?
You realize that I instantly things of pictures like this now, yeah? *snickers*
Priscilla'd done her best to introduce him around, like some sort of society matron for her daughter at a debutante ball.
*falls over laughing* Now I not only have Cabbage!Lij in my head but Orli in a frilly dress, too. You’re killing me.
No matter what Viggo always said about selling him in a white slavery trade for a harem of sloe-eyed girls to fetch for him and paint his toenails.
Perfect. So perfect.
Tall, rangy body, green, friendly eyes surrounded by laugh lines and an angular face. Two-day old stubble hiding a stubborn chin. Sean.
I adore this description of Sean for so many reasons. First of all, because Orlando is so precise, looks so closely and yet without, like, making a big deal out of it. Then because all the ‘characeterising’ adjectives that seem so fitting where Sean is concerned. And thirdly, because hell, SEAN! Finally!
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Date: 2009-01-01 08:37 pm (UTC)This wins the award for most adorable image ever. Because Karl dreaming stuff like that? Just aaaawww
That TOTALLY means he wants OrlandoHarry told Karl everything.
*happy sigh*
One day in New Zealand and Karl had sat across from him at breakfast, looking all gorgeous and manly and, most importantly, awake, even at the ungodly hour, and all Orlando had done was stare.
I love Orlando’s ongoing hate-relationship with early calls. Why do my mornings never start out with Karl at my table, huh?
Of course, gaining Karl meant that Orlando also gained Sean, and their rather spectacularly easy, laid-back relationship. Which was amazing, if slightly odd at times. Orlando was thrilled that two of the best men he knew were so compatible, even if he was slightly envious at how easily they'd both said it had happened. Orlando'd never had an easy time of relationships.
Love the glimpse into the relationship of Sean and Karl and the way Orlando speaks about them. It’s also great how you weaved Orlando’s still-slightly-heartbrokenness into this.
Which was nice in that Orlando didn't feel like an exhibit at a zoo,
Hehe, personally I think that’d be a great idea…
Of course, which begged the question of if Elijah and Astin were condiments, and honestly, was it any wonder that Orlando drank as much as he did?
You realize that I instantly things of pictures like this now, yeah? *snickers*
Priscilla'd done her best to introduce him around, like some sort of society matron for her daughter at a debutante ball.
*falls over laughing* Now I not only have Cabbage!Lij in my head but Orli in a frilly dress, too. You’re killing me.
No matter what Viggo always said about selling him in a white slavery trade for a harem of sloe-eyed girls to fetch for him and paint his toenails.
Perfect. So perfect.
Tall, rangy body, green, friendly eyes surrounded by laugh lines and an angular face. Two-day old stubble hiding a stubborn chin. Sean.
I adore this description of Sean for so many reasons. First of all, because Orlando is so precise, looks so closely and yet without, like, making a big deal out of it. Then because all the ‘characeterising’ adjectives that seem so fitting where Sean is concerned. And thirdly, because hell, SEAN! Finally!
I love this story.