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broadwritingTitle: "Temporary Monogamy" (5/27)
Author: Brenda (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean (Karl Urban/Sean Bean)
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Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven (and Epilogue) |
Orlando never realized exactly how much on the job training was involved in a role on a day to day basis (he'd assumed, rather naïvely, that the rehearsal process would be the end of that) – or that he'd have to get up so bloody early to do the whole thing. He was all for suffering for his art or craft or what have you, but sometimes the hours they kept were just criminal. Thankfully, however, he never had to suffer alone. And there was always plenty of coffee available. He honestly had no idea what people did without it.
"So, what happened to you last night?" Viggo asked. His horse shifted sideways and Viggo calmed him with a murmured word. They were in the paddocks this morning, getting comfortable with the horses for their upcoming battle scenes and, more importantly, letting the horses get comfortable with them. Already, Viggo had bonded with his like they were old friends. It wouldn't surprise Orlando if Viggo was also fluent in equine. Man spoke more languages than the U.N.
"Me and Sean went down to the pub, played a few rounds of darts, and spent hours chatting with everyone – man knows damn near the whole country by now, I think," Orlando said, then grimaced and peeled away a bit of ear glue. No matter how well he washed his face at the end of every day, he still found random bits stuck to various body parts. Damned embarrassing, that. "Fuck it all, I'm not gonna have any skin left by the end of the bloody shoot."
"Small price to pay for your ethereal beauty onscreen." Viggo's smile was far too toothy.
"You're lucky we're on horseback, I'll have you know."
"Promises, promises," Viggo replied, clearly not concerned by Orlando's promised retaliation. "By the way, did Sean introduce you to his harem?"
"Sean has a harem?" Not that Sean shouldn't have a harem, mind – he was The Sean Bean, after all – but Orlando was under the impression that he and Karl were pretty exclusive, if rather casual about it. Plus, if Sean had a harem, he'd have told Orlando about it. Wouldn't he? Or, at the very least, offered to introduce him or share or something.
"So Karl says. Apparently, he's got himself a group of women that trail along after him like you used to."
"Oi, I did not 'trail along after him', as you put it," Orlando retorted, brows furrowed in annoyance. His own horse whinnied softly, breath puffing white in the chill morning air, as if he could sense Orlando's ire.
"You were like a lovesick schoolgirl."
"Stop taking the piss, I wasn't that bad." But then, even if he had been, who would have blamed him? He hadn't been used to being in the company of a man that good-looking and rugged. Seriously, look up the word 'manly' in the bloody dictionary, and there would totally be a picture of Sean. Who wouldn't want to emulate that?
"Yeah, you were," Viggo grinned. It always looked slightly evil. It was a wonder Viggo didn't play more villains. "But you should give some serious thought into going after the harem. Sean won't give them the time of day, so the field would be all yours. Apparently, they're real lookers, too."
"Wait. Why hasn't he done any of them? He and Karl getting serious or something?" And if they were, why didn't he know about it? Why the hell did Viggo know all of this and he didn't?
"Dunno. Every time I've asked Sean about the harem...or Karl, for that matter...all I've gotten is this look," Viggo shrugged. "So I stopped."
"Doesn't that seem odd to you?" Sure, Sean wasn't the sort to spill his guts over a pint, but he was a good one for answering direct questions most of the time.
"This is Sean. He follows his own set of rules."
Which was a bit like the pot calling the kettle crazy, but there you were. That was Viggo for you. He and logic weren't the coziest of companions.
***
"So, what happened to you last night?" Karl asked, hip-checking the refrigerator door to close it and setting the salad bowl on the table. Once again, Sean thanked whatever gods were out there that he'd managed to fall quite nicely into an easy relationship with someone who was not only the dogs bollocks in bed, but could also cook.
Harry Sinclair was a bloody idiot for letting a man like that get away. Not that he and Karl ever really talked about why he and Harry had ended it. Besides, they seemed to have an amiable enough relationship, which was more than Sean could say about his relationships with his ex-wives (and his current soon-to-be-ex, for that matter.)
Sean set the plate of grilled burgers on the table and took his seat. "Me and 'Lando popped down to the pub for a few pints," he said, answering Karl's question. "Poor lad, I think he was feeling slightly claustrophobic by all of the roving eyes on him."
Karl took his seat, and grabbed a toasted bun. Immediately, he dropped it, blowing on the tips of his fingers to cool them. "Fucking hell," he said, wrinkling his nose in a pained grimace. Looked sort of cute, in a very masculine way.
Sean hid his smile. "Careful there. I hear things're hot when they're just out of the oven."
Karl waved his fork at Sean like a weapon. "Hush you, or I'll start making you eat in the tents for dinner instead of popping over to cook."
"Fuck forbid," Sean shuddered. "Food there's not fit for a dog."
"Exactly, so behave."
Sean's reply was immediate, reflexive. "But you prefer it when I don't."
It only took Karl a moment to give a laugh of agreement. "True enough," he replied, with that sexy half-smile that Sean liked so much. "Anyway, about Orlando, I don't think this idea of Viggo's is going to work."
"That's because it's a shite idea," Sean stated, stabbing a tomato with more force than was strictly necessary. "Did you see him last night? Christ, he's not even over that bitch from back home and there were girls just throwing themselves at him. I thought he might pass out at one point."
"Yeah, he definitely had a deer in the headlights look about him."
"Getting waylaid by a crowd of horny women'll do that to a man."
"Normally that's not something I would find traumatizing," Karl grinned. "But I certainly wouldn't have gotten Prissy involved. She's got horrid taste in friends."
From what Sean had been able to gather from the small clues Karl and Harry had given, Priscilla had never exactly warmed to the idea of Karl in Harry's life, so he wasn't surprised at the bitter tone. "Well, she's Viggo's problem these days, now, isn't she?"
Karl snorted in distaste. "And thank Christ for it, although I'd have thought he'd have better taste than to get tangled in her web."
"Who said Viggo had any taste?" Sean laughed.
"True enough."
Sean grabbed a bun (now sufficiently cooled) and started slathering a ridiculous amount of mustard on it. "But you mark my words, this whole temporary monogamy thing Viggo's gotten him into is insane, even for him."
"Don't look at me, I had no part in it," Karl said, holding up his hands in self-defense. "Although I do find it slightly ironic that you're slagging on Orlando for wanting the sort of relationship that you and I are currently enjoying."
Sean could feel the frown wrinkling the skin between his brows. "Well, it's different for us, now, t'innit? We're older, seen a bit of the world."
Karl paused in thought, then nodded. "Orlando does seem the type to fall for the first nice pair of legs he sees."
"Exactly. And he's vulnerable right now. The last person on earth I would want dispensing relationship advice to him would be Viggo."
"You're a smart man."
"Good of you to notice," Sean smirked, and ducked out of the way of the napkin Karl chucked at him. "Besides, the way you two act around each other, if I was going to throw anyone in Orlando's path, it'd be you."
"Nah, he's gorgeous, but far too young," Karl said, with a salacious grin. "I like my men to be well-seasoned."
"Makes me sound like a bloody steak," Sean grumbled, but there was no real indignation behind it.
"I'd make the obvious joke about slathering you in sauce, but you'd probably just chuck my own napkin back at me," Karl chuckled.
"Perv."
"Kettle."
They both smiled at each other in perfect understanding. "Anyway, Orlando's not ready for a bloke like me," Karl continued, crunching on a bite of lettuce. "Not for his first man. Now you, maybe, or Marton, you'd both be gentle with him, show him the ropes."
Sean barely caught himself before he choked on his beer. "Marton?"
"Oh yeah, biggest romantic softie on the planet, that one," Karl nodded. "Sticks mostly to women, but he's been known to dabble with men, at least, according to Lawrence."
"Well, he'd know," Sean agreed amiably. "And I'm shite with the virginal type. Besides, I'm not quite ready to throw you over for a younger model just yet," he added with a wink.
"Good thing, too, as I've got plans for dessert after dinner," Karl replied, with the sort of calm voice that got Sean instantly hard.
"Do you now?" He was rather proud of his own insouciant tone.
"Mmhmm," Karl replied noncommittally, even though his lips quirked in a way that had Sean aching to nibble on them. "Now pass me the mustard before you use it all."
"Yes, mum."
"And don't you forget it."
(To Be Continued)
Author: Brenda (
azewewish)Pairing: Orlando Bloom/Sean Bean (Karl Urban/Sean Bean)
Click here for full disclaimers & notes.
Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-Two | Part Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven (and Epilogue) |
Orlando never realized exactly how much on the job training was involved in a role on a day to day basis (he'd assumed, rather naïvely, that the rehearsal process would be the end of that) – or that he'd have to get up so bloody early to do the whole thing. He was all for suffering for his art or craft or what have you, but sometimes the hours they kept were just criminal. Thankfully, however, he never had to suffer alone. And there was always plenty of coffee available. He honestly had no idea what people did without it.
"So, what happened to you last night?" Viggo asked. His horse shifted sideways and Viggo calmed him with a murmured word. They were in the paddocks this morning, getting comfortable with the horses for their upcoming battle scenes and, more importantly, letting the horses get comfortable with them. Already, Viggo had bonded with his like they were old friends. It wouldn't surprise Orlando if Viggo was also fluent in equine. Man spoke more languages than the U.N.
"Me and Sean went down to the pub, played a few rounds of darts, and spent hours chatting with everyone – man knows damn near the whole country by now, I think," Orlando said, then grimaced and peeled away a bit of ear glue. No matter how well he washed his face at the end of every day, he still found random bits stuck to various body parts. Damned embarrassing, that. "Fuck it all, I'm not gonna have any skin left by the end of the bloody shoot."
"Small price to pay for your ethereal beauty onscreen." Viggo's smile was far too toothy.
"You're lucky we're on horseback, I'll have you know."
"Promises, promises," Viggo replied, clearly not concerned by Orlando's promised retaliation. "By the way, did Sean introduce you to his harem?"
"Sean has a harem?" Not that Sean shouldn't have a harem, mind – he was The Sean Bean, after all – but Orlando was under the impression that he and Karl were pretty exclusive, if rather casual about it. Plus, if Sean had a harem, he'd have told Orlando about it. Wouldn't he? Or, at the very least, offered to introduce him or share or something.
"So Karl says. Apparently, he's got himself a group of women that trail along after him like you used to."
"Oi, I did not 'trail along after him', as you put it," Orlando retorted, brows furrowed in annoyance. His own horse whinnied softly, breath puffing white in the chill morning air, as if he could sense Orlando's ire.
"You were like a lovesick schoolgirl."
"Stop taking the piss, I wasn't that bad." But then, even if he had been, who would have blamed him? He hadn't been used to being in the company of a man that good-looking and rugged. Seriously, look up the word 'manly' in the bloody dictionary, and there would totally be a picture of Sean. Who wouldn't want to emulate that?
"Yeah, you were," Viggo grinned. It always looked slightly evil. It was a wonder Viggo didn't play more villains. "But you should give some serious thought into going after the harem. Sean won't give them the time of day, so the field would be all yours. Apparently, they're real lookers, too."
"Wait. Why hasn't he done any of them? He and Karl getting serious or something?" And if they were, why didn't he know about it? Why the hell did Viggo know all of this and he didn't?
"Dunno. Every time I've asked Sean about the harem...or Karl, for that matter...all I've gotten is this look," Viggo shrugged. "So I stopped."
"Doesn't that seem odd to you?" Sure, Sean wasn't the sort to spill his guts over a pint, but he was a good one for answering direct questions most of the time.
"This is Sean. He follows his own set of rules."
Which was a bit like the pot calling the kettle crazy, but there you were. That was Viggo for you. He and logic weren't the coziest of companions.
***
"So, what happened to you last night?" Karl asked, hip-checking the refrigerator door to close it and setting the salad bowl on the table. Once again, Sean thanked whatever gods were out there that he'd managed to fall quite nicely into an easy relationship with someone who was not only the dogs bollocks in bed, but could also cook.
Harry Sinclair was a bloody idiot for letting a man like that get away. Not that he and Karl ever really talked about why he and Harry had ended it. Besides, they seemed to have an amiable enough relationship, which was more than Sean could say about his relationships with his ex-wives (and his current soon-to-be-ex, for that matter.)
Sean set the plate of grilled burgers on the table and took his seat. "Me and 'Lando popped down to the pub for a few pints," he said, answering Karl's question. "Poor lad, I think he was feeling slightly claustrophobic by all of the roving eyes on him."
Karl took his seat, and grabbed a toasted bun. Immediately, he dropped it, blowing on the tips of his fingers to cool them. "Fucking hell," he said, wrinkling his nose in a pained grimace. Looked sort of cute, in a very masculine way.
Sean hid his smile. "Careful there. I hear things're hot when they're just out of the oven."
Karl waved his fork at Sean like a weapon. "Hush you, or I'll start making you eat in the tents for dinner instead of popping over to cook."
"Fuck forbid," Sean shuddered. "Food there's not fit for a dog."
"Exactly, so behave."
Sean's reply was immediate, reflexive. "But you prefer it when I don't."
It only took Karl a moment to give a laugh of agreement. "True enough," he replied, with that sexy half-smile that Sean liked so much. "Anyway, about Orlando, I don't think this idea of Viggo's is going to work."
"That's because it's a shite idea," Sean stated, stabbing a tomato with more force than was strictly necessary. "Did you see him last night? Christ, he's not even over that bitch from back home and there were girls just throwing themselves at him. I thought he might pass out at one point."
"Yeah, he definitely had a deer in the headlights look about him."
"Getting waylaid by a crowd of horny women'll do that to a man."
"Normally that's not something I would find traumatizing," Karl grinned. "But I certainly wouldn't have gotten Prissy involved. She's got horrid taste in friends."
From what Sean had been able to gather from the small clues Karl and Harry had given, Priscilla had never exactly warmed to the idea of Karl in Harry's life, so he wasn't surprised at the bitter tone. "Well, she's Viggo's problem these days, now, isn't she?"
Karl snorted in distaste. "And thank Christ for it, although I'd have thought he'd have better taste than to get tangled in her web."
"Who said Viggo had any taste?" Sean laughed.
"True enough."
Sean grabbed a bun (now sufficiently cooled) and started slathering a ridiculous amount of mustard on it. "But you mark my words, this whole temporary monogamy thing Viggo's gotten him into is insane, even for him."
"Don't look at me, I had no part in it," Karl said, holding up his hands in self-defense. "Although I do find it slightly ironic that you're slagging on Orlando for wanting the sort of relationship that you and I are currently enjoying."
Sean could feel the frown wrinkling the skin between his brows. "Well, it's different for us, now, t'innit? We're older, seen a bit of the world."
Karl paused in thought, then nodded. "Orlando does seem the type to fall for the first nice pair of legs he sees."
"Exactly. And he's vulnerable right now. The last person on earth I would want dispensing relationship advice to him would be Viggo."
"You're a smart man."
"Good of you to notice," Sean smirked, and ducked out of the way of the napkin Karl chucked at him. "Besides, the way you two act around each other, if I was going to throw anyone in Orlando's path, it'd be you."
"Nah, he's gorgeous, but far too young," Karl said, with a salacious grin. "I like my men to be well-seasoned."
"Makes me sound like a bloody steak," Sean grumbled, but there was no real indignation behind it.
"I'd make the obvious joke about slathering you in sauce, but you'd probably just chuck my own napkin back at me," Karl chuckled.
"Perv."
"Kettle."
They both smiled at each other in perfect understanding. "Anyway, Orlando's not ready for a bloke like me," Karl continued, crunching on a bite of lettuce. "Not for his first man. Now you, maybe, or Marton, you'd both be gentle with him, show him the ropes."
Sean barely caught himself before he choked on his beer. "Marton?"
"Oh yeah, biggest romantic softie on the planet, that one," Karl nodded. "Sticks mostly to women, but he's been known to dabble with men, at least, according to Lawrence."
"Well, he'd know," Sean agreed amiably. "And I'm shite with the virginal type. Besides, I'm not quite ready to throw you over for a younger model just yet," he added with a wink.
"Good thing, too, as I've got plans for dessert after dinner," Karl replied, with the sort of calm voice that got Sean instantly hard.
"Do you now?" He was rather proud of his own insouciant tone.
"Mmhmm," Karl replied noncommittally, even though his lips quirked in a way that had Sean aching to nibble on them. "Now pass me the mustard before you use it all."
"Yes, mum."
"And don't you forget it."
(To Be Continued)
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Date: 2009-01-06 03:52 pm (UTC)See, that's why making it Orlando/Sean/Karl would work so well. Karl's not done with Sean yet, but when Sean gets interested in Orlando, they can all just sort of merge. Right? Right! [beam]
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:52 pm (UTC)Angie
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-06 04:12 pm (UTC)LOL, extremely well put. Especially since now that makes me thing of your Viggo as a diplomat (for some reason) which is all kinds of hilarious. There would definitely much less war and much more pot smoking going on in the Western hemisphere if Viggo had any say in it. Just saying.
"By the way, did Sean introduce you to his harem?"
Man, the mental IMAGES there. *dies thinking about Bean within colourful cushions and lots of hot women belly dancing for him* Ahem, sorry.
Or, at the very least, offered to introduce him or share or something.
Again, I love the way you write Orlando’s inner voice, the way his mind works. Love how very clar the thought process is in this – and how Orlando so frequently ends his observations with “or something” or something similarly discarding (as if he’s not really all that into deep thinking and stuff but can’t help but start all the time anyway). Love it.
"So Karl says. Apparently, he's got himself a group of women that trail along after him like you used to."
Love the idea of Karl and Viggo gossiping (which the totally do – I bet Viggo has a blog, too… Karl helps him work out the computer stuff). Also, how much am I in love with the idea of Sean running around with a flock of women following him like he was that guy who brought up geese and they thought he was their mum? Very much.
Viggo grinned. It always looked slightly evil.
Totally. TOTALLY.
And if they were, why didn't he know about it? Why the hell did Viggo know all of this and he didn't?
Aw, again so much love for this. I really like how Orlando is getting so very territorial over Sean without even NOTICING it :).
hip-checking the refrigerator door
You do realize that I had to go and re-read the couple of paragraphs following that several times because for SOME reason my mind kept drifting off? Mmmm, Karl-hips.
Sean's reply was immediate, reflexive. "But you prefer it when I don't."
Love how you phrased that. The relationship between the two of them always seems so natural, really like a reflex. I like that.
I thought he might pass out at one point.
*gg*
The last person on earth I would want dispensing relationship advice to him would be Viggo."
"You're a smart man."
Oh yes, very well put. Speaks of Orlando’s desparation (and his still slightly broken-hearted-ness) that he takes Viggo seriously…
"Perv."
"Kettle."
Adore that one, too. Because of COURSE Sean’s just as bad, which is why
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:55 pm (UTC)And yes, Orlando's very territorial. But self-awareness? Not so much one of his strengths.
Love how you phrased that. The relationship between the two of them always seems so natural, really like a reflex. I like that.
The hardest part of this has been making Sean/Karl believable, but not overwhelming the Sean/Orlando storyline, and making it light enough that everyone knows there will be no broken hearts at the end of it all.
And damn right everyone wants Sean. *laughs*
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Date: 2009-01-06 04:18 pm (UTC)"Kettle."
*snorts* Brilliant!
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:55 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-06 04:57 pm (UTC)Thank you, thoroughly enjoying this :)
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Date: 2009-01-06 05:48 pm (UTC)If I wasn't waiting for the Orlando and Sean relation part so much I'd really love for Sean and Karl to stay in their relationship. They are wonderful together.
Thanks for sharing! *hugs*
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:57 pm (UTC)I promise, the Sean/Orlando part is slow-building, but worth it, and the Sean/Karl part will be handled in a good way. I'd never leave any of the boys high and dry. :)
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Date: 2009-01-06 06:07 pm (UTC)What really cracks me up is that they already assume Orlando will end up with a bloke! And are already deciding for him who would be the best to do the honors!
The gossip on that set is Enormous and I love it!
Wish very much to go have a pint with Lawrence for that!
Thanks for sharing sweetie!
*hugs*
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:58 pm (UTC)Glad you're still enjoying it!!!
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Date: 2009-01-06 07:27 pm (UTC)Also love Sean's tomato stabbiness, a little bit of a tell on Sean's part perhaps? All that aside, Sean and Karl's convos just crack me up. Those two are endlessly entertaining, but really, I think the entire cast of this fic is endlessly entertaining :)
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Date: 2009-01-10 04:58 pm (UTC)Also love Sean's tomato stabbiness, a little bit of a tell on Sean's part perhaps?
You are a very clever chicken. ;)
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Date: 2009-01-06 11:32 pm (UTC)I'm loving this fic, thanks for sharing :D
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Date: 2009-01-07 12:57 am (UTC)And do tell, do we get to peek in at what they're having for dessert?
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Date: 2009-01-07 03:12 am (UTC)please tell me where to sign up for sean's harem.
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:03 pm (UTC)And hell yeah, we all need to be in Sean's harem. \o/
Temporary monogamy
Date: 2009-01-07 01:08 pm (UTC)love the Viggo’s craziness "He and logic weren't the coziest of companions." "It wouldn't surprise Orlando if Viggo was also fluent in equine. Man spoke more languages than the U.N." As you can see I love the whole thing and I like the idea of the temporary monogamy and the easy relation between Karl and Sean, and, and ... Thank you for sharing. Martha
Re: Temporary monogamy
Date: 2009-01-10 05:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-07 02:54 pm (UTC)Oooooh...I like Angie's idea...mergers are good. *wink*
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:05 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-08 01:37 am (UTC)I think that Orlando would be rather annoyed to known he was the topic of such intense discussion...might be amusing to let him know about it... ;-)
Seriously I just adore the slow build on this one. I know I've said that before but seriously...it's most amazing!
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:06 pm (UTC)And yaye, I'm glad the slow burn is working!! It's tricksy not to make things too slow or too fast.
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Date: 2009-01-08 10:49 am (UTC)What a lovely relationship. And I love the way the story's progressing - each set talking about the other with absolutely no understanding!! *grin*
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-09 10:08 pm (UTC)*lol*
Drops dead over the Sean-Karl convo. Tried to race through but kept popping back for things, little things: even the slathered mustard caught my attention. *need sleep* Yes, mum.
Thank you.
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Date: 2009-01-10 05:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-02-17 12:53 pm (UTC)AND THEN WHAT HAPPENED???
*g*
Thank you :)
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Date: 2009-03-25 11:27 pm (UTC)I'll have to correct this tonight when I'm at my desktop, but thanks for letting me know!!!! Coding, man, it's a bitch.
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