I’m only saying that you gotta read the last addition to Paint I posted TODAY. *shakes head*
Sean just waved them off, and closed his eyes. He looked like a lizard sunning himself, if lizards were tanned and muscled and such. Maybe more like a panther, then. Jaguar. Something sleek and dangerous.
*snorts* A way with words indeed. A bit too long in the sun, Orli? Or maybe just staring at Sean into the sun for a bit too long, eh?
Fuck all this brooding about, man, he had everything he needed here on this beach.
I swear, right before I read that I was thinking the exact same thing. This fic makes me soso happy I want to crawl into my computer and set up permanent residence in between your words.
I adore the description of the kiss. No words man, sorry. Too busy being blown away.
"You kissed me," Orlando repeated. It seemed really important that Karl understand that part.
Hehe, I adore Orlando.
It was a bloody wonder that Sean ever managed to string two words together as much as he was constantly kissing Karl. Then he remembered Karl's comment about Sean being a better kisser, and he groaned. Good Lord, it was a wonder either of them ever got anything done. No wonder they were always snogging.
This is so perfect. Let me be all anal about it and explain your fic back at you, yeah :)? It’s perfect - this paragraph in particular but the entire scene, too – because you manage to write a conversation that by its sheer nature should feel forced and kinda uncomfortable and a bit wtf in a way that combines humour and insight, self-irony and a good amount of perving (over Karl AND Sean, I love how Orlando’s thoughts inevitably always drift back to Sean), camaraderie and confusion, that it ends up not feeling wtf at all, but it’s Karl being a really good mate and Orlando having an epiphany of the non brooding kind. And kissage, goddamn, that was hot.
Oh, lovely. Great." Then Orlando laughed, the sound high-pitched, even to his own ears. "That was..."
‘Perfect’ is the word you’re looking for, Orlando. – This line again, can’t tell you how much I adore that when flustered he happens to be so very British about it :).
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"I'd rather you bring me back a mermaid."
I’m only saying that you gotta read the last addition to Paint I posted TODAY. *shakes head*
Sean just waved them off, and closed his eyes. He looked like a lizard sunning himself, if lizards were tanned and muscled and such. Maybe more like a panther, then. Jaguar. Something sleek and dangerous.
*snorts* A way with words indeed. A bit too long in the sun, Orli? Or maybe just staring
at Seaninto the sun for a bit too long, eh?Fuck all this brooding about, man, he had everything he needed here on this beach.
I swear, right before I read that I was thinking the exact same thing. This fic makes me soso happy I want to crawl into my computer and set up permanent residence in between your words.
I adore the description of the kiss. No words man, sorry. Too busy being blown away.
"You kissed me," Orlando repeated. It seemed really important that Karl understand that part.
Hehe, I adore Orlando.
It was a bloody wonder that Sean ever managed to string two words together as much as he was constantly kissing Karl. Then he remembered Karl's comment about Sean being a better kisser, and he groaned. Good Lord, it was a wonder either of them ever got anything done. No wonder they were always snogging.
This is so perfect. Let me be all anal about it and explain your fic back at you, yeah :)? It’s perfect - this paragraph in particular but the entire scene, too – because you manage to write a conversation that by its sheer nature should feel forced and kinda uncomfortable and a bit wtf in a way that combines humour and insight, self-irony and a good amount of perving (over Karl AND Sean, I love how Orlando’s thoughts inevitably always drift back to Sean), camaraderie and confusion, that it ends up not feeling wtf at all, but it’s Karl being a really good mate and Orlando having an epiphany of the non brooding kind. And kissage, goddamn, that was hot.
Oh, lovely. Great." Then Orlando laughed, the sound high-pitched, even to his own ears. "That was..."
‘Perfect’ is the word you’re looking for, Orlando. – This line again, can’t tell you how much I adore that when flustered he happens to be so very British about it :).