I'm mad about Kish, but have some crackfic, yeah?
I'm supposed to be working on my story for the Kish Fest, but instead, I wrote this.
"You know," Kyle said to Oliver as the two held hands in a very public part of Llanview, "we haven't seen anyone we know for months now. I mean, besides Nick and Amelia, of course, and the Evans family."
"Yeah? It's almost like everyone we come into contact with now is African American or gay. I never thought about it like that. I mean, even when I go to work at the police station, I never see Brody or John. I just figured we were working different shifts or something. But…" Oliver trailed off, screwing up his face and tossing his hands about. "I mean, I work first shift. Isn't it weird that the chief of police wouldn't work that shift? And why haven't we hung out with Layla or Cris in months?"
"I'm not sure," Kyle replied, turning to stare through a small window overlooking a store's display of baby dolls. "I don't talk to Roxy anymore, either, and I'm working with all new people at the hospital. It's kinda like ever since we won custody of Sierra Rose, we faded out of existence." He turned to Oliver, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder. "Let's fix that, yeah? Spend more time with our friends."
Oliver smiled, grasping the hand on his shoulder with one of his own and bringing it to his lips. "Sure. But let's wait a while, maybe six months or so? We don't want to be too overbearing. I mean, not everyone agrees with our lifestyle."
Kyle wrenched his hand away, anger clear in his eyes. "Lifestyle? Why the hell do you care what they think about our lifestyle? God, Oliver," he shouted, hands balled into fists at his side, "do you not understand how much I love you?"
"No, Kyle, I do," Oliver responded weakly. "I don't even know why I said that. Of course you love me. I love you, too."
"Good," Kyle responded, walking over to wrap his arms around Oliver from behind. "I'd kiss you," he whispered in the other man's ear, "but we haven't done that for months. Maybe later?"
"Of course. Hey," Oliver started, turning to face Kyle again, "let's head over to the candle store."
"Sounds good to me."
And they held hands and walked through the back streets of Llanview, saying hello to Delfina and, oddly enough, that one young son of Todd's, blissfully in love and blissfully unaware of the return of Mitch and the reemergence of Eterna on the other side of the city.
To sum up, fuck you, TPTB, but at least they're not going out like Schuyler.
"You know," Kyle said to Oliver as the two held hands in a very public part of Llanview, "we haven't seen anyone we know for months now. I mean, besides Nick and Amelia, of course, and the Evans family."
"Yeah? It's almost like everyone we come into contact with now is African American or gay. I never thought about it like that. I mean, even when I go to work at the police station, I never see Brody or John. I just figured we were working different shifts or something. But…" Oliver trailed off, screwing up his face and tossing his hands about. "I mean, I work first shift. Isn't it weird that the chief of police wouldn't work that shift? And why haven't we hung out with Layla or Cris in months?"
"I'm not sure," Kyle replied, turning to stare through a small window overlooking a store's display of baby dolls. "I don't talk to Roxy anymore, either, and I'm working with all new people at the hospital. It's kinda like ever since we won custody of Sierra Rose, we faded out of existence." He turned to Oliver, placing his hand on the other man's shoulder. "Let's fix that, yeah? Spend more time with our friends."
Oliver smiled, grasping the hand on his shoulder with one of his own and bringing it to his lips. "Sure. But let's wait a while, maybe six months or so? We don't want to be too overbearing. I mean, not everyone agrees with our lifestyle."
Kyle wrenched his hand away, anger clear in his eyes. "Lifestyle? Why the hell do you care what they think about our lifestyle? God, Oliver," he shouted, hands balled into fists at his side, "do you not understand how much I love you?"
"No, Kyle, I do," Oliver responded weakly. "I don't even know why I said that. Of course you love me. I love you, too."
"Good," Kyle responded, walking over to wrap his arms around Oliver from behind. "I'd kiss you," he whispered in the other man's ear, "but we haven't done that for months. Maybe later?"
"Of course. Hey," Oliver started, turning to face Kyle again, "let's head over to the candle store."
"Sounds good to me."
And they held hands and walked through the back streets of Llanview, saying hello to Delfina and, oddly enough, that one young son of Todd's, blissfully in love and blissfully unaware of the return of Mitch and the reemergence of Eterna on the other side of the city.
To sum up, fuck you, TPTB, but at least they're not going out like Schuyler.