Oh, you do write the boys brilliantly. I really love your dialogue to pieces here. Lots of good lines, and the ones that made me laugh out loud (and scare small children on the street in the process, since my windows are open XD) were:
“Right. You mean like how I wear the wife’s undies on Saturdays or stamp on kittens for fun?”
“Can I take a guess? You’re a closet bum bandit who’s developed a craving for the legendary sexual prowess of the Guv’nor of Love.”
GUV'NOR OF LOVE. SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE YOU AN ICON. SOMEONE WHO IS NOT ME, AND THEREFORE HAS ICONNING SKILLS. XDXD
And just when you think it's going to end quite sweetly (and maybe go somewhere else in the morning, if Gene has his way), you do a nice, deft bit of rug-pulling with
And certainly, he was undisturbed by the soft hiss as the television set switched itself on, unaware of the young scarlet-clad girl who stood looking down at the sleeping pair, her face wrinkled with concern as she clasped her clown more tightly to her
( ... )
There's something both incredibly convoluted and sweetly simple about what you've done here, taking Sam and Gene along this journey of admitting to the elephant in the room without really say so explicitly, then drinking wine and talking about other things entirely rather than necessarily acting on it. It's so true to them that I love it to bits, thank you!
Oh this is masterful. Mistressful? That sound plain wrong, but you know what I mean! All so totally in character, wonderful spoken and unspoken admissions, the slow circling round each other, gradually spiraling in to meet - and then you throw us the curve ball that is TCG! Brilliantly scary! Scarily brilliant! Have a whole sweetshop of sherbet fountains and curly wurlies - you deserve it!
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“Right. You mean like how I wear the wife’s undies on Saturdays or stamp on kittens for fun?”
“Can I take a guess? You’re a closet bum bandit who’s developed a craving for the legendary sexual prowess of the Guv’nor of Love.”
GUV'NOR OF LOVE. SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE YOU AN ICON. SOMEONE WHO IS NOT ME, AND THEREFORE HAS ICONNING SKILLS. XDXD
And just when you think it's going to end quite sweetly (and maybe go somewhere else in the morning, if Gene has his way), you do a nice, deft bit of rug-pulling with
And certainly, he was undisturbed by the soft hiss as the television set switched itself on, unaware of the young scarlet-clad girl who stood looking down at the sleeping pair, her face wrinkled with concern as she clasped her clown more tightly to her ( ... )
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*sigh* This is lovely.
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