I LOVE OLIVER THIIIIIIS MUCH *spreads arms*
Belated birthday drabble for sam80853. It's not the one I started to write. This one I did immediately after waking up from dreaming that Geoffrey, Oliver, and Ellen were all living in a house I used to own. Sort of. Dreams are funny. And I seem to remember telling people that S&A doesn't NEED fic, because it's complete and doesn't have loose ends. Which it doesn't. Er. *blames muse*
Anyway, this one's for you, kiddo, such that it is.
SPOILERS FOR THE LAST EPISODE OF SLINGS & ARROWS. DO NOT CLICK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALL THREE SEASONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
In between the quiet, Geoffrey can almost hear him.
That's not how I would have done it.
I told you so.
What kind of fool costume is that?
Really, Geoffrey, why can't you see that the role's too much for her? It's a miracle she can even dress herself in the morning.
Except he can't, really.
The words are an echo, a memory of sound, entirely inadequate. Signifying nothing.
A fool of a man missing someone who was only half-there in the first place.
Tonight, lying awake in the darkness, he hears his own voice in his head, clear as ice.
I miss you, Oliver.
I love you.
In between the quiet, he can almost hear the echoed reply:
I love you.
Be happy, Geoffrey, for both of us.
For all of us.
He turns, pulls Ellen closer. She wraps herself around him in sleep, a soft smile on her face. He kisses her shoulder. Closes his eyes.
The rest is silence.
ETA: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS, ALSO. EXERCISE CAUTION, Y'ALL
Anyway, this one's for you, kiddo, such that it is.
SPOILERS FOR THE LAST EPISODE OF SLINGS & ARROWS. DO NOT CLICK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALL THREE SEASONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
In between the quiet, Geoffrey can almost hear him.
That's not how I would have done it.
I told you so.
What kind of fool costume is that?
Really, Geoffrey, why can't you see that the role's too much for her? It's a miracle she can even dress herself in the morning.
Except he can't, really.
The words are an echo, a memory of sound, entirely inadequate. Signifying nothing.
A fool of a man missing someone who was only half-there in the first place.
Tonight, lying awake in the darkness, he hears his own voice in his head, clear as ice.
I miss you, Oliver.
I love you.
In between the quiet, he can almost hear the echoed reply:
I love you.
Be happy, Geoffrey, for both of us.
For all of us.
He turns, pulls Ellen closer. She wraps herself around him in sleep, a soft smile on her face. He kisses her shoulder. Closes his eyes.
The rest is silence.
ETA: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS, ALSO. EXERCISE CAUTION, Y'ALL