[JP] Isabelle Eberhardt quote
[Remy is ibringbig_guns and used with permission from his mun who made a request for a Will/Remy kiss. Everyone else is an NPC.]
“The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.”
“I still can’t believe they cast Ryan Hamilton as Jesus.” Will had been pondering this particular casting choice since he’d heard the casting list for the show. It wasn’t a bad pondering. It was more of an amused pondering. Because this wasn’t the first time Ryan had played Jesus-this was just the first time it was even remotely serious. And that wasn’t even the bad thing, because Ryan was talented. Ryan was amazingly talented. He had no doubt that he could fit into the role.
It was just sad that he was still doing this pondering almost two months into rehearsal. They weren’t doubts, and they weren’t concerns. It was just simple disbelief. The kind of disbelief that wouldn’t be resolved until opening night when the curtain went up and everything went swimmingly. Which it would. Otherwise, Erik would kill them.
Violently.
“Is he not doing well?” Remy asked from the kitchen table, newspaper in front of him as Will made breakfast. Breakfast was about the only thing Will could make, as cooking had never been his forte, but he could handle frying a few eggs. That part wasn’t hard.
“No, no-that’s not it at all. And it’s not that I don’t like him either. Ryan’s been one of my best friends for a very long time.” He paused for a moment, holding up the spatula as he considered that statement for a moment. “And you should probably meet him at some point.”
“I should?”
“You should,” he nodded. “Given that we’ve been dating for what-five months now?” He paused again, tilting the pan in his hand to pour the scrambled eggs onto a plate. “Damn. It’s been five months.”
“So it has.” His boyfriend clearly seemed amused by Will’s surprise at that statement, and Will gave him a look, before finishing up what he was doing and turning off the stove. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Did I say it was?” Will replied, placing the plates down in front of the toaster as he popped the next set of slices in the machine. “It just-caught me off guard. So to speak. I haven’t had a relationship that’s lasted this long in a while. Not without one of us running off to Seattle, anyway.”
“-Seattle?”
“Long story.” Will waved a hand in dismissal, as it was a subject he really didn’t want to get into. “You don’t want to know.”
“Apparently I don’t. But I think we’re getting off-topic.”
“We are,” Will nodded. “I was talking about Ryan. And Ryan has nothing to do with my romantic life. Thank God.”
“Not your type?”
“I don’t think Ryan is anyone’s type.” He smirked slightly as the toast popped out of the toaster and he loaded them onto the plates. “In fact, Ryan being Ryan is probably the reason why you haven’t met him yet.”
”Well, at least there’s a reason.” Remy watched him as he made his way around the counter, and smirked slightly as he placed one of the plates down in front of him. “So does this mean I actually get to meet him?”
Will looked up, as though he was considering something for a moment, shrugging. “I’ll see what he says. And just remember to take everything he says with a grain of salt, okay?”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Good,” Will nodded, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s neck lightly, then heading back into the kitchen. “I forgot the butter.”
“-Is it bad that my first response to that wasn’t an innocent one?”
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“The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.”
“I still can’t believe they cast Ryan Hamilton as Jesus.” Will had been pondering this particular casting choice since he’d heard the casting list for the show. It wasn’t a bad pondering. It was more of an amused pondering. Because this wasn’t the first time Ryan had played Jesus-this was just the first time it was even remotely serious. And that wasn’t even the bad thing, because Ryan was talented. Ryan was amazingly talented. He had no doubt that he could fit into the role.
It was just sad that he was still doing this pondering almost two months into rehearsal. They weren’t doubts, and they weren’t concerns. It was just simple disbelief. The kind of disbelief that wouldn’t be resolved until opening night when the curtain went up and everything went swimmingly. Which it would. Otherwise, Erik would kill them.
Violently.
“Is he not doing well?” Remy asked from the kitchen table, newspaper in front of him as Will made breakfast. Breakfast was about the only thing Will could make, as cooking had never been his forte, but he could handle frying a few eggs. That part wasn’t hard.
“No, no-that’s not it at all. And it’s not that I don’t like him either. Ryan’s been one of my best friends for a very long time.” He paused for a moment, holding up the spatula as he considered that statement for a moment. “And you should probably meet him at some point.”
“I should?”
“You should,” he nodded. “Given that we’ve been dating for what-five months now?” He paused again, tilting the pan in his hand to pour the scrambled eggs onto a plate. “Damn. It’s been five months.”
“So it has.” His boyfriend clearly seemed amused by Will’s surprise at that statement, and Will gave him a look, before finishing up what he was doing and turning off the stove. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Did I say it was?” Will replied, placing the plates down in front of the toaster as he popped the next set of slices in the machine. “It just-caught me off guard. So to speak. I haven’t had a relationship that’s lasted this long in a while. Not without one of us running off to Seattle, anyway.”
“-Seattle?”
“Long story.” Will waved a hand in dismissal, as it was a subject he really didn’t want to get into. “You don’t want to know.”
“Apparently I don’t. But I think we’re getting off-topic.”
“We are,” Will nodded. “I was talking about Ryan. And Ryan has nothing to do with my romantic life. Thank God.”
“Not your type?”
“I don’t think Ryan is anyone’s type.” He smirked slightly as the toast popped out of the toaster and he loaded them onto the plates. “In fact, Ryan being Ryan is probably the reason why you haven’t met him yet.”
”Well, at least there’s a reason.” Remy watched him as he made his way around the counter, and smirked slightly as he placed one of the plates down in front of him. “So does this mean I actually get to meet him?”
Will looked up, as though he was considering something for a moment, shrugging. “I’ll see what he says. And just remember to take everything he says with a grain of salt, okay?”
“I will keep that in mind.”
“Good,” Will nodded, before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s neck lightly, then heading back into the kitchen. “I forgot the butter.”
“-Is it bad that my first response to that wasn’t an innocent one?”
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