I don't understand why I keep posting except that I do.

[evocates]

I haven't written any fic for quite some time. The most recent as for sons_of_gondor, and that's all I'm going to say about that. ANYWAY.

GIVE ME PROMPTS and I will write you something. In the post. In the comments. I don't even know how many words it would be, but just give me prompts because I need to write something non-academic before I go completely mad.

Comments

[evocates]

2 seconds reply because I really have to sleep, but I'll get to the second Sean/Orlando prompt tomorrow 8D. (God, eventually I'd have written enough tiny fics for you to fill the 'seven wonders of everyday life' thing I STILL have open without any real inspiration to write.)

TAKE YOUR TIME WITH THE ESSAY. I just need it back by this... Friday, I think. Don't worry about being slow, you're doing me a huge favour. /SNUGS TIGHT

Also holy fuckballs a car just misfired and it made me jump. I live really high up and it's so goddamn loud and arrrgh.)

[evocates]

holy fuck I took your first, funny prompt and it turned out to be this. Warnings for VERY, VERY DEPRESSING. I'm not spoiling the rest because it would ruin the whole thing.

***

"He just doesn't know how to shut up, you know what I mean? It's like, mate, I know you love poetry, I know you love having the chance to show that you love poetry on TV to people who think you're a Northern Neanderthal - which you aren't, because you're a Northern bastard - but do you have to quote Keats to me all day?"

*

"Darkling I listen," Sean's voice caressed Orlando's skin, skittering against the top of his spine, then stroking downwards. Orlando tipped his head back, exhaling a soft breath even as his brows creased in irritation. Again?"Old man, if you're going to quote Keats at me again, can't you choose another poem? Or even another stanza? Seriously, I'm getting sick of this one

[evocates]

"I know the whole poem, you know. I've memorised all of Keat's poetry by now, because he won't bloody shut up about it, so I might as well read, right? I'm a good boyfriend like that. God knows why I even try, though. He always repeats the same stanza."

*

"While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad," Orlando's breath hitched. His hand was wrapped around his own cock, and Sean's hand - colder than his skin, as always - was wrapped around his own. He moved slowly, to the rhythm of the words as Sean said them, slurring, each consonant lingering on his tongue before he released them into the air. Each vowel was blended into the next, and there were no beginning or ends to every word. It was just sound; voice- Sean's voice, and Orlando swallowed a sob as his hand moved a little harder.

He squeezed his eyes shut, his head leaning back. Sean's shoulder was so solid beneath him, his arm wrapping around Orlando's waist. Safe. Orlando had never needed to feel safe, but Sean made him feel it anyway. Safe as if he was a damsel in distress in

[j_flattermann]

This poetry in prose. Soft words and a sad ending.
You really know how to weave a yarn.
Master weaver.

[evocates]

♥ Thank you!

[evocates]

I WILL BE WAITING FOR THAT EPIC COMMENTLOVE. I LOVE YOUR COMMENTLOVE AND VERBAL VOMIT ON MY STUFF. Also, I refuse to tell you anything about a) or b) until I get that commentlove. /sits here stubbornly 8D

But seriously, I'm so glad you like this. It's not happy or funny and you always write such stunning humour that I was twiddling my thumbs a bit wondering if I should post it or write something else. /lifts and spins you around.

I love you too!!! X(

[noalinnea]

This is beautiful. Love the way Orlando's comments (and the lines of the poem) are interlaced with the scenes between him and Sean, love the white walls, the emaciated hands, this pain in his back (stupid head of the wanna-be doctor goes: tumor!) and then something as horrible as dropping dead of an aneurysm... first Boromir, then this... I'm glad there were the pieces about turning down the music and the sunrise in Istanbul as well! (reminds me I should continue watching Missing but I recently watched Part 2 and 3 and no sight of Sean ANYWHERE. Damn it!)

[evocates]

Sean comes in in episode 4 of Missing. I shall not comment further because man, I really dislike the series. Mostly because it was kind of bad when Sean isn't there.

Also thank you, lovely! (Psst, the poetry and the cause of death are related. 8D)

[noalinnea]

I'd say "kind of bad" is a shameless euphemism! (sucks...) But: Sean, alive, as a father... I'm going to watch it anyway (*scowls at inner fan girl*)
That's good, I'm going to remember this and write down into my reports when I have to testify a death: "Cause of death: poetry". But the question remain: Did he quote the same poem over and over again because of the aneurysm (which would mean that there possibly are some people who should have their brains scanned just to be on the safe side) or did Orlando quoting Keats back to him cause the aneurysm to burst spontaneously out of annoyance? Shouldn't the cause of death be "Keats" in this case? Or "death by a poet"?
If you ever feel the urge to write crack fic, do so by using this title (Death by a poet) and make the rest of the cast that you didn't kill or cripple work in the hospital and discuss these questions. I think that would be more than appropriate after causing all our hearts to stumble in shock! ;)

[evocates]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. YOU JUST MADE A DEPRESSING DEATHFIC INTO CRACK. omg death by annoyance due to too much repetition of Keats. /crying laughing.

I still have one more fic to write for Blue, so I will definitely take that into considering. :P

[helena_s_renn]

*stunned* so I'm not especially into old-fashioned brItish poetry (gasp! A sacrelige!) But this is more than palatable. And I don't do character death either,.. No matter, your work pretty much crIed out for it, and it got what it wanted.

Here's a secret: I expect it to be Sean's time... Any time. Have for years. That's morbId, I know. In that sense, your ficlet was even more apropos.

[evocates]

/snugs. Did you cry for this one? (Also, I feel kind of proud. You read Orlibean for me!)

Yeah. It's kind of part of why I wrote this, really. Part of it is because I just want to write Orlando suffering in a better way than I've seen it done, but man. Just. Sean's bad habits. /clings to ankles.

[helena_s_renn]

no, i had that kind of stinging sad feeling, but also a kind of ambivalence like, "yeah, i can totally see that". no crying this time. i'll read orlibean for certain people (read: afra_schatz).

orlando suffering - yes, because we all do, sometimes. and we don't all have a viggo to call us angel and fix everything right. ;)

[evocates]

HAHAHAHAHA YOUR SNARK. /bats hands at. I laughed way too loudly when I read your comment in your email. ♥!

(I promise, I'll get to you in the academic ranting post soon. That requires way more coherence that I'm saving up for the editing of my Major Essay of Doom.) . ♥!!!!