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fellowshippers2004-03-09 12:09 am
mostlikelyto.livejournal.com) wrote in fellowshippers2004-03-09 12:09 am
Dear Boy, Ian/Orlando (well... not really)
Um. It seems silly to do all the title, author, blah blah blah for a drabble, but it also seems silly to just post the damn thing under a cut, so.
Title: Dear Boy
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mostlikelyto
Pairing: Ian/Orlando
Summary: Would probably end up being longer than the actual drabble. So, shutting up now.
Feedback: Not necessary, but would be like bananas to a monkey.
Like a puppy dog, Orlando thinks as he trails behind Ian. Ardent admiration bordering on silly schoolgirl crush, and he wonders if he'll ever get over it. He knows it's more than a little pathetic to be so star-struck, but he just can't help it. And he knows that he's grinning like an idiot, grinning because he doesn't know what else to do, when Ian turns and catches him. "Was there something you wanted?" Ian asks. Orlando just shakes his head, still smiling stupidly. "Okay, then," Ian says. He reaches out pats Orlando's cheek lightly, affectionately. "Dear boy," Ian chuckles.
Title: Dear Boy
Author:
mostlikelytoPairing: Ian/Orlando
Summary: Would probably end up being longer than the actual drabble. So, shutting up now.
Feedback: Not necessary, but would be like bananas to a monkey.
Like a puppy dog, Orlando thinks as he trails behind Ian. Ardent admiration bordering on silly schoolgirl crush, and he wonders if he'll ever get over it. He knows it's more than a little pathetic to be so star-struck, but he just can't help it. And he knows that he's grinning like an idiot, grinning because he doesn't know what else to do, when Ian turns and catches him. "Was there something you wanted?" Ian asks. Orlando just shakes his head, still smiling stupidly. "Okay, then," Ian says. He reaches out pats Orlando's cheek lightly, affectionately. "Dear boy," Ian chuckles.