ext_39754 (
glass-moment.livejournal.com) wrote in
fellowshippers2004-05-24 06:00 pm
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I come bearing drabble.
"Do you know what they say about you?" There is alcohol on Sean's breath and wild anger in his eyes, like and yet unlike Boromir's lust for the ring. "They say you're a whore. That you'll do anything with anyone, for anyone. Do they pay you? Buy you things? Put in a good word with PJ? Bet that's how you got the part in the first place. Or are you just that lonely?" He lunges suddenly. Orlando stumbles backwards, trips, lands on his knees. "Is it true?"
Orlando stares up at him, face unreadable.
"Do you want it to be?"
"Do you know what they say about you?" There is alcohol on Sean's breath and wild anger in his eyes, like and yet unlike Boromir's lust for the ring. "They say you're a whore. That you'll do anything with anyone, for anyone. Do they pay you? Buy you things? Put in a good word with PJ? Bet that's how you got the part in the first place. Or are you just that lonely?" He lunges suddenly. Orlando stumbles backwards, trips, lands on his knees. "Is it true?"
Orlando stares up at him, face unreadable.
"Do you want it to be?"
