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11 June 2008 @ 05:59 pm
"Death Does Not Become Him" Chapter 11 Orlibean  
Yes, I know.

I've been bad.

I'm sorry.

I've been taking a much needed break. But I'm back.

And here's the next chapter.

It's kind of a pivotal one. :)

Title: Death Does Not Become Him
Chapter 11
Pairing: Orlibean
Rating: R
Warnings: supernatural. minor character death, talk of death, language, VERY DARK HUMOR
Summary: What if there were people who could see how, what of and when a person will die? What if one of those people was Orlando? And how does Sean fit into all this?

Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. Maureen is completely mine. In a literary kind of way. Not in a creepy, possessive way...

Author's Note: Beta'd by the wonderful and perfect simplyshanni. *hugs and squeezes you* Thank you!!!!

For previous chapters, go to my tags.

Orlando limped dazedly into the living room, rubbing at the base of his spine while trying to get the kinks out of his back. He had to wipe at his eyes, one of which happened to be swollen solidly shut, to make out the scene of nuns singing to the tune of How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria? playing on the plasma screen.

"Sound of Music?" Orlando shouted incredulously. "And they say I'm the one who's gay," he mumbled.

Viggo chuckled as he walked into the main room, holding a glass of tomato juice and handing it to his sleepy housemate. "I like Julie Andrews. She proves the hills are most assuredly still alive," the older man said dreamily as both men took in the well-endowed Ms. Andrews.

"Those are a few of your favorite things, yeah?" Orlando smirked. "It's too early for this shite," he groaned.

"It's afternoon," Viggo corrected.

"Like I said...too early," Orlando repeated as he carefully made his way to the sofa. Why he'd gone to that cursed pub was beyond him. And what had possessed him to jump up onto that pool table and go all Jackie Chan was beyond him as well.

Oh, yeah.


Well, actually, it wasn't only the beer. That was just a catalyst.

Oh, who the fuck was he kidding?

It wasn't the beer.

He had needed that release. He had needed to get into a brawl. He had needed to fight and punch and kick and go completely and utterly native.

He had just needed to hit something.

And the reason for his need to let off steam in such a primitive manner was currently filling the room like a big white elephant named guilt and avoidance.

And Viggo, for one, was apparently not going to let him get away with it. “So,” the older man murmured as he clapped his hands together and sat on the arm of the same sofa, "we need to talk."

"Oh for fuck's sake...are you going to dialogue with me, Vig?"

"No, I was thinking of talking some sense into you and if that didn't work, I was going to yell," Viggo stated calmly.


Viggo yell?

Viggo didn't yell.

He discussed. He quoted. He used anecdotes that sometimes went somewhere and sometimes didn't. He brought up shite that could be used to segue into a different topic.

But he never yelled.

Viggo always said the minute you had to resort to yelling, you had already lost the argument.

Orlando was pretty sure he had never seen Viggo yell, or even angry or frustrated enough to actually resort to the act of yelling.

"You know, we're running a bit low on snackies," Orlando nonchalantly observed as he quickly got up from the couch. "I think I'll go down to the market..."

"Oh, and on your right, ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Great Wall of Orlando..."

"Should I get hummus?" Orlando asked, oblivious to the concerned look on Viggo's face.

Actually, he wasn't oblivious to it since he could see it. He just chose to be oblivious to it.

"So are you going to talk to Sean or should I?" Viggo continued.

"What about those new pita chips? I think they're on sale. Two bags for $6.00."

"Well, if you won't acknowledge this conversation, then I'll keep talking anyway so you hear me..."

"How about some kiwi? I've been jonsing for some lately," Orlando laughed. "Karl would probably laugh if I told him I was jonsing for some kiwi, yeah?"

"I don't know why you won't confront him on this..."

"Well it's not like I always call Officer Urban with my grocery list..."

"Orli! Stop!" Viggo shouted.

And it happened.

Viggo yelled.

Somewhere, a bean counter who noted down incidents that rarely, if ever, happened, was noting this particular event down in a ledger.

"So...I'll pick up some green beans and mushrooms for roasting tonight, yeah?" Orlando suggested quietly. "Yeah, okay, keys..."

"This conversation isn't over," Viggo stated as he made to grab the younger man's forearm.

"Yeah, it is," Orlando contradicted as he regarded his keys and then looked up at Viggo. "It is," he sighed.

Orli made for the door, opened it and stopped just short of walking out when he heard Viggo. "Just tell me why?"

The younger man ran his hand up and down the door jamb, doing his best not to meet the probing gaze of his mentor and friend, "I want to...I can't...I...I look at him and..."

And there it was again.

On the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn't seem to get the words out.

He was frozen. Just as he always was whenever he looked at Sean.

It was as if the words were there, but they couldn't...wouldn't come out. The words were locked away in a solid block of ice, set for deep freeze at an ungodly cold temperature. And the pick axe he was given to break the ice was a limp noodle.

He couldn't even bring himself to tell Viggo. He just needed to get out of the house so he could think in peace.

"I'll be back," Orlando promised as he made his way out the door.


"We'll talk later, Viggo!" the young man gritted out impatiently.

"I just wanted to...um...make sure you get high pulp this time on the orange juice," Viggo extemporized sheepishly.

Orlando laughed. "That shite's so gross." And with that, the younger man made his way out the door and to his car. Orlando got into his vehicle and navigated down the various curving roads and into the parking lot of the elaborate strip mall. Just as he was pulling into an available parking space, his mobile phone chirped, signaling a text message.

Orlando glanced at the display and the familiar phone number brought an immediate smile to his face. Clicking on the VIEW button, he read the message:


It was Sean.

The young man looked down at his layered clothing and snickered while typing his reply:


Reclining back in his seat, he waited for his phone to chirp at him again. It didn't take long.


Orlando chuckled at the sight on the screen. Sean didn't seem to understand how predictive text worked on his phone. The younger man quickly typed in some text and sent his message:


Orlando laughed and waited. It didn't take long for the telltale chirp:


The younger man laughed even harder and typed back.


It didn't take long for another message to pop up.


Orlando bit his lip as he saw the words on screen. A flurry of thoughts came to mind, some naughty, some warm, but mostly guilty. And just as all of those thoughts were clouding his mind, something came to him.


His heart missed a few beats as he awaited Sean's answer. Did Sean trust him enough to do that? To be in his house...


A smile formed on his lips as he read the words.

Sean did trust him! Warmth spread throughout him and just as quickly as that, it was replaced by that same stab of pain to his heart.

Sean was placing his trust in him, yet he couldn't seem to return the favor.

And about something far more improtant.

Orlando quickly typed a response.


He stared at his phone for what seemed like an eternity when in reality it was a scant few minutes before the chirp sounded.


And with that Orlando closed his phone and made his way to the front doors of the market. Just as he was about to enter, he saw a group of teenagers harassing the woman sitting on a bench in front of the store.

"Hey lady. This ain't the bus stop. It's over there," a teen wearing his baggy jeans so loose that his Spongebob boxers were showing, snidely remarked as he pointed toward the street. "Dumb bitch," he muttered.

"If I wanted to take the bus, I would be in the place where you could catch one," the woman calmly replied. "My husband is coming to pick me up."

Orlando winced when he heard the woman, whose name just happened to be Maureen, make the latter statement.

Maureen would have a long time to wait.

After all, her husband had been dead for six years.

"Well, I don't see him anywhere," another unwashed teen smirked. "What's in the bag?" Orlando sighed as he knew he would have to intercede on Maureen's behalf once the punk started to open one of her bags.

"Aww, lookie here. If it isn't the great unwashed," Orlando smirked as he approached the group. "Don't you tossers have anyplace better to hang out, acting like teenaged-punk cliches? Go to the 7-11 and look cool there!" he said flippantly to the young troublemakers.

"Fuck you!" the teen with the baggy pants yelled.

"Cute boxers. Didn't your mum teach you how to dress properly or do you just like playing dress up in your da's closet?"

"Fag!" another punk yelled while turning on his heel and following his friends as they decided to walk away.

"Keep using that word!" Orlando shouted after them. "We queers are trying to take the word back!"

Orlando looked at the woman on the bench and sat down next to her. He reached into his pocket and plucked his packet of cigarettes out, pulled one out and lit it. Just as he was about to put it back into his pocket, he offered the packet to the woman. "Fag?"

Maureen turned to regard Orlando, just as the younger man leaned in to look closely at the woman's face, every line clearly visible, her eyes staring straight ahead. "Why is it I can't see your death, do ya think?" Orlando exhaled the smoke as he sat back against the bench.

"Because I'm already dead," the woman droned as she turned to look out vacantly once more.

Orlando looked at the woman as she sat on the bench. Maureen had been quite happily married over six years ago. Her husband had been everything to her.

Her mate.

Her lover.

Her best friend.

Her confidante.

Her heart. Her very soul.

Until one day when she went out shopping to this very strip mall. Her car had stalled on her because the starter was twitchy. Maureen had been putting off the repair of said starter for a long while, despite her husband’s constant demands that she get it worked on. But at that time, other bills had been more pressing so she had chosen to let it slide. On that fateful night, however, the night the starter had finally given up the ghost for good, it had been pouring down rain, and whoever said that Southern California didn’t get rain was daft. It was getting rather late and Maureen was getting very wet, so she called her husband to come pick her up, willing to accept the well-earned ‘I told you so’ for putting off the repair for far too long. Ben, her husband, had said he would be right there and to stay within the light of the shopping mall. He was worried that harm might befall her since she was stranded there by herself, and he rushed out of the house and down the road to get her.

Sadly, Ben never made it that night. Although his skills at driving, even in the wet, were quite good, factoring in the other driver was the problem. Another car skidded on the winding road and careened into Ben's small pick up truck.

He died instantly.

Due to insurance and her own good health, Maureen was left physically and financially secure, but emotionally? Well, that was another matter altogether. Because deep inside, where it truly counted, the lonely woman had died at the very same moment as her beloved husband. And once she grew accustomed to the loneliness and grief that became her constant companions, insidious guilt decided to set up shop, pretty as you please.

She became a victim of the 'What if's' and the 'Shoulda's.' She 'shoulda' had the starter fixed when Ben said to, then he wouldn't have had to come and get her, or the 'what if' it hadn't been raining that night.

But ultimately, it all came back to Maureen placing the guilt squarely back on herself.

And so she sat at the bench, day after day, waiting for her husband to come and get her, only leaving for her empty house when all the employees left for the day and she was finally chased away.

Over the past few years, Orlando had grown accustomed to using the stoic but apparently delusional woman as a sounding board. He was pretty sure that Maureen didn’t really hear him when he talked to her. Her mind seemed to be stuck in a loop, like a CD on REPEAT. But that didn’t prevent him from sharing what was troubling him most at any given time, which at the moment included his argument with Viggo and his dilemma of telling Sean the truth.

"Viggo's pissed at me. He actually yelled. Daft bugger. If we had a dog, he would've hidden under the sofa," Orlando mused as he sat there, talking more to himself than he did to the woman.

"He can't seem to figure out why I won't talk to Sean, ya know? Tell Sean about how much danger he's in," Orlando continued. "I wish I could tell him. It's like a bleedin’ gun is being held at my temple. I just can't get the words out."

Orlando slumped back against the bench and looked out to the street beyond as he took another drag from his ciggie and expelled the smoke in a small ring.

"After all this time...what?! Vig doesn't fuckin’ know me?! I figure, just say the words and Sean'll know. But once the words are out, I can't take’em back, luv. I mean, what?! Do I wait for Sean to give me that look I always get, the one that tells me I’m crazy? And then what do I do? Laugh and say, ‘Psyche!’? It doesn’t bloody work that way!"

Orlando slumped back again in defeat, brought the cigarette to his lips, but stopped before he took another drag. "I can't lose him. I just can't lose him," he repeated dejectedly while shaking his head back and forth.

A silence fell between the two before the woman sighed, turned her head and looked directly at Orlando.

"But you will," Maureen said quietly. "You will, and you'll end up just…like…me. A shell, eaten from the inside out by regret. No heart. No soul. Those died the day I didn't take the warning signs to heart. And I'm not just talking 'bout a bad starter," she laughed hollowly, the sound void of any mirth. She then turned back to look out at the street and Orlando found himself leaning in closer, listening to every word the woman had to say, because Maureen was not known to have uttered this many words since the accident. "I knew...I just knew something bad was gonna happen. And it did. Now I don't know much 'bout your situation, but I listen. I do listen Orlando I-can-see-how-you're-gonna-die Bloom. Your dilemma doesn't sound quite like what I went through, but in the end, it's all the same. Maybe, if I’da said ‘Ben, I have a bad feeling…’, he mighta said, ‘you’re acting dumb,’ and he still woulda come and got me, or maybe…just maybe, cuz he was my Ben and I trusted my Ben, and he trusted me, he woulda stayed home and called me a cab. And today, I’d be at home right now, cooking Ben’s favorite tater tot casserole and watching Fox News. Now you have to ask yourself, what do you want more? Do you want your Sean alive and with you, but with a lie hanging over your heads that puts him in danger, or do just want him alive, no matter what, even if he never wants anything to do with you again?"

Orlando felt as though he had taken a mighty blow to the chest. Maureen’s words, so simple yet profound, had struck him so powerfully that, had they been a bus, he had no doubt he would be lying in the street, dead as a doornail.

"What do you want?"

What did he want?

He wanted Sean.


No conditions, no hanging clause after that.

Just alive.

Because this world would suck just that much more without him in it.

Maureen stopped and looked out again. Sighing, she picked up her bags and rose to her feet.

"Can I take you somewhere?" Orlando asked the woman.

"No, my car's over there," she said as she pointed to the parking lot.

The younger man closed his mouth after it had hung open like a gaping fish.

"I'm crazy, but I still can drive," Maureen shrugged as she turned to walk away. "He'll never come to pick me up. I know that. But I have nothing better to do."

Orlando watched as the woman walked away toward the car park.


The word kept coming back to him, again and again.

Just as surely as Maureen's haunted eyes did.

Whatever happened, happened. If he lost Sean, then so be it.

At least the man would still be alive.

He was being a right arse about the whole thing.

He was playing a dangerous game.

And in his heart, he knew he was just being daft.

Sean wouldn't hate him. He wouldn't laugh at him.

He trusted Sean.

He knew that.

And even if the odds were against him, it was just a chance he would have to take.

And with that, Orlando got into his car and drove into traffic. His immediate plan was to drive to Sean's house to feed Snyder and then after, he would go to the firehouse and ask Sean if they could have an hour together, over dinner.

If he didn't do it now, he was afraid he would lose his nerve.

Just then, his Blackberry rang in a chorus of "It's a Small World," signaling that a call was coming in from Billy.

"Hey Orli."

"What's up, Bills?" Orlando asked, navigating his way through traffic.

"Well, here's the thing..."

Whenever Billy started with "well, here's the thing," it meant his mates were in trouble.

"Sblomie wanted to go to his favorite burrito shop...ye know the one, on Olympic and Hoover..."

Orlando sighed into the phone. "You mean the one in downtown L.A.? The one with an armed bodyguard standing out front at all hours of the day?"

"Yeah! That's the one!" Billy said excitedly. "Well..."

"Just spit it out, Bills."

"My car suddenly...died on me."

"Billy, cars don't suddenly die for no reason," Orlando interjected, while trying to keep a calm tone.

"They do if ye stop putting oil in them," the Scotsman replied sheepishly.

Orli could practically hear his friend shrugging and wincing over the line.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! And you're in East L.A.! Aww, hell!" Orlando cursed into the phone. "Just stay put. I'm coming to get you lot."

"You're a peach, Orli," Billy sighed gratefully.

"Yeah, well you owe me one. And after I pick you up, you're coming with me to Sean's house, got it?"

"That's fine," Billy replied.

Orlando closed his mobile and sighed.

New plan of action.

Pick up the boys, go to Sean's, feed dog, drop boys off cliff, then meet up with Sean.

Okay, he could do this.

He wasn't letting anything else stand in his way.

With that, he changed direction and headed toward East L.A. to rescue his friends, his spirits considerably lighter now that he was ready to confront Sean.


Current Mood: recumbentrecumbent
Doylebaby: Orlibean - back offdoylebaby on June 12th, 2008 01:13 am (UTC)
Hey she's back! good to see you again, hon!

Orlando finally made the right decision, thanks to Maureen, but why do I have a bad feeling about him taking a detour...
Maria: Sean Bean slave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 01:23 am (UTC)
Hey you!!!

Yep I'm back. I hope I haven't lost readers on this one. LOL!

Yes and you know me so well. The detour...well...it is me...


liriel1810 on June 12th, 2008 01:22 am (UTC)
MARIA!!! *glomps* Missed you! Missed Shani too. I sent her a message but haven't gotten a response. I hope she's okay.

I'm off to read now!
Maria: Orlando Cute!slave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 01:24 am (UTC)
She's okay now too. I think it's something in the air up here in the Pacific Northwest. LOL!

*glomps onto you too*

Awaiting patiently for your response...

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Maria: Orlando Cute!slave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 01:38 am (UTC)
A spanking?


Now you're just making me hot. :)

*hugs you back*

Thank you!!!!
liriel1810 on June 12th, 2008 01:36 am (UTC)
Poor Maureen. *hugs her* It's so sad when someone is completely consumed by guilt and unable to get past it.

I'm really really glad Orlando listened to her, where he wasn't willing to listen to Viggo. He definitely needs to tell Sean, if that means Sean doesn't want to be around him cause he's 'fucking nuts', well, at least he'll be alive, right?

Loved the whole 'Viggo never yells' thing too. *g*

Billy has shit timing though. They should just take a taxi and let Orlando do what he has to do before it's too late or he loses his nerve again!

Excellent update, hon! *smoochcuddles*
Maria: Orlando Bloom PoTC AWEslave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 01:41 am (UTC)
Billy does have shit timing, doesn't he? *spanks Billy*

*spanks him again cuz he has such a cute bottom*

I love Maureen and she is truly one of my most tragic characters I've ever written. I came up with the idea of her when sitting at a bench in front of Target waiting for Joe to come and get me.

He usually listens to Viggo, but in this instance he needed an extra push. Sometimes the people we listen to the most can't even penetrate our muddled brain.

*smooches and cuddles with you*

*watches Pirates on the telly together*
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Jackie: pic#75371721jackieville on June 12th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
*squishes and clings* I have missed you so much and it's so wonderful to see you!!!!! *loves*

I am so very hooked on this story and always will be! Love Love Love it!!!! It is nerve wracking, exciting, and amazing!!!! I am so worried about Orli and Seanie!!! *bites nails*
Maria: Orlando sighingslave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 02:33 am (UTC)
*clings to you like the very best cling wrap*

It's nice to be back! :)

It is a bit nerve wracking, innit? I'm evol. *smiles evolly*

Yeah, I certainly am putting Orli and Seanie through their paces. The next chapter will be quite...eye-opening. :P

Thank you!!!!!
cereajeb on June 12th, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
*eyes narrow* oh, THAT is not fair! you can't make orlando take a potentially dangerous detour when he's finally got up the nerve to tell sean! *pouts*

I really, really liked Maureen, particularly since she actually managed to knock sense into orli when even viggo couldnt do it. for me, her story was even more tragic, because a character in one of my other fandoms is named maureen and i had to keep reminding myself they werent the same person; otherwise, I would have been balling :(

excellent update, can't wait for the next chapter, and im so glad you're back!
Maria: Sean Bean slave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 04:08 am (UTC)
Never fear. All will become clear.

I should make that into a bumper sticker. :)

I know what you mean about name association. Whenever I hear a name in a story that means something to me, I immediately put that person into the same role and I get all emotional too. Happens to most of us. LOL!

Thank you! And I'm glad to be back! :D
blueskydancersblueskydancers on June 12th, 2008 05:43 am (UTC)
Great to see you back - so glad to have a new chapter to read! Like the others I have a very bad feeling about the detour...
Maria: Orlando stylingslave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 02:29 pm (UTC)
Yeah...the detour...

All shall be revealed soon enough. :)

Thank you!!!!
Pecos: Jack Ianto memory kisspecos on June 12th, 2008 06:49 am (UTC)
I'm thrilled to see a new chapter, and such a good one too! I had tears in my eyes with Maureen!
Maria: Orlando contemplatingslave_o_spike on June 12th, 2008 02:31 pm (UTC)
I love Maureen. As I told someone above, I came up with the idea for her sitting on a bench waiting for hubby to come get me (he went to another store at the same time). I put myself in her place and I think this is the way I would feel.

Thank you!!! Next chapter won't take so long. :)
Gigi: Charlie Profilegiselleslash on June 12th, 2008 02:59 pm (UTC)
Hurrah! You're back!

Booooo! Orlando's on a detour!

I'm afraid this detour might be of "Epic Proportions" when all's said and done. I'll just sit here and stew in my own curiosity and impatience for the next chapter.
Maria: Orlando sighingslave_o_spike on July 16th, 2008 12:01 am (UTC)
Woo Hoo! I just made my way back over enemy lines (seriously, RL has been waaaay too hectic) - the enemy lines being dealing with sick kids and employee problems.

Yeah, Orli's on a detour. But things have a way of ...well...I will be posting the next chapter this week as well as a one-shot I just wrote.

I've decided that I will write everyday no matter what's going on - for my sanity as well as everyone else's here at home. LOL!

Thanks girl!
ireth06ireth06 on June 12th, 2008 08:18 pm (UTC)
You're back! Missed this!

Lovely chapter!
The part of Billy's car breaking down was sort of a deja vu from what Maureen just told him ... I hope he will get around to tell Sean the truth ... and safe him at the same time ...

Thanks for sharing, hun! Hugs and kisses!
Maria: Orlando Cute!slave_o_spike on July 15th, 2008 11:58 pm (UTC)
I'm back again. Like PMS or some such shite! :P

Seriously, I am back.

*hugs and kisses you back*

Yes, it is a kind of portent - Billy's car breaking down being compared to what happened with Maureen. I don't want to tell you what happens next, but Orli will be sticking to what he decided - to tell Sean everything - it's just that some things will have to be dealt with first.

Thank you for the great fb! :)
Amy: OB16--Do Not Deleteamygirl on June 13th, 2008 12:15 am (UTC)
Yay it's back!!! I've missed it...and you...so.

This is just perfect I loved the "fight" with Viggo and I loved his conversation with Maureen. Just perfect...so perfect.

Now hopefully he'll follow through and actually tell Sean. And hopefully Sean won't act like a giant git about the whole thing.

Perfect dear...just perfect!
Maria: Baby!Orlislave_o_spike on July 15th, 2008 11:49 pm (UTC)
Yay! And I'm back again. Sorry about the disappearing act but RL was being a bit of a bitch.

Anywho, I'm back and I'm staying back, for real this time.

Perfect, eh?

Cool! :)

You know Sean could never be a git about anything...okay...well he could. But Orli is sticking to wht he decided this time.

It's just that, well, damn, you know how things are. Just like RL...

Barbaravienna80er on June 13th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC)
You are back! Great to hear from you again.

I like how you go from serious to light and funny and then back to serious and profound.

Ducking great! *g*
Maria: Orlandoslave_o_spike on July 15th, 2008 11:44 pm (UTC)
And I'm back again.

Life has been...well life. :(

I don't like to stay in the dark too long before coming out into the light when writing something serious. Of course, I just wrote a one-shot that is very dark and there's nothing funny about it.

I'll be posting more o this story by the end of the week.

Thank you!!!!
Doriantdorian on June 15th, 2008 08:08 am (UTC)
glad to have you back !!!I was a little worried about your case...And you're back with one very good chapter ! I hope the next one is already done because can't see myself waiting for several weeks again or I'll end up yelling like my sexgod Viggo...LOL Aida
Maria: Orlando contemplatingslave_o_spike on July 15th, 2008 11:42 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I was back to post this and I did a Houdini again! LOL! I decided though that I would write everyday no matter what was going on because I need to.

It keeps me centered.

And a centered Maria is a happy (and sane) Maria.

Are you yelling...Aida...now like sexgod Viggo?


More of this is coming and I just wrote a very dark standalone that I will post as soon as it's checked over.

Thanks Aida! :)
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Daphneduffy_60 on June 17th, 2008 12:14 pm (UTC)
WOO-HOO! So good to see you back, and you haven't missed a beat. I love that sardonic wit of yours. "Two of your favorite things" indeed! LOL

Hopefully Orlando can stick to his gumption and finally tell Sean something -- anything.

Stay well, my dear,
Maria: Midsommer Orlislave_o_spike on July 15th, 2008 11:39 pm (UTC)
Hi Daphne! *waves at you*

I got your personal msg. I've been so so so busy with RL. It's been kinda hectic as of late. I finally decided I would just start writing everyday no matter what was going on. I love writing and I've put it on hold because of life and it makes me crankier. :P

I just wrote a stand alone (that's pretty dark). I'm going to get it checked over and then put it out there.

And yes, Orlando will not be falling back - it's just that things might go a little...well...

Thank you!!! I won't go missing again. :)
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My Flame Burns Bright: Emoticon - Wavessuch_a_steph on June 30th, 2008 11:02 am (UTC)
I know I go AWOL sometimes... but I'm still here and still loving it :D

Love poultry text ;) great touch!

Most of all I love the layers you add to your stories. The insane bar scene and Maureen's tragic story are so rich in detail. Perfect, keep it coming :D
Maria: Shaun LOLslave_o_spike on July 15th, 2008 11:36 pm (UTC)
Talk about AWOL! I've been MIA. LOL!

*waves back to your enthusiastic Emmett*

I know! Poultry text. I discovered it by accident one day when I was texting really fast with my predictive text.

You know me and layers. :)

Thanks Steph!