Post by Reens on Dec 31, 2005 5:15:21 GMT -5
*Moved from BnK archives.
Live in Hyde Park
by Hari Taylor
Genre: Angsty drabble
Pairings: Orli/Kate and Keira/Jamie with suggested Orli/Keira
Synopsis: A little plotless but in a G rather than NC way... but there's a gig in Hyde park and it even has a mosh pit!
“Cut. And that’s a wrap on Keira and Orlando. Somebody get me a coffee and perhaps a cold shower!” Gore joked, turning to mutter something to his first AD and not noticing the glare he was receiving from his actors. Everyone was always joking about their on-screen chemistry, be it Johnny, Jackie Dee, their respective other halves, who were currently sat not far off set deeply engrossed in conversation, and now it seemed, even their director.
Keira groaned and pulled her hand from the grasp Orlando still had. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern. She simply rolled her eyes and wandered over to Jamie and Kate, planting her self, 3-foot dress and all, onto his lap and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
“I know, sweetie,” Kate sympathized, rubbing her shoulder in understanding, “he’s a pain in the goddamn butt sometimes. Too domineering by half.” Keira looked at her in moderate surprise before roiling her eyes yet again and burying her head back in Jamie’s neck.
“And what is the topic of discussion?” Orlando asked, sidling up to the group, positioning himself behind his girlfriend and glancing at Keira in concern. He rested a hand on Kate’s shoulder, which was soon entwined with the hand she brought to meet it, and so they remained, chattering away about trivialities, until Penny came to request the removal of costume.
“What’s wrong with you these days?” Orlando asked when they were alone. “You seem so, I don’t know, distant.” Keira glanced at him, and he was more than a little surprised to see the glistening of unshed tears, in eyes that held pure fear. “Hey, Keira. It’s me,” he tried to justify, “It’s Orli. The guy you slammed against a locker and made out with in our first audition together,” he chuckled at this memory and the faintest smile crept across her face. “The guy who filled your versace shoes with shaving foam,” he continued, receiving himself a slight punch, which he used to draw her into an embrace. “The guy who taught you how to knit! The guy who threw you in the Caribbean Sea for calling him a slut only to dive in after and rescue you.” He paused, pushing her away slightly to wipe the now fallen tears from her cheek. “The guy who cares about you more than anything else in this world,” he finished, unintentionally causing the slow sobs to revert into an agonizing whimper. He held her cheeks with the palms of his hands, from time to time, wiping the stray tears until they fell no more, constantly searching her eyes for some kind of clue.
“What are you doing this weekend?” he asked after a long duration of silence. She merely blinked at him and so he elaborated. “We’ve all got the same flight back to London on Friday, we arranged that, remember? And, well… I have four VIP tickets to a Maroon 5 gig in Hyde Park on the Saturday and was wondering, would you and Jamie… I mean, will you come with me?” Keira frowned and sniffed and raised her eyebrows and sniffed again, unaware of what to say.
“I met the guys in a club on time, in LA I think… might have been New York and we got chatting, they’re really nice fellows and Adam sent me couple of tickets, said we should catch up sometime. So… What do you say?”<br>
“Erm… Sure?” It came out as a question but it was the answer he wanted and so Orlando over looked that triviality. She immediately found herself entrapped in a hug and subjected to a rather girlie squeal of delight.
“I don’t mind spending every day,” he sang at the top of his voice, “out on your corner in the pouring rain…” He still had her hand in his and was prancing around the room dragging her with him as he sang his lungs out, though he would never confess that it was actually the only song he knew, and even so it was only the chorus he could recite. “Look for the girl with the broken smile,” he turned to look directly at Keira, grinning ridiculously, “ask her if she wants to stay awhile,” he concluded, scooping her in an embrace and spinning her around.
“Ahem,” came an amused voice from the doorway. Orlando turned immediately to face the sound, his arms still wrapped tightly around Keira. “When you’re quite finished, wooing my girlfriend,” Jamie chuckled, winking at Keira.
“Oh please,” Kate interjected and expression of equal amusement on her face. “Like he could woo anyone by singing.” Orlando released his grasp of Keira in order to scowl at his soon to be fiancé.<br>
“Hey!” was all the protest he managed, as Keira wandered away from him and into the stable and protective arms of her boyfriend. “I’m a terrific singer,” he tried to argue, taking Kate’s hand as they all wandered out into the setting sun of the Caribbean. “It was part of our training at Guild Hall: musical theatre,” he paused to sigh, “man I hated that part of the course.” They all chuckled, even Keira, who had dried her eyes and produced the brave face she always bore even for the closest of her friends.
“So I take it you too will be joining us in the mosh pit of Hyde Park,” Kate grinned. Jamie looked bewildered but Orlando affirmatively answered for them with in his usual cheery manor, as the four companions wandered of into a blur of secretive normalcy.
Live in Hyde Park
by Hari Taylor
Genre: Angsty drabble
Pairings: Orli/Kate and Keira/Jamie with suggested Orli/Keira
Synopsis: A little plotless but in a G rather than NC way... but there's a gig in Hyde park and it even has a mosh pit!
“Cut. And that’s a wrap on Keira and Orlando. Somebody get me a coffee and perhaps a cold shower!” Gore joked, turning to mutter something to his first AD and not noticing the glare he was receiving from his actors. Everyone was always joking about their on-screen chemistry, be it Johnny, Jackie Dee, their respective other halves, who were currently sat not far off set deeply engrossed in conversation, and now it seemed, even their director.
Keira groaned and pulled her hand from the grasp Orlando still had. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern. She simply rolled her eyes and wandered over to Jamie and Kate, planting her self, 3-foot dress and all, onto his lap and burying her face in the crook of his neck.
“I know, sweetie,” Kate sympathized, rubbing her shoulder in understanding, “he’s a pain in the goddamn butt sometimes. Too domineering by half.” Keira looked at her in moderate surprise before roiling her eyes yet again and burying her head back in Jamie’s neck.
“And what is the topic of discussion?” Orlando asked, sidling up to the group, positioning himself behind his girlfriend and glancing at Keira in concern. He rested a hand on Kate’s shoulder, which was soon entwined with the hand she brought to meet it, and so they remained, chattering away about trivialities, until Penny came to request the removal of costume.
“What’s wrong with you these days?” Orlando asked when they were alone. “You seem so, I don’t know, distant.” Keira glanced at him, and he was more than a little surprised to see the glistening of unshed tears, in eyes that held pure fear. “Hey, Keira. It’s me,” he tried to justify, “It’s Orli. The guy you slammed against a locker and made out with in our first audition together,” he chuckled at this memory and the faintest smile crept across her face. “The guy who filled your versace shoes with shaving foam,” he continued, receiving himself a slight punch, which he used to draw her into an embrace. “The guy who taught you how to knit! The guy who threw you in the Caribbean Sea for calling him a slut only to dive in after and rescue you.” He paused, pushing her away slightly to wipe the now fallen tears from her cheek. “The guy who cares about you more than anything else in this world,” he finished, unintentionally causing the slow sobs to revert into an agonizing whimper. He held her cheeks with the palms of his hands, from time to time, wiping the stray tears until they fell no more, constantly searching her eyes for some kind of clue.
“What are you doing this weekend?” he asked after a long duration of silence. She merely blinked at him and so he elaborated. “We’ve all got the same flight back to London on Friday, we arranged that, remember? And, well… I have four VIP tickets to a Maroon 5 gig in Hyde Park on the Saturday and was wondering, would you and Jamie… I mean, will you come with me?” Keira frowned and sniffed and raised her eyebrows and sniffed again, unaware of what to say.
“I met the guys in a club on time, in LA I think… might have been New York and we got chatting, they’re really nice fellows and Adam sent me couple of tickets, said we should catch up sometime. So… What do you say?”<br>
“Erm… Sure?” It came out as a question but it was the answer he wanted and so Orlando over looked that triviality. She immediately found herself entrapped in a hug and subjected to a rather girlie squeal of delight.
“I don’t mind spending every day,” he sang at the top of his voice, “out on your corner in the pouring rain…” He still had her hand in his and was prancing around the room dragging her with him as he sang his lungs out, though he would never confess that it was actually the only song he knew, and even so it was only the chorus he could recite. “Look for the girl with the broken smile,” he turned to look directly at Keira, grinning ridiculously, “ask her if she wants to stay awhile,” he concluded, scooping her in an embrace and spinning her around.
“Ahem,” came an amused voice from the doorway. Orlando turned immediately to face the sound, his arms still wrapped tightly around Keira. “When you’re quite finished, wooing my girlfriend,” Jamie chuckled, winking at Keira.
“Oh please,” Kate interjected and expression of equal amusement on her face. “Like he could woo anyone by singing.” Orlando released his grasp of Keira in order to scowl at his soon to be fiancé.<br>
“Hey!” was all the protest he managed, as Keira wandered away from him and into the stable and protective arms of her boyfriend. “I’m a terrific singer,” he tried to argue, taking Kate’s hand as they all wandered out into the setting sun of the Caribbean. “It was part of our training at Guild Hall: musical theatre,” he paused to sigh, “man I hated that part of the course.” They all chuckled, even Keira, who had dried her eyes and produced the brave face she always bore even for the closest of her friends.
“So I take it you too will be joining us in the mosh pit of Hyde Park,” Kate grinned. Jamie looked bewildered but Orlando affirmatively answered for them with in his usual cheery manor, as the four companions wandered of into a blur of secretive normalcy.