because lilah's wish is my command, i share with you a parody of the climax of the Imaginary Story* i am imagining about lawrence and feisal's sad little manpain, or painful epic love--depending on how seriously you take it. it also happens to be a scene out of a dangerous man, but this is not, needless to say, even within shouting distance of the actual dialogue. uh, it is possibly vaguely spoilery though.
lawrence/feisal, pg, maybe a coupla hundred words.
LAWRENCE flies into FEISAL's arms.
FEISAL: baby? is that YOU?
LAWRENCE: you don't recognise my smell. i got this jacket off a hobo.
FEISAL: i thought i'd never see you again! you vanished!
LAWRENCE: this is gonna sound hard to believe, but it actually was the government, they made me stay in england.
FEISAL: that's okay, i never believed except that one--well--uh--i never wanted to believe you could stay away on purpose.
LAWRENCE: i finished my book, you couldn't read it in progress because it's bad luck if someone reads a love poem about them before it's finished, but i think i've finally got the perfect rhyme for 'sand', and i came looking for you right away and... i would be honoured if you would read my love poem, i mean book.
FEISAL: nobody's ever written me a love poem THIS long before. listen, i'm going to go to a meeting for big people now, but don't go anywhere! i get out at five and we should have plenty of time to re-enact the dirty bits. where are you going?
LAWRENCE: it's just, i left my trunk outside with my other poetry in. they wouldn't let me take it in the hotel.
FEISAL (stricken): if i'd known i would see you, i would have brought my trunk of poetry i wrote about you. now i'll have to send someone out to get it out of the car!
*this is a word i have just invented for one of those stories you mull over, design, formulate and polish endlessly in your head without ever intending to write it down
lawrence/feisal, pg, maybe a coupla hundred words.
LAWRENCE flies into FEISAL's arms.
FEISAL: baby? is that YOU?
LAWRENCE: you don't recognise my smell. i got this jacket off a hobo.
FEISAL: i thought i'd never see you again! you vanished!
LAWRENCE: this is gonna sound hard to believe, but it actually was the government, they made me stay in england.
FEISAL: that's okay, i never believed except that one--well--uh--i never wanted to believe you could stay away on purpose.
LAWRENCE: i finished my book, you couldn't read it in progress because it's bad luck if someone reads a love poem about them before it's finished, but i think i've finally got the perfect rhyme for 'sand', and i came looking for you right away and... i would be honoured if you would read my love poem, i mean book.
FEISAL: nobody's ever written me a love poem THIS long before. listen, i'm going to go to a meeting for big people now, but don't go anywhere! i get out at five and we should have plenty of time to re-enact the dirty bits. where are you going?
LAWRENCE: it's just, i left my trunk outside with my other poetry in. they wouldn't let me take it in the hotel.
FEISAL (stricken): if i'd known i would see you, i would have brought my trunk of poetry i wrote about you. now i'll have to send someone out to get it out of the car!
*this is a word i have just invented for one of those stories you mull over, design, formulate and polish endlessly in your head without ever intending to write it down
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Date: 14 Nov 2005 09:21 pm (UTC)best imaginary story ever!
*uses danny icon because it represents teh angsty manpain omg*
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Date: 15 Nov 2005 10:16 am (UTC)imaginary stories make the best icons!
FEISAL: i wanted to figure out what the absolutely best conceivable present in the universe would be so i could give it to you, because nothing else would be worth to express the burning, ineffable, poetic proportions of our pure, manly love.
LAWRENCE: i had the exact same thought about you. then i decided it would be syria. ...and we both know how THAT turned out.
FEISAL: aw, baby, you tried your hardest! and that doesn't really matter anymore. plus, don't interrupt me. i was just saying i finally figured it out. i'll make it illegal for anybody except you to practice archaeology in my kingdom. i know how you love dirty old buildings! but look, you'd have to get started right away, you probably won't even have time for house-hunting, but that's okay, you can live with me, winkwink.
LAWRENCE, admiringly: that is SO sneaky! someone hasn't JUST been writing poetry while i was gone!
FEISAL: thanks! if i still have a kingdom when i come back in a couple hours we'll sign the papers. don't hold your breath for that, though. if not we can console each other.
LAWRENCE: while i'm out getting the trunk i'll pick up some lube.
FEISAL, beaming: see, i told you we were a great team!
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Date: 15 Nov 2005 09:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 15 Nov 2005 10:09 am (UTC)i mock lawrence and feisal, but really i love them. their angst moves me. even if manpain is, at heart, really funny.
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Date: 15 Nov 2005 10:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 15 Nov 2005 10:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 15 Nov 2005 10:34 am (UTC)