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Post by László on Sept 24, 2009 15:13:32 GMT -5
"I guess I'll have to start believing people, since they keep saying that." He said sheepishly.
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 24, 2009 15:17:41 GMT -5
"Good" John squeezed his arm a little tight and released it.
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Post by László on Sept 24, 2009 15:20:30 GMT -5
"You still owe me a song." He said, grinning.
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 24, 2009 15:25:49 GMT -5
"Oh yea!" John smiled and stood up clearing his throat, looking very silly in the way he was standing, just to see if he could get a laugh out of Laszlo, before he stood normally and began to sing.
"Desperado, why don't you come to your senses You've been out ridin' fences, for so long - now. Ohh you're a hard one. I know that you've got your reasons. These things that are pleasin'you Can hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy She'll beat you if she's able. You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet. Now it seems to me, some fine things Have been laid upon your table. But you only want the ones That you can't get.
Desperado, Ohhhh you aint getting no younger. Your pain and your hunger, They're driving you home. And freedom, ohh freedom. Well that's just some people talking. Your prison is walking through this world all alone.
Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine. It's hard to tell the night time from the day. And you're losing all your highs and lows aint it funny how the feeling goes away...
Desperado, Why don't you come to your senses? come down from your fences, open the gate. It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you. You better let somebody love you. (let sombody love you) You better let somebody love you...ohhh..hooo before it's too..oooo.. late."
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Post by László on Sept 24, 2009 15:30:35 GMT -5
The song was new to him he's from an alternate 21st century, but nice.
"YOU aren't so bad yourself."
Now that the words were sinking in, though, he wondered just how random of a choice it had been on John's part.
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 24, 2009 15:35:19 GMT -5
John smiled "Thanks, I'm used to singing with a guitar" he sat back down across from Laszlo "though I have to have Marie play it, I'm just no good, thing sounds like a train wreck.
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Post by László on Sept 24, 2009 15:36:23 GMT -5
"If it's any consolation, I can't play anything, either."
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 24, 2009 15:41:46 GMT -5
John laughed "Yea, a little bit" looking down at his watch he sighed "maybe we should try and catch some shut eye. I've got a lot of work to do tomorrow, got a man coming back to finish the back yard." Standing up he walked over to Laszlo and touched his face softly "Remember, you're perfect, no matter what any one says" letting his hand fall he walked to the door "good night."
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Post by László on Sept 24, 2009 15:47:34 GMT -5
"Oh, I didn't mean to keep you up." He wasn't expecting the kind of goodnight he got from John, and was too caught off guard to say more than "goodnight" in return. Once the other man had left the room, however, László stayed where he was, wondering what it meant. He wasn't unused to displays of affection anymore, but they'd always come from Miles, who he'd pretty much come to expect that sort of thing to come from by now. John, well, he hadn't even realized. Was this a curveball he'd just been thrown? Suddenly, he had a feeling that his life had gotten a bit more complicated .
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Post by John Bristow on Sept 24, 2009 15:52:21 GMT -5
John flopped down on to his bed and closed his eyes, but couldn't sleep. What had he just done? He didn't know where it came from, it was just a natural closure to their conversation, and John didn't know why.
He squinted his eyes and turned over to light a lamp, grabbing his book on the side table he began to read, hoping that something would keep his mind off of the younger man.
Although he knew it wouldn't work.
A seed had been planted.
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Post by László on Nov 29, 2010 1:49:14 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Well. He'd made an attempt at it, and so, as long as his nerve held and he felt that he could, he'd stick with it. Being on a normal schedule helped, too, although he was still adjusting to that.
So the afternoon found László practicing his singing. Scarborough Fair, for now, a song that had quickly become a favorite, though he couldn't really say why. He just liked it.
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Post by John Bristow on Nov 29, 2010 1:56:18 GMT -5
((OH god Leto singing Scarborough Fair *dies*))
John who was sweeping the halls after another family had come in, heard Laszlo singing in his room and couldn't help but stop and listen. He leaned against the door and realized he recognized the song and began to sing along softly with him.
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Post by László on Nov 29, 2010 2:03:40 GMT -5
((Hee! I would love to hear that for real.))
So intent was he that he actually didn't realize he had an audience/duet until he ended the last note sooner than John did. He practically jumped, turning toward the door.
"Uh...hi?" He called, feeling a bit self-conscious.
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Post by John Bristow on Nov 29, 2010 2:11:51 GMT -5
John who'd almost forgotten what he was doing, replied dreamily through the door with "Hi."
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Post by László on Nov 29, 2010 2:15:27 GMT -5
László opened the door.
"John--?"
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