:D :D i bet you get tired of me saying 'i like that' at you. but i do -- i like that simile, and i like the way she snaps back at them, and i like them learning about each other --
um. *gets a word from her math homework* 'contradiction'?
"You're happy to-day?" he comments once, when she's dressed in a colour that's not black and her hair is braided messily.
"Isn't that a contradiction in terms?"
"Aren't you clever?"
"Cleverer than you, don't you think?"
"How do you know?"
She smirks at him with her perfect pomegranate seed teeth. "Didn't you notice I don't have to squish statements and bits that aren't supposed to have an answer so they fit into questions?"
She's called him on rhetoric and statements. Guildenstern, who doesn't mind admitting things to himself as long as the rest of the world isn't privy to them, knows he hasn't been this much in love since a year that didn't exist.
oh. XD XD guildenstern, you wonderful dork. how couldn't you love a woman who can call you on rhetoric? i like that last phrase, too -- 'since a year that didn't exist.'
It's rhetoric! He couldn't help but admire her any way, even if she doesn't know what rhetoric's called; but with everything already the way it -- well. He's never been in love before.
oh, of course -- ! i think he might like being caught, being challenged, even when he isn't expecting it -- especially when he isn't, perhaps -- but that's all spectulation. -- and oh, guil -- XD
Well, I rather thought--I mean, he's not like Zara, he isn't a hater. He's really just a sceptic--in a way. I don't know what I'm saying. Oh. --New word?
he really is -- in the proper, philosophical sense of the word: question everything. and he's a bit of a critic, too, but that's not -- it's more like a theater or a literary critic. he looks at the world and tries to judge it, understand it, and it's not understanding that irritates him so -- that makes him snap and accuse the world and people of being too shallow, too inconsistent (butitoughttomakesensereallyitought). but i'm babbling. and oh -- um.
Yes--yes, that's exactly what I meant and couldn't say--yesexactly. Thank you--
Well, he may be in love, but that doesn't change anything. He's well aware this isn't a girl you shower with roses or lillies, and what's more, if she were, he wouldn't. In fact, if she were, she'd never have interested him in the first place.
He has to ask the right kind of questions now, and he wants questions that won't let anything on about him. His sharp girl is not the kind of girl who would be gentle if she knew he was in love with her. She'd probably bite him.
He goes over all these things in his head, and realises how well he understands her. That pleases him extraordinarily. He likes things he understands.
"What do you think of me?" he demands, in a voice that admits no desire to know the answer.
ooh. XD it's utterly guil, he has to think this through first, and ask the right kind of questions. and i like the bit about he likes things he understands. but aah, what's she going to say?
"What do I think? I think you're a self-absorbed idiot and you ought to stop following me the hell around," she snaps, tossing her sharp head with the tangle of red hair. "And what do you think of me?"
Perfect. "Harpy," he tells her with a smirk. "Wouldn't you agree?"
And then she smiles at him, a tight, thin smile that makes her ugly face uglier and excellent at the same time. Neither of them say a word. She agrees, and it's perfect.
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Date: 2006-04-09 04:21 am (UTC)um. *gets a word from her math homework* 'contradiction'?
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Date: 2006-04-10 01:46 am (UTC)"Isn't that a contradiction in terms?"
"Aren't you clever?"
"Cleverer than you, don't you think?"
"How do you know?"
She smirks at him with her perfect pomegranate seed teeth. "Didn't you notice I don't have to squish statements and bits that aren't supposed to have an answer so they fit into questions?"
She's called him on rhetoric and statements. Guildenstern, who doesn't mind admitting things to himself as long as the rest of the world isn't privy to them, knows he hasn't been this much in love since a year that didn't exist.
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Date: 2006-04-11 02:42 am (UTC)lily?
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Date: 2006-04-11 01:46 pm (UTC)Well, he may be in love, but that doesn't change anything. He's well aware this isn't a girl you shower with roses or lillies, and what's more, if she were, he wouldn't. In fact, if she were, she'd never have interested him in the first place.
He has to ask the right kind of questions now, and he wants questions that won't let anything on about him. His sharp girl is not the kind of girl who would be gentle if she knew he was in love with her. She'd probably bite him.
He goes over all these things in his head, and realises how well he understands her. That pleases him extraordinarily. He likes things he understands.
"What do you think of me?" he demands, in a voice that admits no desire to know the answer.
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Date: 2006-04-12 11:30 pm (UTC)um. word. ... 'word'?
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Date: 2006-04-13 02:06 am (UTC)Perfect. "Harpy," he tells her with a smirk. "Wouldn't you agree?"
And then she smiles at him, a tight, thin smile that makes her ugly face uglier and excellent at the same time. Neither of them say a word. She agrees, and it's perfect.
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