I LOVE OLIVER THIIIIIIS MUCH *spreads arms*

[primroseburrows]

Belated birthday drabble for sam80853. It's not the one I started to write. This one I did immediately after waking up from dreaming that Geoffrey, Oliver, and Ellen were all living in a house I used to own. Sort of. Dreams are funny. And I seem to remember telling people that S&A doesn't NEED fic, because it's complete and doesn't have loose ends. Which it doesn't. Er. *blames muse*

Anyway, this one's for you, kiddo, such that it is.

SPOILERS FOR THE LAST EPISODE OF SLINGS & ARROWS. DO NOT CLICK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN ALL THREE SEASONS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.



In between the quiet, Geoffrey can almost hear him.

That's not how I would have done it.

I told you so.

What kind of fool costume is that?

Really, Geoffrey, why can't you see that the role's too much for her? It's a miracle she can even dress herself in the morning.



Except he can't, really.

The words are an echo, a memory of sound, entirely inadequate. Signifying nothing.

A fool of a man missing someone who was only half-there in the first place.



Tonight, lying awake in the darkness, he hears his own voice in his head, clear as ice.

I miss you, Oliver.

I love you.



In between the quiet, he can almost hear the echoed reply:

I love you.

Be happy, Geoffrey, for both of us.

For all of us.

He turns, pulls Ellen closer. She wraps herself around him in sleep, a soft smile on her face. He kisses her shoulder. Closes his eyes.

The rest is silence.

ETA: SPOILERS IN COMMENTS, ALSO. EXERCISE CAUTION, Y'ALL

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[lorem_ipsum]

YAAAAAAY! *wipes away a tear for Geoffrey/Oliver and their screwed-up love*

And I seem to remember telling people that S&A doesn't NEED fic, because it's complete and doesn't have loose ends.

S&A *needs* Ellen Fanshawe fic. *nodnodnod*

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Oh, Ellen. Yes. I adore her.