UPD-2. Пожалуй, я напишу еще одно предупреждение: персонажи "Кэтрин" и "Дэвид" не являются отражением реальных К. и Д., или даже отражением моего истинного о них мнения.
Особенно Дэвиду досталось. Я тут вообще занимаюсь своей личной психотерапией, я люблю бессмысленные диалоги, it makes me feel good)).
UPD. Я тут тихо сам с собою буду продолжать фапать, не обращайте внимания... Как всегда, одним драбблом я ограничиться не могу)).
У меня ощущение, что, когда я пишу по-английски, я растекаюсь мыслию по древу. Меня радует сам процесс написания текста на другом языке, совсем другое настроение передает)). Заодно замечаю и устраняю свои навязчивые приемчики из русского языка, вроде причастных и деепричастных оборотов. ~
Я написала гет! Боже, я написала гет! Про Дэвида и Кэтрин. Я горжусь уже самим этим фактом.
Название: пусть пока будет
Much Ado About Nothing, не могу придумать ничего лучше))
Автор: bbgonО ком: Теннант/Тейт
О чем: во время репетиций Much Ado About Nothing
Рейтинг: 1 часть - R-ish, далее - PG
Предупреждение: на английском!Себе, ссылка
на архив, чтоб не потерять.
Parts I-IIIPart I
After sex David is every time in a different mood. It’s strange that you can’t possibly predict what the person you know for such a long time will do the next moment. Sometimes he would just lie there on the couch of Kate’s dressing-room and sulk. It could be insulting, if she hadn’t known better. Another time he would jump up and tickle her and laugh and tell her all sorts of things which don’t make sense, but obviously make him feel better. Or he would start rehearsing his lines from the middle of the play and expect Catherine to give him correct responses. It looks a little out of place, him being naked and sweaty and with a condom in his hands which he is carefully folding to later throw it away. This time David is in his contemplative mood. It is perhaps the most annoying of them all, because then he starts on some meaningless subject, goes on about it for thirty seconds, jumps to the next meaningless subject, and that is until he gets to what is actually bothering him. If you would try to hurry him up with “Get on with it!”, he either wouldn’t notice or would shut up completely – only to embark upon the same theme at the most inappropriate moment later.
So now David is lying flat on the couch, his legs too long to fit in, so one he has put over the arm rest, and is scratching the heel of the other. Catherine turned her back on him, already dressed, and is looking in the mirror to adjust her hair. She can’t help but see David’s reflection, and he also notices that she sees him and pulls a smug face as if he is a sexy bastard who fucks everything that moves, flickers his eyelids and blows her a kiss. Then he drops his act and is suddenly quiet and almost sad. Today is probably the only day when Kate knows for sure what this is all about. Before David has the chance to bury the actual matter under the layers of empty phrases, she asks:
“So, how does it feel to be a father?”
“Good! Good”, he answers in a quick and a little high-pitched voice.
“Well?” she suggests for him to continue.
“They returned home yesterday. She’s sweet. Very sweet. So small”, he says, and she can almost feel the tension in his shoulders and how uncomfortable he feels talking about it out loud. Still he doesn’t make any attempts to get up from the couch and get dressed and leave. He turns on his side, facing Catherine, and puts one hand on the arm rest under his cheek. Yet she doesn’t turn around and continues brushing her hair with her fingers.
“Maybe we should stop doing this”, she says meaning their casual sex always on the same bloody couch. It won’t be a big loss for it is always quick and hasty and not even a relief of some latent sexual tension, and David is not the very best lover, too nervous to be really good. He is always asking her questions in the process about how she likes it, or doesn’t, or what she feels when he does this or that – in a way that makes her think he has only an image of some abstract sex action in his head, and doesn’t actually experience it when he is doing it.
David looks at her reflection in the mirror for a couple of seconds, and answers:
“Yeah”.
“We must be back on stage in seven minutes”, Kate hopes that it’ll get him moving, but it doesn’t, so she has to add, “If you go out like this, it’d definitely make an excellent publicity for our play”.
“No-o”, David exhales, maybe not agreeing with the idea of publicity or with the idea of clearing out.
“Anyway, your presence there won’t make a big difference; you still don’t know a single line”.
“Not true!” he protests and lifts his head. In an ostentatiously theatrical voice he recites, “I can find out no rhyme to 'lady' but 'baby', for 'scorn,' 'horn', for, 'school,' 'fool'; no, I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms”.
“You’ve left out half of the verse”, she sneers.
“I’m good, though”, he retorts, wearing his smug face again.
Now she turns around, bends down to look him confidently in the eyes, and says:
“Really, you are not”.
He grabs her hand and kisses it gentlemanly, which looks silly for he is still naked.
“Come, bid me do any thing for thee, sweet Beatrice”, he continues in an exaggerated stage voice.
“Kill Claudio”, Catherine answers with her line. “Or kill yourself and get dressed, we must be back on stage in− five minutes ago”.
“Ha! not for the wide world”.
She frees her hand from his grip, gets up and heads for the door.
“Tarry, sweet Beatrice”, David suddenly remembers his lines, which he couldn’t manage on stage during the last couple of days.
“I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in you: nay, I pray you, let me go. Maybe we should do the rehearsal here”, she can’t help but snort.
“By this hand, I l−”
She shuts the door behind her and dampens the rest of the line, which she knows by heart. Something is telling her, it won’t be so easy to get David off that bloody couch.
Part II
The most annoying thing about David is that he doesn’t know when to stop. Almost everything he does turns into some kind of a little obsession. If he starts talking in rhymes, he doesn’t stop even if he has run out of poetic imagination and can’t think of any proper line. If he has read a book about healthy food somewhere, he drives her up the wall with his critique of her lunch. But the worst case is when he is worried about something, and doesn’t have the nerve to speak up. Then he behaves like a child who wants to play with the doggie, but is too afraid to approach it, and goes round and round and round the playground in now wider, now smaller circles.
Sometimes she feels pity for Georgia who has to put up with David’s oddities. Catherine doesn’t know her too well, but she seems nice though amenable. She has seen once David nagging about the way his girl-friend was dressed, something about it not fitting the weather or the occasion or David’s particular mood, though he is not a case for a fashion magazine himself. It’s lucky that Catherine can go home after a day in a room with him and relax, because recently he has been particularly pestilent.
His more than usually strange behavior started after he stopped coming to her dressing-room during the break. Maybe he finally saw reason that having an affair was not the best way to welcome his new-born baby. Anyway, the end has been put to it, and Catherine felt very much relieved for her conscience also stopped taunting her with images of David’s lonely and abandoned girl-friend.
The simplest explanation would be that he is in love, but he obviously isn’t. He does not bat an eyelid at the heaps of jokes and rumors running around about them being a couple, and he does not express the slightest regret when their rendezvous’ on the couch end. She just can’t tell if he is deliberately annoying, or this talent comes to him naturally. It seems that he completely neglects preparing his part of the play for the day, and she doesn’t know what to think: either he wants to be thrown out of the project (which is impossible at this stage), or he is so absent-minded for some reason that he can’t remember anything despite of the effort. When asked he just excuses himself with the difficulties of a newly-baked father’s life. That is very plausible though Catherine can’t get rid of her doubts.
During the lunch break David locks himself in his dressing-room. Catherine knocks on the door, and when he opens it and immediately turns away, she sees that he is on the phone with Georgia.
“Call you. Love you, honey”, he ends the talk on a positively overdone note, and stuffs the cell phone in his pocket.
“Everything’s fine?” she asks more as a lead-in for the following conversation, than as a sign of a genuine interest. If something were seriously wrong, everyone would know it by now.
“Yeah”, he nods and props himself against the edge of the make-up table. She crosses her arms reflexively, so he immediately looks up and probably notices something disturbing about her expression. He says with a trace of guilt in his voice, “I wasn’t at my best today, was I?”
“Definitely”, she answers sternly, and guilt now shows in his face, then turning into a puppy-eyed expression. Catherine snorts, and David smiles weakly and relieved. She tries to assume a stiff tone again:
“I think any student from a local theatre group would be better than you are. I don’t want to embarrass myself at the premiere, and you are doing everything to make it happen”.
“Oh, don’t exaggerate!” he exclaims too lightly. “I’m not that bad”.
“I believe you think now you’re a big star, everyone’ll just come to see your skinny little self”.
She knows it’s not true, but says it purposely to make him protest. And he does, in his usual affected manner, dwelling on the vowels:
“That’s not true! I’m sweating my guts out, and I don’t even get a thanks for all my work!” Then he pulls a hurt face and adds, “Maybe I’m just not up to it”.
“Yeah, right”, she says ironically. “You’ve played Hamlet and run out of your artistic skills. Now stop it, you are the best Benedick I can imagine”.
David looks at her slyly from the corner of his eye, and Catherine realizes that he has tricked her into complimenting him.
“But Benedick who stands stammering on stage before the crowd is not what I’m hoping for”, she adds quickly.
“It won’t happen again, I pwomise!” he suddenly says in a high childish voice. “Honest, Mummy, I’ll do my homework and bwush my teeth before bed and eat my bweakfast!”
“Not funny!” she retorts, but it actually is, and she must make an effort not to grin. “I want to know, what’s the matter with you, David?”
“Why are you so cwoss with me, Mummy?”
“Will you please stop it?” she asks politely.
“Oh, please don’t stand me, Mummy”, he continues kidding around, and it is getting annoying.
“Now listen to me, Mister”, she says, and David jerks up his eyebrows as if begging for mercy. “I understand that everyone can have their bad days, but it’s about time that you start having your good days again. What’s your problem?”
David covers his face with his hands and rubs it violently.
“I’m just not getting enough sleep”, he answers still in an unnatural whiney voice, but at least he doesn’t call her ‘Mummy’ anymore. Catherine is sure for some reason that he is lying; maybe because he is hiding his expression behind an unnecessary gesture. But it is almost impossible to catch him on this simple lie. Maybe he is in fact sleep-deprived because of the baby, but the actual reason of his behavior lies somewhere else.
She also drops herself on the edge of the table beside him to gain a more comfortable and intimate position and asks comradely, “What’s up?”
“I’ve told you, Mummy, I’ll be a good boy!” David whines, and that puts an end to the conversation. Catherine pushes herself away from the table and looks at him in exasperation.
“You know, what’s your problem is your problem”, she preaches him down. “Next time I want you up tight and with all your lines memorized”.
“Yes, ma’am”, he answers, and she can’t be more bothered.
Part III
Catherine is actually surprised when the next time, after a two days break, David turns up at the rehearsal fit and mindful. He is not late, he doesn’t forget his lines, he knows exactly where and when to move on stage, he gives an excellent performance, and for the first time in two weeks she stops worrying about the future of the show.
At the end of the day, when he is already putting on his jacket to go home, Catherine comes up to him.
“That was perfect, today”, she says with a smile. “You had a good rest?”
“Yeah”, he answers indefinitely, and turns away a little while he is trying to catch a sleeve.
“You know, David, I thought you were lying about being tired. I’m glad it’s just that”, she says without thinking and almost immediately realizes that she’s hit a point. David freezes for a short moment and than zips his jacket determinately.
“Yeah, just that”, he repeats as if probing these words on his tongue.
“Care for a drink?”
“No, I must get home”, he answers busily.
“Half an hour?” she suggests, and then he agrees, maybe because he sees that this time it won’t be so easy to get away from her.
As they sit at a nearby pub, David almost immediately starts revising their publicity schedule. He doesn’t let her get a word in, flooding the conversation with his never ending talk. Usually he is more prepared to listen, and this noise barrier can only mean that he doesn’t want to risk another keen observation on her part.
Finally she succeeds to penetrate the wall and asks:
“How is Olive?”
“Oh, great”, he answers vacantly, and adds following some weird chain of association, “Georgia’s parents came to visit yesterday”.
Catherine sneers. “Have you talked about the Doctor?” (“Again”, she wants to add).
“No-o, everyone has other things on their mind!” David exclaims and sits back. She keeps staring at him, and he admits somewhat protectively, “A little. You can’t talk about breast-feeding and diapers all the time”.
Catherine imagines two men hiding in a corner from baby-talk and discussing “real matter”, and grins to herself.
“Sometimes I think you started dating Georgia only to spend time with her father”, she jests.
“Ha-ha”, David answers not amused. “It’s not even a hundredth time I hear that joke, and it’s getting a bit old”.
“Sorry”, she apologizes quickly, but David has already slipped in a surly mood.
“More than that”, he says aggressively, “I’ve only agreed to participate in the play to recreate the dynamics between Doctor and Donna – am I reciting it correctly?”
“I said I’m sorry!” she pats his hand to silence him for their conversation suddenly got inappropriately loud.
“I’d expect you’d more decency not to do that to me. You’re in the same boat after all”.
“What should I do, drop on my knees and beg your forgiveness?”
“Maybe”, he answers a little less disgruntled. Then he looks at his watch and puts his glass aside. “I must be going”.
“Alright”, she waves at him feeling relieved that he won’t lash out at her today anymore, and at the same time disappointed. “See you tomorrow”.дальшеPart IV
Doing publicity with David can be pure agony of wild expectations clashing with the even crazier reality of what he actually does in front of the camera. When he jumps on the couch not completely realizing what he’s doing, you can call it childish spontaneity. When he takes off his shoes to proudly demonstrate the world his socks, you start wondering if he is in his right mind. The problem is not the escapade itself; after all, the world with Lady Gaga in it has moved to other definitions of ‘scandalous behavior’. The problem is that David actually does not realize why his gesture caused such uproar of laughter among the audience.
When Catherine compliments his audacity after the show with a little chuckle, he just stares at her blankly and asks, “What d’you mean?” She takes it for another jest, but it is not, for David frowns at her with a baffled expression.
“Usually you’re supposed to just sit and talk about your show and tell a couple of anecdotes from your artistic life”, she plays Captain Obvious.
“Right”, he nods. “So I did”.
She still suspects a bluff on his part, so she says with a smile, “Which part of the scenario does jumping around cover: sitting, talking or anecdotes?”
“All of them”, he answers with an ironically straight face, and it eases her mind a little. Then he clasps his hands and exclaims, “You must visit us someday!”
It’s so sudden that Catherine doesn’t know what to think. Choosing her words she says, “I don’t think it’s a good idea”.
“Why?” he asks with such innocence that for a moment she wonders if he has suffered memory loss recently. She pulls him aside and drops her voice:
“Maybe you don’t know what conscience is, but I find it a little difficult to come to your house right now and look your girl-friend in the eye. After-- you know”.
He contemplates her point and says somewhat doubtfully:
“But she doesn’t know”.
“So what? I know”, Catherine makes an emphasis on “I”, and then adds because of David’s still uncomprehending look, “I shouldn’t have indulged in the first place”.
Now she has obviously hurt his manly pride.
“So I was that bad that now you regret it?”
“Oh God”, she sighs. “That’s not the point”.
She is tempted to tell him how annoying his constant chatting during sex was – just for fun, to see his reaction – but she prefers to contain herself.
“Was it good then?” he asks. Perhaps he has already completely forgotten where this conversation started, she thinks. It’s like playing question and answer: David’s questions come out of the blue and don’t even follow his own logic. She doesn’t want to participate in this silly game, so she ends it with “We are not going to discuss it here!”
“Where and when?” he asks half-jokingly.
“I’ll write you a letter”.
“I’ll hold you to that”, for some reason he is very cheerful, and smiles his playful boyish smile again. She pats him on the shoulder, “Right. Certainly. When pigs fly”.Вопрос в статистических целях: их тут кто-нибудь вообще шипперит, кроме меня?)))
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10.05.2011 в 17:46-
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10.05.2011 в 17:49ура! я уж думала, я тут тихо сама с собою буду
блин, да я ваще гет не читаю
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11.05.2011 в 15:43И да.
Автор, пишите больше на английском ** У Вас это такое прекрасное нечто...
*готовится возвести BBGON в ранг личной литературной богини*
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11.05.2011 в 16:19нинада
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11.05.2011 в 17:12читать дальше
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11.05.2011 в 19:00bwush my teeth - brush?
угу)
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11.05.2011 в 19:32йа так и понял. читать дальше
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11.05.2011 в 19:46дык это детская картавость, которую он изображает)
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11.05.2011 в 20:04ааа! тогда нипонял, прощу прощения)))
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11.05.2011 в 22:05-
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11.05.2011 в 22:56йес, вот и еще один единомышленник))
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01.11.2015 в 14:03-
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01.11.2015 в 14:10