:kicks Gosford Park fic:
Apr. 2nd, 2005 02:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
burntcopperThis is what I've got written so far. Over here we have Clive Owen being pretty and doing his bit of rough act as Parks. Over here we have Jeremy Northam being pretty and doing his terribly charming act as Ivor Novello. Excuse me while I throttle them for having slightly flirty conversation but refusing to go anywhere near anything that looks like skin contact.
Snippets of Smoking Takes place pre-the murder.
Parks comes out into the driveway, bending his head to light his fag.
"Could I borrow a light?"
Parks looks up to see Ivor Novello with a fag in one hand and a mildly hopeful
expression.
"Sure." Parks proffers the lit match, Novello leans forward, cupping his hand around the light.
"Thankyou."
"Thought you'd be in there." Parks says.
"They get a little too much occasionally." Novello says, taking a drag, and grins conspiratorially. "As I'm sure you're aware."
"Not my place to say." Parks says, shrugging and blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. "Still, not the first time I've seen people hiding from relatives."
"You have experience, I take it." Novello folds his arms across his body, every pose and motion studied and elegant. Must be an acting thing.
"Not with relatives personally, nah." Another drag and he flicks the ash off the end of his fag. "Thought your lot didn't really approve of acting as a job."
Novello pauses in the act of blowing a smoke ring, head titled back. He raises an eyebrow. "Interesting observation."
"Just what I've heard from hearing them talk."
"Well, my mother was a teacher. I'm not exactly born to the life, but I make a decent living impersonating them." Pause. "I confess I find their almost wilful indifference to the silver screen amusing. Rather too bourgeois for them, I fear."
Parks nods. "Spose so." He takes a last puff and drops what's left of his fag in a puddle. "Ought to get back to work. Be seeing you."
"Mmm. Thankyou for the light."
"Anytime." He replies, nodding again in acknowledgement as he turns to leave.
A couple of hours later, Parks comes out for another fag, to see someone already standing there smoking. Lean, rangy, studied motions.
"Had to escape for a second time, did we?" Parks asks, pulling out a fag.
Novello looks up, slightly startled, before relaxing back into suave mode on the sight of the familiar face. "Actually, it's more fresh air than anything. Gets awfully stuffy."
"Amount of hot air that gets spoken in gatherings, I'm not surprised." Parks replies, striking a match against the wall before bringing it up to light his fag, shaking it to get rid of the flame once that's accomplished before flicking it out into the darkness of the gravel drive.
Tomorrow I go Speaker's Corner to mess around in Hyde Park for Dario's birthday.
Snippets of Smoking Takes place pre-the murder.
Parks comes out into the driveway, bending his head to light his fag.
"Could I borrow a light?"
Parks looks up to see Ivor Novello with a fag in one hand and a mildly hopeful
expression.
"Sure." Parks proffers the lit match, Novello leans forward, cupping his hand around the light.
"Thankyou."
"Thought you'd be in there." Parks says.
"They get a little too much occasionally." Novello says, taking a drag, and grins conspiratorially. "As I'm sure you're aware."
"Not my place to say." Parks says, shrugging and blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth. "Still, not the first time I've seen people hiding from relatives."
"You have experience, I take it." Novello folds his arms across his body, every pose and motion studied and elegant. Must be an acting thing.
"Not with relatives personally, nah." Another drag and he flicks the ash off the end of his fag. "Thought your lot didn't really approve of acting as a job."
Novello pauses in the act of blowing a smoke ring, head titled back. He raises an eyebrow. "Interesting observation."
"Just what I've heard from hearing them talk."
"Well, my mother was a teacher. I'm not exactly born to the life, but I make a decent living impersonating them." Pause. "I confess I find their almost wilful indifference to the silver screen amusing. Rather too bourgeois for them, I fear."
Parks nods. "Spose so." He takes a last puff and drops what's left of his fag in a puddle. "Ought to get back to work. Be seeing you."
"Mmm. Thankyou for the light."
"Anytime." He replies, nodding again in acknowledgement as he turns to leave.
A couple of hours later, Parks comes out for another fag, to see someone already standing there smoking. Lean, rangy, studied motions.
"Had to escape for a second time, did we?" Parks asks, pulling out a fag.
Novello looks up, slightly startled, before relaxing back into suave mode on the sight of the familiar face. "Actually, it's more fresh air than anything. Gets awfully stuffy."
"Amount of hot air that gets spoken in gatherings, I'm not surprised." Parks replies, striking a match against the wall before bringing it up to light his fag, shaking it to get rid of the flame once that's accomplished before flicking it out into the darkness of the gravel drive.
Tomorrow I go Speaker's Corner to mess around in Hyde Park for Dario's birthday.
