f. scott fitzgerald (f_scott) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-06-15 13:58:00 |
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WHO: F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway
WHAT: Scott needs an opinion on something...
WHEN: Backdated to after Gatsby's tea party. I'll link when I can be bothered.
WHERE: Their apartment
WARNINGS: Partial nudity, accidental porn
STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
The meeting with Nick and Gatsby had been delightful and enlightening to say the very least. His boys! He had met his two greatest creations and they had been perfect. Nick had been perfect and Gatsby- Scott had loved Gatsby more than anything. Well, not more than Nick. And Nick adored Gatsby, that was clear. And the two of them were- well they were close. And Scott was pleased. The whole thing was dreadfully odd, but then there had been some very odd things in his past.
Still, they were his. And they were lovely. The best things he had ever created. But they were here now and they had their own lives and was he ever going to create anything as beautiful as them. And they didn't need him.
By the time he made it back to their apartment Scott had worked himself up into a complete tizzy. A tizzy of despair.
"Ernest?" he called as he stepped through the door, shrugging off his jacket and leaving his shoes in the hallway. "Are you here, old sport?"