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porter_inc) wrote2006-10-18 05:44 pm
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Entry tags:
100moods prompt: Frustrated
Title: Judge Not
Word Count: 1136
Rating: PG-13
Notes: The opinions expressed in this bit of fiction are the pup's and only reflect the mun's feelings as much as the opinons of the pups tearing Orli a new asshole reflect their muns' true feelings. Which is not at all, right? :-) *kisses*
Summary: Will and his mom have a late night talk about the trouble Orlando's having.
"Sweetie, why are you up?"
Will looked up from the magazine he was reading when his mother walked into the kitchen.
"Couldn't sleep. Why are you up?"
She smiled. "Couldn't sleep. I thought I'd come down and make some cocoa. Would you like some?"
"Sure," Will nodded, "thanks."
Inez got out a small pot and went to the fridge to get some milk. "Are you sure this is all worth it?" she asked as she opened the jug.
Will almost asked what she was talking about, but he knew exactly what she was getting at.
"Yes, I do. I've been reviled before," he added with a rueful smile. "Talia's friends stopped just short of spitting at me whenever they saw me on the street after she told them what I did. This," he tapped the magazine in front of him, "is nothing."
"I don't think anyone hates you, sweetie," she said softly, pouring milk into the pot and turning on the burner. "I think they hate him."
"He has a name, Mom," Will frowned. "And if they hate him they might as well hate me. I can't help feeling as if this is all my fault. If we hadn't met, he'd be alone and everyone would be happy."
"And you'd still be with that monster in Seattle," Inez frowned.
"Yeah, well, trust me when I say that anything I was dealing with has no bearing on any of this. According to the critics, he should be gnashing his teeth, beating his chest and pulling out his hair while he wails in unadulterated grief." He shoved the magazine away and rubbed at his eyes. "Apparently, wanting to be with somebody and grieving are mutually exclusive."
Inez hesitated a little, then said, "It does look bad, honey."
Will looked up sharply, eyes narrowed. "What looks bad?"
She shrugged and looked at the milk on the stove. "Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"Well, sweetie, some of my friends and I were talking about this at our last book club meeting, and--"
"Why?"
"Because my son is involved in a scandal," Inez said quickly. "That doesn't happen every day, you know."
Will sighed and put his head down on the table. "Jesus Christ, give me strength."
"Leave Jesus out of this, sweetie," Inez said, gently scolding him. "But we were saying that we didn't think any of us could start dating so quickly after losing a spouse and a child."
"Et tu, Mom?"
"Honey..."
Raising his head, Will crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Mom, I love you, so what I'm about to say is not meant to hurt you in any way. But you don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"William!"
"No, hear me out," Will grinned at her. "Do you remember when Talia miscarried? After she told me, I went shopping for a new tennis racket, some new running shoes and a shitload of exercise equipment. I came home and told Talia about it and she didn't talk to me for the rest of the day."
"Honey, that's different. You didn't think she was ever pregnant."
Will shook his head. "At the time, I thought she had been. When she told me she'd lost the baby, I realized that I did actually want it, and it tore me up that it was gone. I don't know why I went shopping, but it was the way I wanted to deal with it. Talia sobbed for a week straight, I went to Big 5 and racked up one hell of a credit card bill. On the outside, it looked like I didn't give a shit, but no one knows what I was feeling on the inside."
"I'm not sure that's the same thing, baby," Inez said, shaking her head.
"Mom, you remodeled Dad's office less than a month after he died. You threw out everything and made it into a hobby room."
"Honey, you know your father wouldn't have cared..."
"Yes, but no one else knew that. His friends thought you were a cold bitch for doing it. It's all about appearances, Mom. Appearances and people thinking it's their business what you do. The last time I looked, the only one who's allowed to judge anyone is God. Somehow, all these fucks going around condemning Orli for what he's done seem to think they're better than God. They're no better than the bastards who preach death to all fags and who want to take away a woman's right to choose. They're all judging someone else's behavior, and I hope they all burn in hell for it."
"He didn't mean that, Lord," Inez said, quickly making the sign of the cross and kissing the little gold cross around her neck.
"I did, Mom," Will said firmly. "It's easy to sit back and feel high and mighty when there's an easy target in your sights. But you know what? People like that who are busy judging someone's actions in hurtful, spiteful ways are only doing it so no one can turn around and point a finger at them. Well, I'm pointing a finger at them, Mom. I'm calling them out as the cowards and pieces of shit they are. Being a cruel son of a bitch is easy. Understanding is hard."
Inez stared at him until the scrutiny made him blush and lower his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mom..."
"Honey, where did you learn to speak like that?"
"I know you don't like me swearing..."
"No, that's not what I mean," she said with a small smile. "I don't think I've ever heard you speak so passionately about something before."
"Oh," Will said, grinning in surprise. "I guess this is important to me. The folks coming down on Orli are the same types who think they're better than everyone else. I've never understood people who look down their noses at others. Plus, it's your fault."
"My fault?"
"Yeah," Will chuckled. "You always told me that people with real class never make anyone feel unworthy; that putting people down is either a sign of bad breeding, egomania, or both. I remember looking up the word 'egomania' the first time you told me that."
"Oh, well in that case..." Inez smiled again and got the cocoa powder out of the cupboard. "I'm pleased that you've turned out to be such a sweet, sensitive, understanding man, and if I had anything to do with it, I'm even happier. And perhaps now I can see your point."
"Aww, thanks, Mom," Will said, getting up and going over to Inez to give her a hug.
"Just one thing, honey," Inez said, hugging him back.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you ever swear that way in front of me again." She smiled at the look on his face, then gave his cheek a pat. "Ready for some cocoa?"
Word Count: 1136
Rating: PG-13
Notes: The opinions expressed in this bit of fiction are the pup's and only reflect the mun's feelings as much as the opinons of the pups tearing Orli a new asshole reflect their muns' true feelings. Which is not at all, right? :-) *kisses*
Summary: Will and his mom have a late night talk about the trouble Orlando's having.
"Sweetie, why are you up?"
Will looked up from the magazine he was reading when his mother walked into the kitchen.
"Couldn't sleep. Why are you up?"
She smiled. "Couldn't sleep. I thought I'd come down and make some cocoa. Would you like some?"
"Sure," Will nodded, "thanks."
Inez got out a small pot and went to the fridge to get some milk. "Are you sure this is all worth it?" she asked as she opened the jug.
Will almost asked what she was talking about, but he knew exactly what she was getting at.
"Yes, I do. I've been reviled before," he added with a rueful smile. "Talia's friends stopped just short of spitting at me whenever they saw me on the street after she told them what I did. This," he tapped the magazine in front of him, "is nothing."
"I don't think anyone hates you, sweetie," she said softly, pouring milk into the pot and turning on the burner. "I think they hate him."
"He has a name, Mom," Will frowned. "And if they hate him they might as well hate me. I can't help feeling as if this is all my fault. If we hadn't met, he'd be alone and everyone would be happy."
"And you'd still be with that monster in Seattle," Inez frowned.
"Yeah, well, trust me when I say that anything I was dealing with has no bearing on any of this. According to the critics, he should be gnashing his teeth, beating his chest and pulling out his hair while he wails in unadulterated grief." He shoved the magazine away and rubbed at his eyes. "Apparently, wanting to be with somebody and grieving are mutually exclusive."
Inez hesitated a little, then said, "It does look bad, honey."
Will looked up sharply, eyes narrowed. "What looks bad?"
She shrugged and looked at the milk on the stove. "Nothing."
"No, tell me."
"Well, sweetie, some of my friends and I were talking about this at our last book club meeting, and--"
"Why?"
"Because my son is involved in a scandal," Inez said quickly. "That doesn't happen every day, you know."
Will sighed and put his head down on the table. "Jesus Christ, give me strength."
"Leave Jesus out of this, sweetie," Inez said, gently scolding him. "But we were saying that we didn't think any of us could start dating so quickly after losing a spouse and a child."
"Et tu, Mom?"
"Honey..."
Raising his head, Will crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Mom, I love you, so what I'm about to say is not meant to hurt you in any way. But you don't know what the hell you're talking about."
"William!"
"No, hear me out," Will grinned at her. "Do you remember when Talia miscarried? After she told me, I went shopping for a new tennis racket, some new running shoes and a shitload of exercise equipment. I came home and told Talia about it and she didn't talk to me for the rest of the day."
"Honey, that's different. You didn't think she was ever pregnant."
Will shook his head. "At the time, I thought she had been. When she told me she'd lost the baby, I realized that I did actually want it, and it tore me up that it was gone. I don't know why I went shopping, but it was the way I wanted to deal with it. Talia sobbed for a week straight, I went to Big 5 and racked up one hell of a credit card bill. On the outside, it looked like I didn't give a shit, but no one knows what I was feeling on the inside."
"I'm not sure that's the same thing, baby," Inez said, shaking her head.
"Mom, you remodeled Dad's office less than a month after he died. You threw out everything and made it into a hobby room."
"Honey, you know your father wouldn't have cared..."
"Yes, but no one else knew that. His friends thought you were a cold bitch for doing it. It's all about appearances, Mom. Appearances and people thinking it's their business what you do. The last time I looked, the only one who's allowed to judge anyone is God. Somehow, all these fucks going around condemning Orli for what he's done seem to think they're better than God. They're no better than the bastards who preach death to all fags and who want to take away a woman's right to choose. They're all judging someone else's behavior, and I hope they all burn in hell for it."
"He didn't mean that, Lord," Inez said, quickly making the sign of the cross and kissing the little gold cross around her neck.
"I did, Mom," Will said firmly. "It's easy to sit back and feel high and mighty when there's an easy target in your sights. But you know what? People like that who are busy judging someone's actions in hurtful, spiteful ways are only doing it so no one can turn around and point a finger at them. Well, I'm pointing a finger at them, Mom. I'm calling them out as the cowards and pieces of shit they are. Being a cruel son of a bitch is easy. Understanding is hard."
Inez stared at him until the scrutiny made him blush and lower his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mom..."
"Honey, where did you learn to speak like that?"
"I know you don't like me swearing..."
"No, that's not what I mean," she said with a small smile. "I don't think I've ever heard you speak so passionately about something before."
"Oh," Will said, grinning in surprise. "I guess this is important to me. The folks coming down on Orli are the same types who think they're better than everyone else. I've never understood people who look down their noses at others. Plus, it's your fault."
"My fault?"
"Yeah," Will chuckled. "You always told me that people with real class never make anyone feel unworthy; that putting people down is either a sign of bad breeding, egomania, or both. I remember looking up the word 'egomania' the first time you told me that."
"Oh, well in that case..." Inez smiled again and got the cocoa powder out of the cupboard. "I'm pleased that you've turned out to be such a sweet, sensitive, understanding man, and if I had anything to do with it, I'm even happier. And perhaps now I can see your point."
"Aww, thanks, Mom," Will said, getting up and going over to Inez to give her a hug.
"Just one thing, honey," Inez said, hugging him back.
"Yeah?"
"Don't you ever swear that way in front of me again." She smiled at the look on his face, then gave his cheek a pat. "Ready for some cocoa?"
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Anyway, I'll do it here, too. Just because. ;)
I loved this fic. Seriously, so much love. ♥
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:-) But thanks again, soooooooo much!!
*hugs*
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♥! *hugs*
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