"He Woke Up, and the Room Was Bare..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

We saw the rest of Hamlet! It's--well. They sent us the wrong version, by mistake, which is why it seemed exactly like the version Miss Zara had already seen. Because it, you know, was.

But. All that aside.

Ohhhh, Horatio. He was perfect. He looked so tired and harassed all the time, and was always doing everything; and he was always there at everyone's side, Gertrude's, Ophelia's, Hamlet's--always bowed for the royalty, without taking his eyes off whomever was mad at the time. He also--I'm not sure if this makes him perfect to anyone but me <3--looked just almost exactly like Fred Astaire. He kept doing lots of little mannerisms that are utterly Fred Astaire's, too--the way he folded his arms, the way he shook his head, the way he wrinkled his forehead--really.

Hamlet touched him far more than was necessary. Also he wore a green sweater-vest. I've never seen anyone look so adorably worried to death in a green sweater-vest before. Keeee. And he--oh, I don't know. Perfect Horatio.

Hamlet, on the other hand, looked like a dork in fencing gloves. And ohhhh, he cheated that second touch on Laertes. One does not do that in fencing. It does, technically, count for a point, but it was still cheating to a degree; and Laertes should have lost the point through disqualification, for turning his back, not through getting struck. The only way someone is supposed to get a point on one's back is by flicking.

...Er.

Also as Hamlet was dying he kept falling and clinging to Horatio, over and over--he'd get up, and then his knees would give again, and Horatio would catch him--

(during heart's core, Hamlet touched his cheek and leaned forward half, as though he were going to kiss him)

Oh, I started crying when Polonius was killed. I don't mind blood, I don't mind wounds, I want to be a doctor, but oh. I hate it when things are killed, and I hate it when things are killed like that. And he was bleeding all over the floor, and it was pooling, and Gertrude tried to wash it up, and it was all over her hands--and then Hamlet, all over his shirt and his hands and a bit on his face by his mouth; and he spread it on Claudius by kissing him, and--oh. I-- oh. Oh.

Poor Laertes.

...Oh, and Fortinbras was neeeeeat. Also he presumably had a no-smoking policy in his army. ^____~ Because he made his captain put out his cigarette. Hee. And he has a wonderful beard, and such a taken-charge manner when he came in at the end.

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern looked positively backwards; but Guildenstern was angry when Hamlet was being mad after the play, and he was angry. And when Hamlet insisted he play the pipe. I don't remember when it was I saw Guildenstern almost cry when Hamlet did that...

Oh. It was good. It really was.

And Horatio...!

Comments

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

XD XD but this feeling isn't purely mental! for heaven rest us -- i'm not asbestos -- !

*snuggles our poor confused danes* (or somewhat manipulative -- 'my lord, you once did love me -- so you should tell me all the incriminating details of your personal life so the king and queen can thank me and give me shiny things.' --the bit about shiny things is on, but --)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

and that's why I won't dance! why should I? This is dreadful, Lady.

(...I occasionally forget how very thoroughly I adore you, but then you always remind me so very quickly...! Yes.)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

i won't dance! how could i? -- dreadfully dreadful, miss.

(can't imagine why. XP ... does that mean we get more shiny things? ...)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I won't dance, merci beaucoup--! my heart won't let my feet do things they should do-- But can you imagine Horatio singing this? Good Lord.

(...Shiny things in musicboxsful, Miss.)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

i know that music leads the way to romance ... so if i hold you in arms ... i won't dance. ... yes, yes i can, and it's dreadfully dreadfully dreadful. but (cutely cutely) cute! XD

(<3 ... you're just enabling us, you know. for shame, miss soujin -- at least 'til we've sent you something nice first.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That is sadly, sadly true. And sadly, so can I. <3 He looks rather adorable, too, in a terriblyworried sort of way. Alas...!

(...I am not an enabler, in much the same way I am not a liar or a flatterer. I am, however, utterly short of boxes. I am considering simply buying some. -- and there's no need to send me anything!)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ooh, the dear. *pets worried!astaire!horatio* ... but at least he's stylish. give your mental image a top hat, too. :3

(there's a need to send you everything -- it's called love, you know.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

He quite was. *loveshim* ...There's that. He absolutely reeks with class. ^_~ Top hat, white tie, and tails!

(...Oh, hush. This can't be love.)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*goes back to want want wanting this version of hamlet* -- and green velvet -- ! -- no, i suppose that wouldn't go, would it.

(... this is too sweet to be love ...)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*woes! and would we could send it to thee, but unfortunately that's not likely. sigh!* --no quite. Not the right metre, you know. And I'm sure I don't know what you'd rhyme it with.

(This can't be love, because I feel so well!)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*pines tragically, and adds it to her list of things she cannot die until she gets a hold of* -- but it's the velvet twist that really drives you insa -- no, never mind.

(but still I love to look in your eyes ... ?)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*frets on thy behalf* --Miss Kylee, stop slaying me. It is most bad manners.

(My heart does not stand still...!)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*needs no fretting, good lady -- life will be so much more worth the living* -- i could make some sort of 'sure, that's what ros said to hamlet' joke here but that would be in very bad taste, i'm sure.

(just hear it beat! this is too sweet to be love ...)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*my life is all about the fretting, though, miss* -- I'm afraid it would be, you know. Awful taste.

(;______; O, it's no use the song. I love you.)