He shows the Prince his vestments, long and black, and the white robe over. The Prince doesn't seem to understand what it means truly, not past joking half-heartedly about the future tonsure.
"But," he says suddenly, "an thou'rt a priest, I may never more kiss thee."
And Horatio realises the Prince does understand, and that he was never meant to be more than a courtier, himself.
When Orsino got back from the Lady Olivia's that night, he stumbled wearily into his room and bade Valentine attend him. "Thou hast not forgot our Cesario, Valentine?"
"Forgot! Why, was he not here but this morning, my Lord?"
"Thou wouldst do best to forget. The lad is but a girl, a maid."
Valentine widened his eyes in horror. "Had you but known, my Lord! What a knavish falsehood to play you!"
"Ay, ist not? Sit by me here. Thou dost know well I sought the Lady Olivia's favour that I might have cause to interview young men to entreat her, to find one suitable for my favour. And thought I well I had, and yet--!" Orsino made a noise of woe.
WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME WRITING THESE THINGS? IF YOU DON'T WANT THEM, YOU SHOULDN'T ASK...!
He catches the courtier (name, there's no name, what name, has he forgotten a name, and a name, and a name) running his fingers (whose fingers) over a length of lace that looks like something, and smiles, upside down ish. The somebody looks back a little backwards, and Hamlet touch-finger-kiss-touches his face (once, twice, when). He doesn't know where his (Horatio) is. He needs to touch-finger-touch-touch-kiss (have) something solid.
Orsino, this is that Antonio That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.
it's not something well-behaved young ladies should aspire to -- he's a lunatic, you know -- ! or rather he's a werewolf. or rather he's both, and he quoted hamlet a lot. (that's how you know he's crazy.)
ooooh. ^___^ i can't wait to read about him, then.
(Yay! And aaaaw. - I figure he has an older sister, cause women got married younger and so then the timing would work better for him to have a nephew old enough to be in a pirate fight. Or he has a much-older brother. A dead much-older brother, cause otherwise his brother would be Duke. Oo, unless their father was king of somewhere, and as a younger son, Orsino just got a dukedom...? Hm.)
Valentine: I am now very well, and you? *is probably grinning like an idiot*
(I think about this way too much. *g* Someday! First I have to figure out how to resolve the AU. :P And finish Five Things That Never Happened In Illyria. And the Olivia's father/Feste thing. And my-production!fic, set in the 1920's, with Valentine/Curio femslash and Sir Toby being nice to Sir Andrew and the Wooing Position and people saying things like, "By my troth, thou art the knees of a bee!" And all those other ones that I planned but never wrote...
Valentine: *tries very hard to look innocent, and totally fails* Fooling, madam?
(Way too many. And for the AU, at this point I'm ready to bring in a total deus ex machina - "Hi! I'm Cesario of Messaline, long-lost male triplet of Sebastian and Viola, and I've spent the last seven years trying to swim to shore! There wouldn't happen to be an insane, marriageable countess here, would there?"
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Date: 2006-03-28 11:28 pm (UTC)"But," he says suddenly, "an thou'rt a priest, I may never more kiss thee."
And Horatio realises the Prince does understand, and that he was never meant to be more than a courtier, himself.
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Date: 2006-03-29 01:36 am (UTC)...
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Valentine/Orsino, girl.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:05 am (UTC)...
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When Orsino got back from the Lady Olivia's that night, he stumbled wearily into his room and bade Valentine attend him. "Thou hast not forgot our Cesario, Valentine?"
"Forgot! Why, was he not here but this morning, my Lord?"
"Thou wouldst do best to forget. The lad is but a girl, a maid."
Valentine widened his eyes in horror. "Had you but known, my Lord! What a knavish falsehood to play you!"
"Ay, ist not? Sit by me here. Thou dost know well I sought the Lady Olivia's favour that I might have cause to interview young men to entreat her, to find one suitable for my favour. And thought I well I had, and yet--!" Orsino made a noise of woe.
"Alas...!"
"What have I now, Valentine?"
"You have me," he said hopefully.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:10 am (UTC)Hamlet/Osric, lace.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:45 am (UTC)He catches the courtier (name, there's no name, what name, has he forgotten a name, and a name, and a name) running his fingers (whose fingers) over a length of lace that looks like something, and smiles, upside down ish. The somebody looks back a little backwards, and Hamlet touch-finger-kiss-touches his face (once, twice, when). He doesn't know where his (Horatio) is. He needs to touch-finger-touch-touch-kiss (have) something solid.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:58 am (UTC)...
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Antonio/Titus.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:03 am (UTC)*runs away*
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...Zara, I dreamt up a demon and I /love him/ and I desperately want to play him on DF, but I caaaaaaaan't because I dreamt him. XD
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:04 am (UTC)...
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So it's like Carlotta, then. XD We should start a club.
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Can we? XD DesperateCrackdreams? --I think his name is Oraios, but he won't chose between that and Aspros.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:13 am (UTC)That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
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...XD XD XD Aw.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:30 am (UTC)...
...Okay, fine, to-morrow.
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...We think Oraios. It means 'prettiest', and since his Sin is Vanity, that's rather fitting.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:36 am (UTC)...
...Just like Lucifer's. :D :D :D ...shut up, Beelzebub.
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Date: 2006-03-29 05:05 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-30 03:39 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-03-30 03:43 am (UTC)i like your dream!demon, though. he sounds so silly and vain, like fluff and angel feathers. :D
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Date: 2006-03-30 07:17 pm (UTC)His name is definitely Oraios at this point. He is. I'm writing about him. *facepalm*
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Date: 2006-03-31 01:37 am (UTC)ooooh. ^___^ i can't wait to read about him, then.
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Date: 2006-03-29 06:18 am (UTC)(And what's wrong with Antonio/Titus, huh? *g* Someday, I'll write about Titus... or at least about Orsino's sibling...)
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Date: 2006-03-30 07:28 pm (UTC)(Nothing! I wrote it! ooooooooh.)
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Date: 2006-03-30 08:59 pm (UTC)(Yay! And aaaaw. - I figure he has an older sister, cause women got married younger and so then the timing would work better for him to have a nephew old enough to be in a pirate fight. Or he has a much-older brother. A dead much-older brother, cause otherwise his brother would be Duke. Oo, unless their father was king of somewhere, and as a younger son, Orsino just got a dukedom...? Hm.)
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Date: 2006-04-06 05:05 pm (UTC)(^___^ -- Ohhhhh. That works, and--eeee. You know, you think about this too much, and I'm so thrilled you do. WRITE IT.)
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Date: 2006-04-06 08:20 pm (UTC)(I think about this way too much. *g* Someday! First I have to figure out how to resolve the AU. :P And finish Five Things That Never Happened In Illyria. And the Olivia's father/Feste thing. And my-production!fic, set in the 1920's, with Valentine/Curio femslash and Sir Toby being nice to Sir Andrew and the Wooing Position and people saying things like, "By my troth, thou art the knees of a bee!" And all those other ones that I planned but never wrote...
...and heeeeey, did you ever finish Kit? *g*)
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Date: 2006-04-07 12:19 am (UTC)(I know. XD Eeeeeeeeee. There are too many things you have to finish, and--
NO.)
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Date: 2006-04-07 03:11 am (UTC)(Way too many. And for the AU, at this point I'm ready to bring in a total deus ex machina - "Hi! I'm Cesario of Messaline, long-lost male triplet of Sebastian and Viola, and I've spent the last seven years trying to swim to shore! There wouldn't happen to be an insane, marriageable countess here, would there?"
Aw, okay.)
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Date: 2006-04-11 01:55 pm (UTC)(...THAT WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY THE PERFECT ENDING. XD XD XD XD OH, GOD.
:P)
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