A plea

[hunt_theheart]

*tacked to the message board, a very clearly-written note in somewhat flourishing script; the circumstance, his lingering curse (note to Curio: never eat multiples of any crackplotted food again)*

To sorcerors, magicians, wizards--all

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[ihatehamlet]

*peers at the note, then looks around for Curio with a grin* Hast thou recovered thy song, good sir?

[hunt_theheart]

*terribly pleased to see him--beams* My song, my sense--indeed, regained myself, an speech offendeth not thy gentle ears. For thee, I would dig silence free again, and bury this fine voice beneath a stone.

[ihatehamlet]

*beams back* It doth not offend, for thy voice is as fine as thy face.

[hunt_theheart]

*forgive him, he's terribly overjoyed to have his voice back and needs to prove to himself that Laertes isn't dead--so here, Laertes; have a kiss--*

[ihatehamlet]

*ooh, kisses! We like those, so we'll be kissing back even if he is technically dead in canon, so is Hamlet! So there.*

[hunt_theheart]

*just tried to wrap his head around this with Valentine, but pardon the comedy character for not being quite able to comprehend. Pulls back, his hands still caught at Laertes's waist and a satisfied grin across his face* We did not fence, when last we were engaged.

[ihatehamlet]

*we'll forgive him because he's made of awesome.isn't planning on pulling away any time soon* *innocently* Did we not?

[hunt_theheart]

*content like that, though, so may lean against Laertes's shoulder* *less innocently* I did learn much, once we had dropt our blades.

[ihatehamlet]

*laughs* Didst thou?

[hunt_theheart]

*touches his cheek lightly* Thy laugh, thy shape, thy touch upon my hand; an education for the Greeks to envy, far better than some dry Platonic school. Thy tutelage surpasses Legend's scope, infringing even on the realm of Fact. *grins, and strokes the bone of his cheek* And if you teach the foil as the face, which I have learned to map with easy skill, I'd never want for tutoring again.

[ihatehamlet]

*leans in and kisses him, smiling* O, fear not. I shall teach thee marvelous well, an thou wilt have me.

[hunt_theheart]

And I will have thee. *no qualifier, no suggestion of conditions or terms* Teach me, then, thyself? Thy favorite haunts, thy history and dreams, the hopes thou lovest best among the host--

[ihatehamlet]

*grins* Ay, I shall teach thee all of 't -- the whole of Laertes thou shalt know.

[hunt_theheart]

I would be glad to know it, gentle sir. *unabashed grinning--for the moment, is in love--*

[ihatehamlet]

And so thou wilt. *grins back, but now it's time for a nice deep kiss*

[hunt_theheart]

*entirely pleased with that--more uncomplicated this way, and Curio hates complications--*