so this is like, the most delayed-in-fuck-all comment in the history of time and I'm kind of a shitty and self-centered friend. I am hope hoping that finals went ok and you're having an awesome break. also no real comment from me on arty things because I know nothing and have no talent, so I can't really say anything. but. um. I REMEMBER THAT PASSAGE, FOR THE RECORD.
um. as an offering toward the alter of my failure, I offer you ros/guil drabble number one. other will be on facebook message because of word count and also. NOT posted on my journal because I messed up the html somehow. so prepare yourself for tackiness.
The two of them are meandering through the forest, heading towards Elsinore.
At least, they're reasonably sure they are.
"Guildenstern?"
He heaves a rather over-dramatic sigh before replying, "Yes, Rosencrantz?"
"We're going to visit Hamlet, yes?"
"Right."
"And Hamlet lives at Elsinore, in the north?"
"Yes."
"...I think we're going east."
Guildenstern visibly tenses, and if it were possible for one to hear his actual thoughts, they would hear him counting backwards from ten. Slowly.
He gets to seven.
"ANY FOOL WOULD BE ABLE TO TELL THAT WE ARE GOING NORTH. IT IS ALREADY PAST NOON, AND THE SUN LIES TO OUR LEFT. FURTHERMORE, IF YOU WERE TO CHECK THE DIRECTION OF THE WIND..."
He trails off as he realizes Rosencrantz is just standing there, smiling benignly at him.
"...What?"
Rosencrantz walks over towards him, still smiling, and cups his cheek with his hand. He leans in, and kisses him softly on the side of his mouth.
Pulling away, he whispers, "You're so cute when you're angry."
Guildenstern blushes as he watches Rosencrantz almost skip away - directly towards the north.
*hugs* That probably only made everything worse. D:
....that is the most beautiful comment that I have ever gotten, ever. O_O YOU'RE SO CUTE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY *writhes in agony and now wishes I had ros & guil plushies to huggle...oh lord..* THE NORTH THE NORTH THE NORTH :DDD ohh god that was so creative n cute :3 *bubbles* izzokiiii emilllyyy you so totally don't fail *feels you love cakes* kt's finals went just fine, and her grades are in the acceptable range... (but still a lil upset at the B+'s in humcore, BUT Y'KNOW) that story made everything better em em :]
um. as an offering toward the alter of my failure, I offer you ros/guil drabble number one. other will be on facebook message because of word count and also. NOT posted on my journal because I messed up the html somehow. so prepare yourself for tackiness.
The two of them are meandering through the forest, heading towards Elsinore.
At least, they're reasonably sure they are.
"Guildenstern?"
He heaves a rather over-dramatic sigh before replying, "Yes, Rosencrantz?"
"We're going to visit Hamlet, yes?"
"Right."
"And Hamlet lives at Elsinore, in the north?"
"Yes."
"...I think we're going east."
Guildenstern visibly tenses, and if it were possible for one to hear his actual thoughts, they would hear him counting backwards from ten. Slowly.
He gets to seven.
"ANY FOOL WOULD BE ABLE TO TELL THAT WE ARE GOING NORTH. IT IS ALREADY PAST NOON, AND THE SUN LIES TO OUR LEFT. FURTHERMORE, IF YOU WERE TO CHECK THE DIRECTION OF THE WIND..."
He trails off as he realizes Rosencrantz is just standing there, smiling benignly at him.
"...What?"
Rosencrantz walks over towards him, still smiling, and cups his cheek with his hand. He leans in, and kisses him softly on the side of his mouth.
Pulling away, he whispers, "You're so cute when you're angry."
Guildenstern blushes as he watches Rosencrantz almost skip away - directly towards the north.
*hugs* That probably only made everything worse. D:
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izzokiiii emilllyyy you so totally don't fail *feels you love cakes* kt's finals went just fine, and her grades are in the acceptable range... (but still a lil upset at the B+'s in humcore, BUT Y'KNOW)
that story made everything better em em :]
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