Anti-OTP!

[pretty_sweeting]

Typist: To make this less of a mess, this post shall be for all Olivia's anti-OTP's. (Except for the Illyrian anti-OTPlay4.) So, Horatio, Orsino, Sebastian, Helena, Roxane, and Cyrano, have at 'er!

*lounges around in the garden, probably thinking about her rather insane love life, because really, what else does she think about?*

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[truant_horatio]

*comes upon her by mistake, because he shouldn't be here, probably, but he's finally decided to counter depression by going outside, omg--at any rate. makes a small, respectful bow, rather apologetically* Lady.

[pretty_sweeting]

*raises her eyebrows, then nods* Sir.

[truant_horatio]

*softly* Forgive my disturbance.

[pretty_sweeting]

*typist gets out the clue-by-four* 'Tis no disturbance, I was but startled. *curtsies politely* My name is Olivia, sir, and your own?

[truant_horatio]

*snickers* Horatio, please my Lady. *bows again, courtly*

[pretty_sweeting]

*smiles* Horatio. Do you oft walk here? *...that was so not meant to be a sketchy Elizabethan pick-up line, really*

[silverdragon262]

So what's a courtier like you doing in a garden like this? ... ...

[bewareofitalics]

Oh, nothing. ...*coughs*

[truant_horatio]

*softly* I should more oft knew I you would sit here, Lady. *...I wish I could say the same thing. Horatio, wtf*

[pretty_sweeting]

*hey, if she can break up the Gay Pirates Extraordinaire, she can make Horatio use sketchy pick-up lines (just not Passover ones, hopefully ;))* *up go the eyebrows again, but then, she is used to this sort of thing* Would you sit with me, then?

[truant_horatio]

*(...traumatised by the memories, that's me XD)* An it please you.

[pretty_sweeting]

*smiles and pats the bench* It doth, sir.

Typist: Whoops, somehow lost Olivia's threads in the shuffle. Sorry, Horatio and Sebastian!

[truant_horatio]

*sits beside her with a soft smile in return* Ah, I rejoice to hear so.

[pretty_sweeting]

*aw, he's cute* Tell me of yourself, sir. I have ne'er before seen you in the garden.

[truant_horatio]

*thinks she's pretty cute, too, eee* I am o' Denmark, my Lady, a courtier there o' the Danish King. Horatio is my name. What is yours, I pray you? Aught so fair cannot be nameless.

[pretty_sweeting]

*teasingly* I have told you already, good Horatio. Are you quite well?