[Anti-OTP: Phlegethon/Hamlet. ...]

[riveroffire]

*for one Phlegethon Hades, destroyer of worlds, sanity comes and goes, and he just happens to be having something of a down period

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[thanitohercules]

*if you'll looking for sanity, you're surely not going to find it here--*

*that aside, pacing near this conveniently-placed wall would be a conveniently-placed Prince of Denmark, brooding, wearing all black and a frown; at the spark of the lighter, he looks up, attention drawn* *quietly, near to himself* See I some charm?

[riveroffire]

*sanity? what's that?*

*supposes he may as well acknowledge the newcomer, if only because a stranger might always be someone to manipulate and hence to put to use* Depends what you mean by charm. People have called me charming in a slightly insane way. The lighter's the cheapest one I have, anyway; got it at the local drugstore.

[thanitohercules]

*trails a bit closer, still looking at the lighter and the cigarette* Nay, sir. Not charm of yours, save that you do have't. What is this that brings forth a fire?

[riveroffire]

*doesn't answer for a moment, instead taking a slow drag and exhaling the smoke at Hamlet* This? Is a cigarette. And this -- *holds up the lighter and clicks it a few times* This is a lighter. Miracle-worker. *slight grin*

[thanitohercules]

*manages not to jump back at the fire coming from the little box ;____; -- leave the Elizabethan alone* Ah! Miracle, in faith, indeed. Most curious.

[riveroffire]

*looks amused more than anything, and exhales another thin stream of smoke at Hamlet* Curious? Sure. Where are you from, that you don't know what a lighter is, anyway?

[thanitohercules]

*a little bow of greeting* I am of Denmark.

[riveroffire]

*quirks an eyebrow* Denmark, mm? Charmed. Phlegethon Hades, usually of England.

[thanitohercules]

*he doesn't wince a little at the mention of England, no, why do you ask?* Hamlet.

[riveroffire]

*files this little not-wince away in his memory* *-- and grins* Hamlet. I've heard of you. Looking strangely lively, aren't you?

[thanitohercules]

*only a little bit darkly* What means you by this?

[riveroffire]

*more cheerfully than the occasion requires* You're dead, yes? Or you were dead. Not that I don't understand returning from the dead. I've done it seven times, myself.

[thanitohercules]

Ay, I was. *--there is only a slight emphasis there, but it is noticible* The good Lord hath granted me return.