Anti-OTP: Hamlet/Salome

[danceinblood]

*She sits, her veils spread out before her on the floor, stroking the fine fabric and thinking. She cannot recall the last time she danced, and there's a vague feeling of wrongness to the not-memory, so the Princess strokes her veils, as if troubled memory will be soothed by silk in her fingers*

Comments

[thanitohercules]

*when the prince stumbles upon her, perhaps he first notices the silk; he likes silk and before he went into mourning, much of his wardrobe was coloured silk-- but then again, perhaps he merely looks at the silk to avoid gazing at the barely-clad girl who tends to it*

*after a moment, awkwardly, politely* Good morrow.

[danceinblood]

*she glances up, with a small smile* My thanks. *and, not shyly (she hasn't much of shyness in her) but with a certain hesitance, she holds out one of the veils to him, to touch*

[thanitohercules]

*smiles a very little back* 'Tis--most fine, this. *runs his fingers across the silk, slowly, almost lovingly* My garments are sometime of it.

[danceinblood]

'Tis very fine. And fair, very fair.