Well, um, thanks to this crackplot, Hero is now an outgoing, outspoken, and rather, um, promiscuous young woman, and one who is lounging around in the Mansion gardens with her dress pulled up to her knees and her long and quite attractive legs draped over the edge of a fountain.

God have mercy on us.

*she's very proud of herself, in a shy, hopeful way. Don John might have noticed his missing jacket--and although it's taken her a week, she's managed to wash and mend it anywhere it needed with tiny, tiny little stitches (her father told her, once, that he loved her mother's stitches, that they were so small you could hardly see them). it's clean ( Read more... )

The girl who is at the moment a boy and yet is still fair Hero--she's practising her mending, because she's been being taught to mend, to be useful ( Read more... )

*is just going to cry. is going to curl up on on a couch somewhere in the Mansion, without even bothering to go back to her room, and put her head in her arms, and cry. the whole episode with Leander was emotionally draining, particularly to someone with so little understanding of herself and her emotions, and she is not a happy little creature ( Read more... )

*singing, shyly and halting, to herself--from here, in the loose shift and with her hair down, she might remind one of Ophelia in her madness*

This can only go wrong, can't it?

Ah, well, we may as well try; and that's why Hero is curled up asleep under one of the trees on the Mansion grounds. It's a beautiful summer day, and she certainly didn't mean to, but all the same, she has. Her white dress makes a splash on the green lawn, and her dark hair has fallen loosely about her face.

She's sewing, as she so often is--but to-day, silly girl, she's looking longingly out of her window. It would be wonderful to walk in the sun.

Hero, like the good girl she is, is sitting quietly in a little alcove, doing more needlework. She has little inkstains on her fingers, but secretly she's trying to hide those; she's really afraid Don John is upset with her for being too bold and unmaidenly, so she is trying to do the proper thing, follow the proper pursuits ( Read more... )

O! My Lord Don John-- *it's not right that she should call to him, is it, when he's the Prince's brother and she's just a little girl in a white dress? (and when she's not seen him in some time, and mightn't that be because of some offence she hadn't realised?)* O, forgive me but that-- that I did merely think to ask, how do you ( Read more... )

*I do not manage sustained creativity. go away...! except don't*

*here's Hero, getting hopelessly lost in the manor*