Macbeth (ShakespeaRe-Told): Unclear (075: Shade)
Title: Unclear
Fandom: Macbeth (ShakespeaRe-Told version)
Characters: Joe Macbeth, Billy Banquo.
Prompt: Shade
Word Count: 312
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: The table for the ShakespeaRe-Told version of Macbeth is here.
He sits with his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands, regarding him in silence.
In the end, you have to make a choice. Do you love him, or are you afraid of him? Is he your friend, or your enemy?
Is there room for anything between? Is it possible to love a person and fear him at the same time, to love him and hate him and be terrified of him and want to protect him? Would he be able to kill him and whisper I love you in his ear as he dies? It is a ridiculous image, and he cannot suppress a private smirk. It is ridiculous that he should be laughing to himself at the idea of killing his friend. Something is broken inside him, broken and twisted and wrong, and he has the restaurant but was it worth it? He has the restaurant, but he is losing himself. Was it worth it? Would this be?
He looks at Billy, now, and he imagines what it would feel like to twine his fingers in his hair, but he does not know whether it would be as he kisses him or as he pulls his head back and presses a knife to his throat.
It seems insane that he should feel such conflict. People do not want to kill the ones they care about. His emotions cannot be so tangled, so confused - he cannot love Billy if he has to -
It is impossible. He swears that it is impossible, that he can’t - Billy is his friend, is one of the most important people in his world, he wouldn’t be able to - it’s not -
He looks at Billy, and Billy looks back at him, his smile a little rueful, a little uneasy.
In the end, you have to make a choice. Which is stronger: love or fear?
Fandom: Macbeth (ShakespeaRe-Told version)
Characters: Joe Macbeth, Billy Banquo.
Prompt: Shade
Word Count: 312
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: The table for the ShakespeaRe-Told version of Macbeth is here.
He sits with his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands, regarding him in silence.
In the end, you have to make a choice. Do you love him, or are you afraid of him? Is he your friend, or your enemy?
Is there room for anything between? Is it possible to love a person and fear him at the same time, to love him and hate him and be terrified of him and want to protect him? Would he be able to kill him and whisper I love you in his ear as he dies? It is a ridiculous image, and he cannot suppress a private smirk. It is ridiculous that he should be laughing to himself at the idea of killing his friend. Something is broken inside him, broken and twisted and wrong, and he has the restaurant but was it worth it? He has the restaurant, but he is losing himself. Was it worth it? Would this be?
He looks at Billy, now, and he imagines what it would feel like to twine his fingers in his hair, but he does not know whether it would be as he kisses him or as he pulls his head back and presses a knife to his throat.
It seems insane that he should feel such conflict. People do not want to kill the ones they care about. His emotions cannot be so tangled, so confused - he cannot love Billy if he has to -
It is impossible. He swears that it is impossible, that he can’t - Billy is his friend, is one of the most important people in his world, he wouldn’t be able to - it’s not -
He looks at Billy, and Billy looks back at him, his smile a little rueful, a little uneasy.
In the end, you have to make a choice. Which is stronger: love or fear?