The Rest Is Silence [1/4]
anonymous
May 8 2010, 08:52:28 UTC
There was a storm that night, like many of those that preceded it in these long, terrible years. Denmark mourned the death of its king, and what a noble he had been, brave and eloquent and just. The earth was moist with tears that fell from rain clouds. His sorrow was as grey as the skies, but he held intact his dignity for he was a great kingdom. Lords come and go. He would not allow himself to disintegrate over the one. He stood on the topmost of the castle’s keep, black mantle protecting him from the chill of the rain
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The Rest Is Silence [2/4]
anonymous
May 8 2010, 08:53:23 UTC
As tradition normally went, Denmark would have introduced himself to his new lord and king the night of his coronation, but as the fates would have it, even prior to his little meeting with his previous king, he had decided to delay the introduction a little more just to see what would happen. He’d had a strong premonition that the power of the House would shift from the first night of mourning. There was no point in premature relationships. He wanted to sit back and watch a little more
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The Rest Is Silence [3/4]
anonymous
May 8 2010, 08:54:42 UTC
There were no coincidences in the thread of fate, taught the holy book. Denmark knew it so, because he had been the one to sit with Hamlet and read the verses to him so that he would remember them. He had done it kings of the past. He knew the words like they had been painted into his mind. For all his mischief, Denmark was no brigand. He was still a nation, and he had the ethos of his people in his thoughts constantly. He did not serve the House of Denmark, but he taught it to serve the good land and all the people who tilled it with their bare hands. He guided the hands of the kings. And when they did not rise for their subjects, he refused to catch them as they fell from power. He refused to interfere, and for good reason
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The Rest Is Silence [4/5]
anonymous
May 8 2010, 08:56:45 UTC
He had seen sorrow before. It had a shape, a colour, a taste. It was as much a plague as it was a feeling. And in it, he had seen men drown. Countless men
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The Rest Is Silence [5/5]
anonymous
May 8 2010, 08:58:02 UTC
“Beg,” he ordered with a strained voice, grinding into wanton hips.
“More,” Hamlet gasped, clutching to Denmark and letting out another moan when Denmark drove into him. Drove again, and again.
His breaths were shaky, eyes barely open now, and the smell of salt and wine overpowered him as he rolled his hips into Hamlet’s, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing sharply in the stillness of the chapel. Hamlet was tight and hot and on the brink of despair, brimming with emotions he couldn’t contain, and Denmark was more than willing to suck away the nectar of youthful enthusiasm from his prince to grant him clarity.
It was a beautiful excuse.
He licked his lips again, leaning back and pushing Hamlet’s thighs to his body so he thrust in deeper. The sensations were overwhelming and good. He barely heard Hamlet’s moan, the scream for a name he may or may not have recognised, and as Hamlet orgasmed and lay spent beneath him, Denmark kept thrusting into him, into the tightening ring of muscle that pulled him in and clutched at him, and
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Re: The Rest Is Silence [5/5]
anonymous
May 8 2010, 09:07:27 UTC
Anon, I think I'm in love with you. Seriously, you've blended the lyricism of Shakespeare with Denmark's jaunty (and somewhat morbid) sense of humour. ;∀; I'm so pleased with the way this turned out!
And don't worry about the effects of 4AM. It's 5 where I am. I'm über happy with this, and I'm going to have to reread it again when I'm more coherent. XD I'll fangirl some more then.
Re: The Rest Is Silence [5/5]
anonymous
May 9 2010, 04:10:34 UTC
Anon, this was just amazing. The way you wrote both Denmark and Hamlet was so accurate, so perfect. I can't find words to praise this enough - let me just say that I loved this story a great deal.
I believe I'm going to pimp this when I will be able to express my appreciation in a more coherent way.
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“More,” Hamlet gasped, clutching to Denmark and letting out another moan when Denmark drove into him. Drove again, and again.
His breaths were shaky, eyes barely open now, and the smell of salt and wine overpowered him as he rolled his hips into Hamlet’s, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing sharply in the stillness of the chapel. Hamlet was tight and hot and on the brink of despair, brimming with emotions he couldn’t contain, and Denmark was more than willing to suck away the nectar of youthful enthusiasm from his prince to grant him clarity.
It was a beautiful excuse.
He licked his lips again, leaning back and pushing Hamlet’s thighs to his body so he thrust in deeper. The sensations were overwhelming and good. He barely heard Hamlet’s moan, the scream for a name he may or may not have recognised, and as Hamlet orgasmed and lay spent beneath him, Denmark kept thrusting into him, into the tightening ring of muscle that pulled him in and clutched at him, and ( ... )
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And don't worry about the effects of 4AM. It's 5 where I am. I'm über happy with this, and I'm going to have to reread it again when I'm more coherent. XD I'll fangirl some more then.
Fantastic job~
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ALL MY SOULS ARE BELONG TO YOU.
PLZ TAKE THEM.
I ASSURE YOU THEY ARE TASTY AND NUTRITIOUS.
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reCAPTCHA says "mouths' screams", just found that kind of amusing.
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I believe I'm going to pimp this when I will be able to express my appreciation in a more coherent way.
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ShakespeareNerd!anon loves you to pieces for this and humbly offers you her soul.
Much love <33
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