Anti-OTP: Laertes/Hamlet

[ihatehamlet]

*is currently fencing with his shadow, mainly because he needs the practise, but also because he's bored*

*so, yes, will keep fencing until someone bothers him*

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[thanitohercules]

*well, this is-- certainly conjuring up some memories they both would probably not have*

*at any rate, here's Hamlet standing in the doorway, watching, perhaps a little too deep in thought; he looks tired, somehow older than he is-- his eyes are dark and there are wrinkles pressed into his forehead*

[ihatehamlet]

*pauses when he sees another shadow and turns, lowering his sword so the tip is touching the ground*

--My lord. Art thou well?

[thanitohercules]

*the sword makes him nervous-- he can't help it, it's how he died-- but does not say so*

As ever, good Laertes. Dost thou fence with shadown men?

[ihatehamlet]

*sets the sword against the wall, carefully, and nods slightly*

Aye, I do. What brings you here?