waiting for guildenstern to come back, rosencrantz sits on the floor of their room in the attic, tongue pressed to the corner of his mouth as he draws in a pile of papers spread around him. each drawing looks, on its own, unremarkable, and the collection an utter waste of paper -- but he stacks them together, flips quickly through the corners. a ( Read more... )

Gentle socks pamper them by day, and shoes cobbled of leather fortify them but my toes hardly notice. All they're interested in is turning out toenails -- semitransparent, flexibile sheets of hornlike material, as a defense against -- whom? Brutish, distrustful as only they can be, my toes labor ceaselessly at manufacturing that frail armament. ( Read more... )

*it's getting autumnal, and ros can be found in the branches of a tree still green but with leaves looking yellow-red around the edges, where he's having a rapid and cheerful conversation about the seasons with a squirrel he's decided to call rosencrantz (there's no reason he can't be called rosencrantz, he reasoned, if he can be called ( Read more... )

rosencrantz has been out in the gardens, discovering how easy it is to pick blueberries right off the bush -- rolling one off a stem without even breaking it, collecting more in his hat, in his open palms. it isn't much, but it's a discovery, and his hands will be stained all over with blue ( Read more... )

rosy-née-rosencrantz is sitting out on the porch, swinging her legs and rustling her petticoats, making daisy chains with a spool of thread and a pile of paper flowers. they're tiny things, thinner than fingernails -- colors white and college-ruled blue -- and she presses her tongue to her lips as she spaces them, careful as she can not to crush ( Read more... )

*somewhere in the interim between one thread and the next, ros has acquired a picnic basket full of sweet fruit sandwiches -- he's already unwrapping one, might as well while it's still fresh, and thinks while he chews* are we questing now, then?

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*sitting some day under a perfectly blue sky with his legs spread out in the green grass before him, in his hands a little project, the spine and spar of a kite, covered with pages of old-fashioned script; he presses his lips together in concentration as he ties on the tail -- a length of bright ribbon the same color as the sky*

you are orchid
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Your dominant hues are red and blue. You're confident and like showing people new ideas. You play well with others and can be very influential if you want to be.

Your saturation level is lower than average - You don't stress out over things and don't understand people who do. Finishing projects may sometimes be a challenge, but ( Read more... )

i might be a bit lonely.

do you suppose i ought to get someone to turn me into something again? that's always interesting ... or at least, when i remember it, it is. even when i don't, i should think, or i might think, if i didn't not remember. that i remember.

anyway.