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[whethervane]

...I miss the stage. I miss acting, I miss being someone else. I've been me too long, and I'm not very interesting, truly; oh, the heroines of Shakespeare and Marlowe and Rostand are so much more romantic and -- even when their lives end tragically, they end in an ending.

Real things aren't so poetic.

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[pretty_sweeting]

*wanders in, probably looking for Viola* In my life, I have found that those who pretend to be other than they are wish to return to themselves. Is your experience so different, then?

[whethervane]

*jumps a little, startled by the unfamiliar voice* Oh- ...hello, miss... My experience? Why, I have had no other experience but this, of being an actress. Nearly my entire life has been on the stage, and even before that, I would playact with my mamma's clothes and the bits of costume lying about; I have only once felt that my own life was something better to return than the lives I lived onstage, and that's -- quite finished with, now.

...*blushes* Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- what is your name, miss?

[pretty_sweeting]

O, what a sad life you must lead, if such is the case! You have my pity.

Pray pardon me, madam. I am Olivia, a countess of Illyria. *nods graciously*

[whethervane]

*earnestly* Oh, no, no! Not at all. It was beautiful, the chance to live as someone else every night, every show, and to live such romance with someone else's words...

Olivia? ...countess of - why... *beams* Why, you're out of Twelfth Night! Oh, I did that play many times - it was one of my favourites to be in, I always rather preferred the comedies, of course, though death scenes are lovely to play at - just to play at, though, not to - well, but oh, how many times I donned Viola's costume, I cannot even think...!