Title- On The Twelfth Night
By- Kirstee
Book- Shakespeare's Twelfth Night (Also known as What You Will) All belongs to him.
Description- What I imagined what had happened after the end of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Orsino sees Viola as Viola and not Cesario. Written in modern English because I find it easier. It gets a little sappy at the end, so sorry for that.
Orsino sat in his chair. He was slightly above others because of his higher position as Duke. He watched over the festivities. Feste was walking among Orsino's many guests giving witty comments and tricking them into giving him more coins. He was always good at that.
Orsino laughed softly as he watched Feste play with Malivolio who was still sulking from earlier. He said he would get revenge but all he needed to do was wear those yellow stocking with the cross garter and that would be enough revenge. He was glad that Maria had got him good, though he would never admit it he wanted someone to put him in his place.
He scanned over the crowd to see if he could find Viola. He saw the back of what looked like Viola. He stood up slightly and craned his neck to see if it was her.
But alas no, it was Sebastian, Viola's twin brother. It still amazed him how much they looked alike. But now that he looked at both him he could see subtle differences. When Viola smiled the left side of her mouth rose a little higher then her right so it gave the appearance of being slightly crooked but all the more cute.
The violins started playing, the song was melancholy and Orsino remembered it from his days as a boy. It told of love and loss and finding love again. He loved how some songs could tell a story with only their notes.
Sebastian bowed before Olivia and extended his hand to her, inviting her to dance. She blushed slightly and took it. They swept around the room a flurry of green and dark crimson. Olivia's dark hair was curled in an array of ringlets and a small golden band rested atop her head. She was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. But looking at her didn't arise anything in Orsino. They were now part of the same family but not in the way that he had imagined. For now he knew that Olivia didn't compare to his Viola.
There was rise in the music and he heard a few hushed murmurs and saw people look towards the huge double doors that led to the ballroom they were in now.
She was a vision in violet. Her hair was still in the fashion of the young servant boys but it looked beautiful, the color of chestnuts. A small band, similar to Olivia's, but smaller sat atop her head. Her gown was violet except for the bodice that was a deep gold.
Orsino hadn't even realized that he was moving until he stood right in front of her.
"Viola" he breathed out.
She smiled at him, her face pure innocence.
"No more Cesario then?" she said, her smile widening.
All he could manage to do was give a slight nod.
"Will you miss him?" she said teasingly.
"No" he said, and saw a tiny hint of hurt on Viola's face. He pulled her into his embrace and whispered in her ear.
"Because I have you"
By- Kirstee
Book- Shakespeare's Twelfth Night (Also known as What You Will) All belongs to him.
Description- What I imagined what had happened after the end of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. Orsino sees Viola as Viola and not Cesario. Written in modern English because I find it easier. It gets a little sappy at the end, so sorry for that.
Orsino sat in his chair. He was slightly above others because of his higher position as Duke. He watched over the festivities. Feste was walking among Orsino's many guests giving witty comments and tricking them into giving him more coins. He was always good at that.
Orsino laughed softly as he watched Feste play with Malivolio who was still sulking from earlier. He said he would get revenge but all he needed to do was wear those yellow stocking with the cross garter and that would be enough revenge. He was glad that Maria had got him good, though he would never admit it he wanted someone to put him in his place.
He scanned over the crowd to see if he could find Viola. He saw the back of what looked like Viola. He stood up slightly and craned his neck to see if it was her.
But alas no, it was Sebastian, Viola's twin brother. It still amazed him how much they looked alike. But now that he looked at both him he could see subtle differences. When Viola smiled the left side of her mouth rose a little higher then her right so it gave the appearance of being slightly crooked but all the more cute.
The violins started playing, the song was melancholy and Orsino remembered it from his days as a boy. It told of love and loss and finding love again. He loved how some songs could tell a story with only their notes.
Sebastian bowed before Olivia and extended his hand to her, inviting her to dance. She blushed slightly and took it. They swept around the room a flurry of green and dark crimson. Olivia's dark hair was curled in an array of ringlets and a small golden band rested atop her head. She was beautiful. There was no doubt about that. But looking at her didn't arise anything in Orsino. They were now part of the same family but not in the way that he had imagined. For now he knew that Olivia didn't compare to his Viola.
There was rise in the music and he heard a few hushed murmurs and saw people look towards the huge double doors that led to the ballroom they were in now.
She was a vision in violet. Her hair was still in the fashion of the young servant boys but it looked beautiful, the color of chestnuts. A small band, similar to Olivia's, but smaller sat atop her head. Her gown was violet except for the bodice that was a deep gold.
Orsino hadn't even realized that he was moving until he stood right in front of her.
"Viola" he breathed out.
She smiled at him, her face pure innocence.
"No more Cesario then?" she said, her smile widening.
All he could manage to do was give a slight nod.
"Will you miss him?" she said teasingly.
"No" he said, and saw a tiny hint of hurt on Viola's face. He pulled her into his embrace and whispered in her ear.
"Because I have you"