This all takes place at a ball for Cole's birthday, at which Phoebe is a replacement middle-class servant. Cole sees Phoebe from across the room whilst speaking to friends.
"With cunning hast thou filch'd my heart... For I cannot tear mine sight apart from thoust beautiful, golden hair, or thy skin such as porcelain," Cole circles Phoebe, who wants to see where he is at every waking moment.
"Thou speaks the truth, I have not seen thee look upon mine sisters once," Phoebe smiles shyly.
"And why in heaven would I do that? When I have such a stunningly gorgeous maid standing right under mine nose," Cole lightly touches Phoebe's nose to which she giggles.
"Well, whilst I am younger than them, through out Athens, they are thought more fair than I," Cole stops circling her.
"What a wretched thing to speak of! Thoust sisters are off courting all but one night a moon pass, when thou art at home, modestly awaiting for thy'st perfect love. Why, I'd be willing to place my riches upon the line to say that you have more than two pursuers per week, and methinks that you turn all but the casual few down," says Cole.
"Thou art too kind. I have perhaps two followers every three moon passes. But, if thou is speaking so kindly for mine heart, you need not do so... For thou won my heart with thy first word spoken," Phoebe reaches up and cups Cole's chin in her hands.
"Phoebe! Thou art but a fool! Get to work!" Phoebe's superior shouts at her.
"I must go... Meet me by the lake tonight, after all but the owls sleep..." Phoebe is lead away, but Cole hangs onto her hand.
"There I shall wait for thee," Cole has to go talk to some more "friends".
Phoebe sits upon a rock and looks about for Cole.
"Who goes there?" Cole whispers into the darkness.
"It is thy maid, Phoebe," she whispers back. They try to find each other and end up meeting lips.
"My apologies, dearest Phoebe, mine foot did slip," says Cole.
"That's odd, whatever was on my lips just a moment ago didn't feel like a foot," Phoebe kids.
"Yes, well-"
"That's not to say it wasn't something I enjoyed..."
"Was it?" Cole is getting a bit interested.
"You could say so, I suppose," Phoebe leans in towards where Cole's voice seems to come from. Their lips meet once more.
I can't really figure out where to go from here... Help me out, PLEASE!
Thanks, PMCM
just a note, this is my first Shakespearean story so please... HAVE MERCY!!! J/K, I'll accept flames, I guess. In case you couldn't tell, this is a Charmed fic w/Shakespeare themes...
"With cunning hast thou filch'd my heart... For I cannot tear mine sight apart from thoust beautiful, golden hair, or thy skin such as porcelain," Cole circles Phoebe, who wants to see where he is at every waking moment.
"Thou speaks the truth, I have not seen thee look upon mine sisters once," Phoebe smiles shyly.
"And why in heaven would I do that? When I have such a stunningly gorgeous maid standing right under mine nose," Cole lightly touches Phoebe's nose to which she giggles.
"Well, whilst I am younger than them, through out Athens, they are thought more fair than I," Cole stops circling her.
"What a wretched thing to speak of! Thoust sisters are off courting all but one night a moon pass, when thou art at home, modestly awaiting for thy'st perfect love. Why, I'd be willing to place my riches upon the line to say that you have more than two pursuers per week, and methinks that you turn all but the casual few down," says Cole.
"Thou art too kind. I have perhaps two followers every three moon passes. But, if thou is speaking so kindly for mine heart, you need not do so... For thou won my heart with thy first word spoken," Phoebe reaches up and cups Cole's chin in her hands.
"Phoebe! Thou art but a fool! Get to work!" Phoebe's superior shouts at her.
"I must go... Meet me by the lake tonight, after all but the owls sleep..." Phoebe is lead away, but Cole hangs onto her hand.
"There I shall wait for thee," Cole has to go talk to some more "friends".
Phoebe sits upon a rock and looks about for Cole.
"Who goes there?" Cole whispers into the darkness.
"It is thy maid, Phoebe," she whispers back. They try to find each other and end up meeting lips.
"My apologies, dearest Phoebe, mine foot did slip," says Cole.
"That's odd, whatever was on my lips just a moment ago didn't feel like a foot," Phoebe kids.
"Yes, well-"
"That's not to say it wasn't something I enjoyed..."
"Was it?" Cole is getting a bit interested.
"You could say so, I suppose," Phoebe leans in towards where Cole's voice seems to come from. Their lips meet once more.
I can't really figure out where to go from here... Help me out, PLEASE!
Thanks, PMCM
just a note, this is my first Shakespearean story so please... HAVE MERCY!!! J/K, I'll accept flames, I guess. In case you couldn't tell, this is a Charmed fic w/Shakespeare themes...