Title: Cassio's memories
Writer: lucre_noin
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Cassio's memories
Cassio has been drinking. I can feel his breath. I can see it in the way he drops on the bed, turning over on himself and ending next to me, too close, too drunk. I would like to move, but I can see his chest rising and falling rhythmically, slowly, slowly. If I concentrate hard enough I can feel his heart beating- I can feel mine. Are they beating with the same rhythm? Are they two similar hearts?
No, I think not. His heart is pure, it beats strong and it beats for Othello. My heart fails.
I take his hand, softly to not wake him. My mother said that it was easy to hear the beating of the heart on the back of one's hand, you have just to place your lips on it.
And Cassio moves, he takes my hand as if he had read my mind.
"Cassio? Are thou sleeping?"
He sleeps and sleeping grips my hand. He is too strong. It hurts.
I would like to leave and take refuge in the corner of the room, I would like to hate this young lieutenant who stole my place in the world. And I hate him. No doubt.
He kisses me, he kisses my hand and he is dreaming for sure. I should have escaped while I could. Now he is all around me.
"Cassio, wake up-"
I just feel alcohol when he kisses my mouth and he is not delicate like Emilia, or angry like Emilia. He is just a drunken Cassio. I should have run away, fled, I should-
His eyes are half open, but he is not looking at me.
"Cassio, I'm Iago."
I repeat again and again his name because I know what I want. I want him to stop, I want him to see me, look at me. He does not obey my wishes and his leg is over my thigh and his hand in my hand and his face above mine.
"Bianca," he whispers and I hate him because I am not Bianca. Because he didn't say my name. Because he didn't say Othello's name.