Now Cracks a Noble Heart

by Acsid

Arghh, I can't write romance. It was from a writing exercise and I'm only posting it because I think there aren't enough Horatio/Hamlet fics. Oh, yeah, it's mild slash.

I thought I was him. For that moment, extended forever I knew no "Horatio". I was someone else. And I was dieing. Poisen seeping through my blood with most vile quickness. No time to say I love you. No time to explain I care. I forgot for that moment who Horatio was, there was only him. As in a dream I picked up the poisened cup and told that beloved prince, "I am more an antique roman than a Dane." When he got my meaning those ice blue eyes went wide with horror. He managed, I know not how, to wrestle the cup from me with his failing strength. "Absent  thee from felicity awhile and draw your breath in pain to tell my story." And then I knew. I saw there in those beloved blue eyes that he loved me too. I cried, unashamed as he bid me farewell. "The rest is silence." And I obey, ever the faithful servent of my lord, and breath this dull air still waiting to see my lord again.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 5/14/2003 11:46:54 AM)