She is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.
has anyone done a hamlet where hamlet wrests the cup from horatio and finishes off the last of the poisoned drink, and then horatio proceeds to lunge after him and try to kiss the poison from his mouth
oh god I was almost crying and then I thought
what if hamlet then stops horatio from kissing him because he’s scared that there would be a chance horatio could poison himself that way
so he like pushes horatio away and horatio just looks really hurt and hamlet feels awful about it but he won’t let horatio die
now I am crying
HAMLET JUST SHOVES HIS HAND OVER HIS MOUTH
HORATIO SOBS AND, DISTRAUGHT, KISSES HAMLET’S PALM BETWEEN THEM
and this time he isn’t chasing the poison at all, this time it’s all about final shows of affection because in 20 lines hamlet’s going to be dEAd
I HATE YOU
For the handful of you who haven’t seen this fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/486346
What is six winters? They are quickly gone.
To men in joy; but grief makes one hour ten.