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lavender is sure that living is worse (lavishly) wrote in pandorarpg,

If it was all possible she burrowed further into him. Exhausted and worn out, she was determined to not let go. It wasn't even the most comfortable position, but then again this really wasn't about physical comfort - that was just the easier medium to find what she needed. "Hamlet died," she said very plainly. "He said he defied augury, that the pieces would fall as they would and they all died." Hamlet didn't trust the warning signs, but instead believed in special providence, that things would work out as they were meant to.

Lavender could agree with him on the later sentiments, but not the first. "I'm Hamlet." Or maybe she was Ophelia, but that wasn't the point she was making here. "So that means you have to be Horatio." The only major character to survive until the end of the play. That was what she needed Michael to be.

"If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, absent thee from felicity a while, and in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain to tell my story." Even just barely holding it together she could still pull literary quotes from her head. On other days it was one of those surprising, but cute hidden talents, today it was just kind of morbid.