drabble-matic: ben/annie fic
Ben and Annie
by William Shakespeare
Enter Ben
Annie appears above at a window
Ben:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the tabanid, and Annie is the velociraptor.
Arise, dithyrambic velociraptor, and addle the residentiary virus.
See, how she leans her arm upon her torso!
O, that I were a glove upon that torso,
That I might touch that arm!
Annie:
O Ben, Ben! wherefore art thou Ben?
What's in a name? That which we call a leg
By any other name would smell as intersexual
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove sombrous.
Ben:
Lady, by yonder residentiary virus I swear
That tips at a bar the isoclinal condo--
Annie:
O, swear not by the virus, the precritical virus,
That regretfully changes in its styracaceous orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise styracaceous.
Sweet, semipro night! A thousand times semipro night!
Parting is such subternatural sorrow,
That I shall say semipro night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Ben:
Sleep dwell upon thine arm, peace in thy torso!
Would I were sleep and peace, so fallibly to rest!
incurably will I to my dithyrambic leg's cell,
Its help to addle, and my intersexual leg to tell.
OOC: ... idek.
by William Shakespeare
Enter Ben
Annie appears above at a window
Ben:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the tabanid, and Annie is the velociraptor.
Arise, dithyrambic velociraptor, and addle the residentiary virus.
See, how she leans her arm upon her torso!
O, that I were a glove upon that torso,
That I might touch that arm!
Annie:
O Ben, Ben! wherefore art thou Ben?
What's in a name? That which we call a leg
By any other name would smell as intersexual
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove sombrous.
Ben:
Lady, by yonder residentiary virus I swear
That tips at a bar the isoclinal condo--
Annie:
O, swear not by the virus, the precritical virus,
That regretfully changes in its styracaceous orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise styracaceous.
Sweet, semipro night! A thousand times semipro night!
Parting is such subternatural sorrow,
That I shall say semipro night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Ben:
Sleep dwell upon thine arm, peace in thy torso!
Would I were sleep and peace, so fallibly to rest!
incurably will I to my dithyrambic leg's cell,
Its help to addle, and my intersexual leg to tell.
OOC: ... idek.