Sweet My Emilia ( Read more... )

Title: Violets
Author: demandmenothing
Fandom: Othello
Characters: Iago / OCs
Prompt: 042. Flowers.
Word Count: 1,425
Rating: G
Summary: Iago from his early days: manipulative, Machiavellian, good with kids :D
Warnings: Um... heavy use of archaic English?
Disclaimer: Iago is kinda-sorta-obviously a creation of the Bard.

( There's fennel for you, and columbines: there's rue for you: and here's some for me: we may call it herb grace o' Sundays: O you must wear your rue with difference... )

This suspicion was carried upon the seed of the apple which was forbade of him to eat, and proved his fall. There it was buried within his mind. This vile weed found fertile loam within his breast, and was nourished by the black thoughts that plague all men, and sunned by the smiles and sweetness of his lady wife, whose love he could take no ( Read more... )

Indeed, where now there stands most ardent abhorrence for anything pertaining to his personage, once the love I so oft profess I bear him was indeed true as steel. But I have said that all love is destined to turn from fair to foul. Not merely between a man and his wife. Rather, too, can the love between two friends be thus rent, or the love ( Read more... )

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Iago was not a sailor. He was a soldier to his core, and preferred squadrons to the sea and garrisons to galleys. Nevertheless, there was something comforting about ships he rather liked. It was the immenseness one was always surrounded by: huge, behemoths of ships that were meant to be at the command of humble mortals; said ( Read more... )

A knife in the darkness, it is true, is cowardly. To stab a man at night, while he sleeps, is cowardly. But that is not what I am. That is not what I have done.

Any man, be he coward or no, can kill another. What bravery is there on the battlefield? Verses are written of courageous deeds done there, in the heat of war, but there is little truth ( Read more... )

He's good for little but sport. >>>

Most Honorable Signore, First Among Generals, Your Noble Moorship,

For all that you will never see this, I need not fear risking your ire as I pour out my hate. When I told the good fool Roderigo (whether more or less the fool than yourself I could not say; with two such a mighty contenders, no doubt it would be a contest for the ages) that I was ( Read more... )

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( Hanging and wiving goes by destiny. )