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anti-OTP: Karla/Viola
Viola sits out on the porch -- on the steps rather than a chair, despite her skirts -- mending a boy's shirt, which has grown worn because its owner is reluctant to replace it and reluctant to give it up. A pair of breeches, a patch pinned in place at the knee, lies waiting for the same treatment ( Read more... ) -
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*this is a Viola, quite covered in cat hair, not to mention actual cat, for the kitten has firmly planted himself in her lap and will not go away, though this is not a source of much chagrin* -
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*is not sure whether to be offended or not* *however, is certainly not pleased at the prospect of being played by Amanda Bynes*
. . . *the typist should probably not have shown her the trailer* -
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O, my lord, my husband, my love, I would speak with thee--! *smiles!* *and isn't about to ask anything of him at all, really!* -
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*is human again!* *and a bit confused, as she doesn't remember anything at all about the time she spent being otterish* -
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*is in a sulk, and feeling silly for it, and feeling silly does not sit well with Viola who is used to being the smart one and remedying her brother's silliness* *nevertheless, this is what being jealous when you have no right to be jealous will do to you*
The fool.
... he is a worthy fool, as such may be.
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'Tis done-- 'tis confessed! My heart is much the lighter for it. Contrition is not so grave a weight as one may think it. Though-- *small smile*-- I am sure now, 'twas not the love was wrong, only the betrayal of the other love for it. -
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*is dressed in boys' clothes again, perhaps because Cesario was always loyal, or perhaps because Viola is too afraid* *paces, eyes bright with a feverish excitement, because at the very least her decision is made*
My love? My husband, that is. A word?
