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Title: For What Price Men May Follow
Fandom/Pairing: Hamlet, Hamlet/Horatio
Rating: PG
Prompt: the greater good
His favorite books were filled with hints to it: heroes rescuing the damsels from nightmares (as well as theirs); daughters leaving home to send fortunes, and sons leaving home to seek fortunes; sword fights, and fights with words; villains lost, always.
Those were his favorites. Endings where good triumphed over evil, and his lord and prince would find alternating grinning or crying like a fool, and the confusion was written everywhere: etched across his face, and and viewable in each turn of bone, and muscle. A kiss to wipe the tears away, and a kiss to swallow the laughter.
He never minded either, not in the least.
He waited, and he read his books, and he listened as needed, and spoke as wanted. He offered comfort, and laughter. He kissed away worry, and swallowed the fear. He moved hands deftly, calming twitches of muscles under the slow traces of his touch. He waited.
He waited while his lord and prince rescued the fair damsel (and drove her mad in the process), while he won over the villain (in cold blood), and as wits slowly escaped him, and he spoke more in circles than in lines.
For a greater good, he knew, his prince asleep in his arms, breathing even finally, but he didn't care for the good's cost.
Not for this.
Fandom/Pairing: Hamlet, Hamlet/Horatio
Rating: PG
Prompt: the greater good
His favorite books were filled with hints to it: heroes rescuing the damsels from nightmares (as well as theirs); daughters leaving home to send fortunes, and sons leaving home to seek fortunes; sword fights, and fights with words; villains lost, always.
Those were his favorites. Endings where good triumphed over evil, and his lord and prince would find alternating grinning or crying like a fool, and the confusion was written everywhere: etched across his face, and and viewable in each turn of bone, and muscle. A kiss to wipe the tears away, and a kiss to swallow the laughter.
He never minded either, not in the least.
He waited, and he read his books, and he listened as needed, and spoke as wanted. He offered comfort, and laughter. He kissed away worry, and swallowed the fear. He moved hands deftly, calming twitches of muscles under the slow traces of his touch. He waited.
He waited while his lord and prince rescued the fair damsel (and drove her mad in the process), while he won over the villain (in cold blood), and as wits slowly escaped him, and he spoke more in circles than in lines.
For a greater good, he knew, his prince asleep in his arms, breathing even finally, but he didn't care for the good's cost.
Not for this.