*Hamlet is on the ground, thrashing and clutching at his ears; once in a while, there may be a strangled scream or a few ground out words, but by and large, it's all whimpering and laboured breathing*

*as of his last comment, Detective Hamlet Denmark is in the kitchen, making pot roast for a newly-released-from-the-hospital Horatio*

*gives him a stunning grin* I think I'm glad that you haven't yet figured out that cops are bad news.

*the prince of Denmark is asleep; curled up on the windowseat, forehead against the frosted glass, he's asleep. it's a sort-of quiet, shivering sleep, with no audible nightmares (for once). he's wrapped in a think blanket, fur, half over his face.

the fire's died down by now-- if there ever was a fire, which there's no way to tell. the house is ( Read more... )

*Horatio, presumably, has made dinner-- dinner has come from somewhere, at least, and so Hamlet is sitting at the table with a plate and cup in front of him, and by all rights he should be eating (perhaps he was, and perhaps Horatio has turned away ( Read more... )

*is sitting quietly, looking down at the two sachets of herbs that he holds in his cupped hands*

'Tis luck, they say, most blessed luck on days when there is none.

*it is quiet, like any other morning (late morning, nearly noon)-- but it is not any other morning, and so that's bound to change. as the sun rises in the sky, eventually Hamlet, who has been scarce, reading or in prayer, will move, unnoticed by Horatio (in the kitchen or the library), to the harpsichord ( Read more... )

*It's raining-- it's pouring, in fact, and that is why Hamlet is outside once again, lying on his back in the grass. he's soaked through, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. his eyes are closed to the steady stream of water from the sky, but every once in a while, one might catch a smile on his lips*

*did we hear a request for an emo prince? no? well, nonetheless, here's one, and a Horatio who is returning home will find him out behind their house. he's left the doors open, so the trail is not difficult to follow ( Read more... )

They're teenagers in the court of Denmark, young men who are boys more than men-- boys who are perhaps thirteen and fourteen. We'll say that Hamlet, the crown prince, is fourteen, though he's still a child who teases courtiers, who runs through the fields and jumps into streams, who is curious about girls but a little afraid of them too ( Read more... )

*Hamlet has several swords and several daggers and probably a bow somewhere, but none of those are in sight now (perhaps the dagger sits, removed from his person, atop some surface in the bedroom, but it is nearly forgotten now)-- no, instead Hamlet, sitting off to one corner, holds a straight razor with an ivory handle; he's watching it intently ( Read more... )