Set of 4 drabbles for ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
open_on_sunday's challenge #82 - Shakespeare
Oct. 19th, 2004 01:30 amdarkhavensAuthor: darkhavens
Title: Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG-13 (erring on the side of caution)
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
A set of four drabbles, quotes acting as titles of sorts. (I'm not a Shakespeare fan, so I garnered inspiration from the quotes themselves, not the work from whence they came.)
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And since you know you cannot see yourself,
so well as by reflection, I, your glass,
will modestly discover to yourself,
that of yourself which you yet know not of.
Julius Caesar, Act 1 Scene 2
Xander leaned across and planted a swift kiss on a mouth open in shock, pulling back before he got lost in the feel of satin soft skin against his lips.
"You have no idea what I see when I look at you. You think I see a cold, harsh, punk who doesn't give a damn? No. I see the beauty in you, the caring in you. I see the loneliness, the love, the need to have someone to call your own, someone who'll call you theirs in turn. I want to be that someone, Spike. Let me be that someone..."
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I have immortal longings in me.
"Antony and Cleopatra", Act 5 scene 2
It was a conversation Xander could only imagine having in the dark, curled beneath the bedclothes with his lover in his arms. He'd thought long and hard about what to say if Spike came out and asked. He never thought he'd be the one to voice forbidden words.
"It's been on my mind since Jesse died. Since Angel proved a vampire could be more than death and fangs, I've wondered... And then there was you and your love for Dru. And now there's us, and the choice is easy. Make me yours, Spike. Let me love you forever. Turn me."
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The sands are number'd that make up my life.
Henry VI, Part 3, Act 1, Scene 4
...so I decided to write you instead. I'm sending everything to you, G-Man, (and I'm not apologising for that, either) because I know you'll be there for my girls to cry on when they learn why I won't be around any more. Spike didn't talk me into anything, I swear. I asked him, and the truth is, he turned me down at first. He said I didn't know what I was getting myself into, but I learned a lot from those books you never believed I actually read. He understands now.
So...
This is the last will and testament of..."
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To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
One hundred years and never a night apart. Two halves made whole, two hearts unbeating, one soul shared between them both. They lived well in the darkness, kept each other safe from harm. They watched as all they'd known slowly turned to dust and faded memories, but never once regretted what they'd done, though tears were spilt. They honoured long gone friends and watched their progeny grow up, so sure the bedtime stories were all make-believe and jest. They made their presence felt wherever demons roamed the earth. They revelled in the violence and the blood.
Their love was true.
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on 2004-10-19 01:39 am (UTC)so very romantic without being sappy :)
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on 2004-10-19 01:43 am (UTC)Thank you! :o)
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on 2004-10-19 01:54 am (UTC)Love the icon. Does he goose Mulder with that hand?
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on 2004-10-19 02:08 am (UTC)::wears the crown with pride:: Hee!
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on 2004-10-19 05:48 am (UTC)I don't cry. Especially not for fic. Okay... maybe once in awhile for exceptional things
Do you know how well that reads aloud?
I always have to read Shakespeare aloud, and the drabbles called for it too. It's gorgeous. And so well pieced.
Lovely.
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on 2004-10-19 09:39 am (UTC)What's going on? Everyone is suddenly writing all this emotional stuff! I don't think my heart can take much more. ~Snifles~ I feel all tearful.
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on 2004-10-19 11:34 am (UTC)They honoured long gone friends and watched their progeny grow up, so sure the bedtime stories were all make-believe and jest. They made their presence felt wherever demons roamed the earth. They revelled in the violence and the blood.
Their love was true.
Damn right it was! This rocks!
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on 2004-10-19 07:45 pm (UTC)Ah, well, that might have been the drabbles I deleted because I wasn't happy with them. I had a pounding headache, which didn't do much for my lack of appreciation for Shakespeare, and I just couldn't concentrate enough to bring them up to spec, so . ;o)
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on 2004-10-19 07:50 pm (UTC)I was a bit worried about that last quote, because it seems to end on a low note, but the drabble doesn't. I'm glad they worked!
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on 2004-10-19 07:53 pm (UTC)I have a habit of reading my stuff aloud to see if it flows properly. I'm overjoyed that it worked so well for you!
*smooch*