| Presents. Late presents, but, for heaven's sake, presents. |
[Jan. 14., 2007|07:24 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  giving | ] |
Horatio is home from his trip into the wilds of Tennessee, and he has presents! They are all wrapt very beautifully in gold paper with creamy white ribbons (and yes, the money for buying and wrapping them came from Hamlet--the reason they're so late is because of the wrapping. Horatio likes wrapping and spent a long time doing it all himself).
There is a very large one for Osric and Valentine, as well as two smaller ones for Osric and for Valentine separately; a small box for Hero and Alice each, a much larger one for Rohana, a medium for Fortinbras and Laertes each; a big one for Daddy!Hamlet and a small one for Daddy!Fortinbras; two small for Rosencrantz and a medium for Guildenstern. Should the ladies from his canon still exist, they both have two small boxes. There is also a small for Polonius.
The present for Hamlet has already been given. :D
People familiar with Horatio may know that he has never given presents like this before. That is because before he could not tap Hamlet's funds, naturally. It may be noted that all the gifts are marked to come from Hamlet and Horatio, even though Horatio did everything but supply the money to buy them (and... that's a big part). |
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| The Homecoming. |
[Okt. 1., 2006|06:20 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  worried | ] |
*it's clear that however good a rest might have been for him, it's not gone over well in the long run. there are dark circles under his eyes that he wishes he could hide, and a strain of anxiety about him that's entirely too obvious. he's been worried--not a safe conversation, his last one with Hamlet. he's afraid for his Prince*
I am returned. |
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| [SickPost] |
[Sep. 17., 2006|12:54 am] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  sick | ] |
*Well, Horatio--Horatio has been out in the rain and cold for long periods of time; he has rather a pathetic immune system anyway, and at the moment he is lying in bed quietly (Hamlet has, presumably, already risen--and that's unusual in and of itself), looking at the ceiling, and trying to encourage himself out. everything is spinning, and he's very hot and sweating, but after much, much effort he gets out of bed and begins to dress, glassy-eyed, leaning against the wall or the bedside table or the bed for support* |
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| AU: Asta!Hamlet. |
[Sep. 4., 2006|09:51 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | complacent | ] |
Horatio is waiting for Hamlet.
It's been several hours since His Highness the Prince of Denmark went out hunting, but Horatio despises the sport (because he fails at it completely because he is pathetic, but he'd rather that weren't in the narration), and therefore has been quietly at home, reading in the sun on a small grassy bank. |
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| (if I cunningly change the date on this post, no one will notice it's late! genius!) |
[Aug. 1., 2006|11:45 pm] |
*when Hamlet wakes this morning, he made observe that he is alone; Horatio is downstairs preparing anise tea and, um, the requisite brownies (they're double chocolate but not quite so smothered as the last batch), with a bit of whipped cream and possibly also something that at least pretends to be breakfast-like, such as Quick and Easy Scones! (recipe-books are marvellous, and Horatio makes much use of them). he is also dressed in his best clothes, although one can't frequently tell the difference because everything he owns is brown--but the doublet is the one Hamlet gave him*
*there are two small wrapt packages in the parlour, lying on the table, and all the necessary preparations for a dinner rather more fancy than the usual, although it'll be fun to see whether Horatio can prepare it successfully*
*in other words, Horatio is exceedingly aware of what day it is, and exceedingly ready for it* |
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| a down, a down-a |
[Jul. 24., 2006|10:52 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | exhausted | ] |
*we have a Horatio who is sleeping; perchance not as well as sometimes, but far better than other times. his shoulders are very tense, and he's whispering nonsense, as sleeptalk is not generally coherent* |
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| Roses and this Plea |
[Jun. 27., 2006|09:15 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | enthralled | ] |
*has got three new histories of Scandinavia, as well as several nice old texts on Icelandic Kings, and a pot of tea as well as the kettle going (the tea is pineapple-cocoanut), and will now be barricaded in--well, in his bedroom, curled up in a chair with the tea things on a small table beside him. possibly the fact that he is not in the kitchen where he belongs is because he is in a slight chocolate-induced fuzz of happiness (for heaven's sake, it's chocolate!). if his Prince would like a happy thread, for once, this is the place to be. if anybody else wants to talk to him, he'll be back and sensible by to-morrow at ten* |
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| Shakespearean drama....! :D All on one computer. |
[Maj. 28., 2006|04:15 pm] |
*Horatio, Lord bless him (not too much, please) is baking brownies. Hamlet is away, probably emoing somewhere, so he's preparing a surprise to come home to; it always feels like a good idea at the time*
*so, brownies. double chocolate brownies with chocolate chips and a chocolate glaze for on top, sprinkled with cocoa powder. yes, it is possible to melt Horatio into a little puddle with chocolate; yes, he does indeed love it a bit too much. so*
*smell enticing brownies!* |
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| father'sday |
[Maj. 13., 2006|09:31 am] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | depressed | ] |
*is dressed in red, a nobleman's red; red slashed doublet with a gauze-like lace collar, red hose, and it's all very fine but it's all very old, and very worn, and a size or two too big for him; and he is sitting with his face hidden in his hands, very, very quiet, and very quietly sloshed out of his mind* |
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| Kitten and good-bye. |
[Apr. 23., 2006|11:13 am] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | peaceful | ] |
*Horatio is by the windowseat again, curled up with a book and Melimela on his lap, reading quietly; his eyes are a little less tired than sometimes, although he looks as though he might fall asleep quite easily. there is a small steaming cup of tea beside him* |
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| Heaven Help the Fool |
[Apr. 4., 2006|09:49 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  giddy | ] |
*Horatio might be trembling even a little--trembling, but not with fear or worry or things that have gone wrong; his eyes are clearer than they have been in months, and his face is less tired*
My Lord? My Lord, give me leave to speak to thee. |
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| [Exempt from the Genderswitch, plz--Teatime!] |
[Mar. 18., 2006|08:40 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  contemplative | ] |
*Horatio (himself!) is sitting quietly at his kitchen table, drinking what is probably, by which we mean of course it is clear liquor, what clear liquor?, water from a teacup, in order to cheer himself up a little about the tealessness*
*well, at least his insomnia's gone, though that may be of course because of the absence of the tea and caffeine therein--*
*at any rate. it's a very pale green teacup, incredibly thin china, and there are tiny pink roses scattered all over it like a dropped spoonful of sugar crystals, and on the bottom, in black paint, is a little elegant letter E*
*and he's by himself, but not because he doesn't want anyone; just because he happened to be by himself to-day* |
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| Typist: *is meen?* |
[Mar. 5., 2006|04:52 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  embarrassed | ] |
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| Shrove Tuesday, and the end of Epiphany -- Lent begins. |
[Feb. 28., 2006|03:39 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | determined | ] |
*where else would Horatio be but in the little chapel we've discussed before, carefully avoiding the spot where his dead body lay several months earlier, and praying earnestly before the icons of Mary and Jesus Christ?*
*afterwards, he will probably hide in his kitchen and drink several pots of tea, because Lent's the season of Give Something Up, and he's going to need a massive over-dose to prepare himself for forty tea-free days*
*oh, and expect ash crosses to-morrow-- Ash Wednesday!* |
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| Crackplot: Amnesia'd! XD |
[Feb. 21., 2006|10:56 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| |  confused | ] |
*is quietly making himself tea; it's afternoon, quite a week after Valentine's Day, and things are beautifully, blissfully all right again, as much as they ever are--he's content, much more than he has been in a long time, and it's nice, and there's sun in his window*
*so he's taking his cup of tea over to the table to read his new book, and it's all a horrible twist of fate that he accidentally trips (he's watching his cup, not what he's doing, trying to make sure he doesn't spill) and hits his head on the counter as he falls--all just an accident, but--*
*--but now he's lying on the floor, presently unconscious, and the teacup has broken. it's probably a metaphor. :D* |
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| o/ I'm no longer worthy of you /o |
[Feb. 2., 2006|12:56 am] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | depressed | ] |
*is spending to-day and possibly to-morrow locked in the kitchen with a nice enormous pot of tea and three histories of Finland, thankyouverymuch* |
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| (farewell, farewell, she's gone) |
[Jan. 27., 2006|11:30 pm] |
| [ | Nuværende humør |
| | mellow | ] |
*gentle, and Safe, and himself*
Ophelia, art thou here? Wouldst speak with me?
I would desire to speak with thee. |
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