King Henry V

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Tom Hiddleston as Coriolanus.

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❝ We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. ❞

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                                    Henry V - Epilogue

                                                                                     William Shakespeare

[harryofengland]

Lemme touch that butt.

“That would be highly inappropriate.”

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                                                                 Henry V               

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Watch your tongue young Prince

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// I’m here now, but I’m going to reply tomorrow. It’s almost midnight here.

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Soline and Hal ( closed RP with harryofengland )

It’s been a lovely, sunny, cloudless and warm day, the wind was blowing lightly and it made the weather more perfect, Soline Arwen Lokidottir was on the field near the lake, she was laying on the grass with her eyes closed, enjoying the rays of light embracing and warming her. Her yellow and orange wings with white tint on it were flapping.

Her wee blue dragon Regina was eating a boar after she and Soline killed it and now she ate enough of boar, so she yawned, licked the blood away from her face, she got bored as she looked at the lake and grass since some time, it was way too calm and too quiet for her, so she huffed and nudged Soline ” Soline, let’s dance, play or do something… anything… I am bored… ” she exclaimed, whined and nearly pouted.

Soline growled and sighed ” Regina, give me please five more minutes, darling. ” she groaned and bit her bottom lip.

Regina pouted and narrowed her eyes then she shook her head ” No ! I want to play or dance now ! Please, Soline. ” she demanded, pleaded and sniffed.

Soline sighed and opened her eyes chocolate brown eyes ” Okay, Reg. Let’s dance. ” she agreed smirking and wiggling her eyebrows then she kissed Regina’s forehead and stood up, she ruffled her long curly black hair then she scooped Regina up into her arms while she started dancing.

Regina giggled, cheered and squealed then she clung to Soline and hummed as she relaxed and closed her eyes after she put her head on Soline’s shoulder.

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[harryofengland]

Well, apparently that sickness of mind that secretly ran through his family had caught up to him now. There was absolutely not other way to explain what Henry had been staring at for the past several minutes. His eyes could not possibly be perceiving him, nor could it be the position of the sun what created a false image in front of him, no, down by the lake there was a lady with wings and a dragon, both of them apparently dancing.

The king ran a hand over his eyes, then looked back down. They were still there. And they needed to be investigated further.

A few moments later Henry slipped through one of the secret passages that led away from the castle. It would bring him closer to the lake.

Hiding behind a bush he watched the two... creatures... in front of him. They were still dancing. So did that mean he was indeed crazy? Probably.

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                                         “We few. We happy few, we band of brothers -                                           For  he  today  that sheds his blood  with  me                                           Shall  be  my  brother;  be  he  ne’er  so vile                                           This     day    shall    gentle    his   condition.’’

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Tales of a Time Traveler

It had been one of those Monday mornings where everything just had to go wrong. The alarm clock didn’t set off, the workers just had to start fixing the road in her street and the fridge was empty. Andrea was less than amused when she woke up, almost an hour late for her morning classes at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. Jumping out of bed, the young woman rushed to her wardrobe, putting on the first clean clothes that came to her hands and rushing towards the bathroom while still dressing. Quickly doing her morning routine in the bathroom, she rushed to the living room, grabbing her bag, coat and flat keys before exiting the flat, locking it and rushing downstairs.

Unfortunately for her, she hit the morning’s rush hour. Andrea sighed, knowing that there was no way she would be able to get to the Academy either with her car or by using public transportation. It would take too long and she was already late. Deciding that her best shot would be going by foot, Andrea made her way down the street until she hit the main road which should take her straight to the Academy - if there weren’t road repairs there too. Clenching her jaw a bit and frowning, Andrea rushed across the street, taking a shortcut through Regent’s Park. She didn’t take that route too often, but at least she knew how to get to her final destination.

And at last, there it was - the Academy was just ahead of her. All she had to do is cross the road. Smiling with relief, knowing that she wouldn’t miss most of her classes as she thought, Andrea stepped on the crossing, making her way on the other side of the road… and she was gone. She didn’t know what happened. She was in London, in front of the Academy, and in the other, she found herself in the middle of no where, standing on a meadow surrounded by a forest. She blinked a few times, even pinched herself, certain that she was just dreaming. But she wasn’t. ‘’How is this possible?’’ she whispered to herself. ‘’And where the hell am I?’’

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The sound of the hooves on the hard English ground was magnificent. It was followed by the cheerful cries of the soldiers who had accompanied the king on his hunt. They had been very successful and some of them has celebrated with the bottles of the best English wine. Henry had ordered them to take it with them, but had not had any of it himself. The times of reckless drinking, whoring and tavern fights were long forgotten these days, replaced by talks of going to war with France, something that the still relatively young king had not yet decided upon. He had just regained the people’s love, after all, having re-interred  the former king Richard II, he had to be careful for wars were expensive and would requite him to raise taxes.

There had been a very long discussion over the subject of war earlier that morning and it had tired him in the end. The hunting had served well in reawakening his spirits and they had all sped up on their way home, were dashing through the sun-lit forest as if they were on the run from a pack of wolves. The horses didn’t seem to mind, though. They were chasing each other, each struggling to be the first one to get back to the stables, undoubtedly awaiting an excellent treat as soon as they would reach home. None of them stood a chance against his Majesty’s noble steed, though. The white stallion had no problem in staying well ahead of the field while his rider sat proudly in the saddle, holding the reins with one hand and balancing his bow and arrows on the shoulder of the other arm.

Something caught Henry’s eye then, something shimmering through the trees, something other than the late morning sun. He slowed down merely moments later, the magnificent beast beneath him sliding slightly as it came to a halt and turned around just as the king commanded it to. There was a meadow, to his right, and if he was not mistaken, there was a young maiden standing right in the middle of it. He’d never seen the woman before and she seemed to be wearing odd clothes. 

The horse slowly stepped through the brushes and over fallen trees as he made his way, ever clothes to the girl who, upon closer examination, seemed to be rather confused. Perhaps she had gotten lost? Well, no one knew those woods better than him.

So he cleared his throat.

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Tom’s 12 chest hairs talking from inside his jerkin.

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