#canon...?

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Xiyao

Meng Yao: I have very high standards.

Lan Xichen: *is nice to him one (1) time*

Meng Yao: Oh no, he’s meeting all my standards.

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(just a misc. writing thing; happens during the Scots-vs.-Danes arc.)

After Hamlet gets captured (willingly) by the Scots and taken back to Scotland, he and Horatio stay in Macbeth's castle. Swords hang on the walls in the hall, each representing a victory won by the king. Hamlet reaches out to inspect the gems studding the hilt of one of the swords, and his powers act up.

He sees a young man in a dark green cloak, a silver locket around his neck. He sees a taller, broader man wielding the same sword his hand is on. The younger man fails to put up any sort of a fight, and the sword strikes him dead where he stands. A smaller man walks in and hands the sword-wielder a... knife? A cleaver, specifically. His curiosity outweighs his disgust, and he presses on as the large man kneels beside the fallen body.

Horatio walks in to see Hamlet, hand placed against a sword on the wall, his eyes distant and glazed over. Another vision. The prince's eyes grow wide in fear, and Horatio rushes to Hamlet's side as his breathing grows frantic.

"My lord," Horatio calls, trying to coax him from the object. Hamlet removes his hand from the sword, still shaken. The smell of blood clears from his brain, and his eyes adjust from spattered crimson and dusty brown flooring to the clean, dull grey of the castle's stone. A plaque above the sword holds a name that, while in an unfamiliar language, is familiar enough from what he had heard.

It reads "Maolsneachda, former Thane of Cawdor."

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Macbeth: So like... Is he really a good king if his power makes us do literally whatever he says--

Banquo, Macduff, all the other thanes: hhhhhh Shut Up you're gonna get in trouble

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what are the butcher boys up to this winter? is galloway there?

"Hm... Not much. Snowstorms get really heavy around here, so we've been helping ourselves to those who get caught up in them. We're always happy to provide a warm place to stay. Poor Macdonwald... He wakes up freezing, so I've gotten him a few wool blankets for his bed. Also, yes, he's here! He's been staying with us for the past few days. Of his own accord, of course." - Cawdor

"Hi!!! Okay, so I'm not here because of the snow. I just told Angus I was staying for business so he wouldn't worry. Is it weird that I'm here after only a month and a half of dating...? Well, in any case, I'm here because Cawdor asked me out about two months ago, and I came over to see him, and one thing led to another--you know how it is. So now I'm staying here for two whole weeks!!! And I get good, warm food and soft, oversized coats--what's not to love? I couldn't think of a better way to be spending my winter." - Galloway

"Winter's been... slow. Tedious. Painful. I get up cold in the mornings because I got moved to the guest room in order to make room for little Charlie over there, and Cawdor's no longer keeping the blankets warm. He's gotten me some warmer stuff, but nothing will really beat just... having him there. I know it's only a matter of time before we... deal with him and things go back to normal. I've picked up calligraphy. It's a bit hard to do with my hands being so cold, but hey. It keeps me distracted." - Macdonwald