The last goodbye….
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The last goodbye….
Going to Macdonwald’s to get some Macnuggets, anyone want anything ??
(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."
art request!! Cawdor & Macdon during soft boy hours
Yes
Duncan, gesturing to Macbeth, Banquo, and Macduff: These spark joy.
Duncan, gesturing to Macdonwald and Cawdor: These do not spark joy.
Cawdor: So. I met with Lennox earlier to talk, and... let's just say they didn't agree with me
Macdonwald: Cawdor.
Cawdor: Yes?
Macdonwald: what did you do to lennox?
Cawdor: I--
Macdonwald: Where Is Lennox
Angus: Hey, I--(locks eyes with Cawdor)
Cawdor, charging at him with a knife: (battle cry)
Angus, panickedly looking to Macdonwald: (screams) GET YO FUCKIN MAN BITCH
Macdonwald, sitting back and watching: he don't bite
Angus: YES HE DO--(fights Cawdor)