#not--being

[neitherborrowernorlender]

"Sir, you are too kind." An honest admission, a humble and rare one in itself. To be offered such personal, tailored, private conversation was unlikely, especially to a mere servant of he background. "But where would I go? Tell me, for already I am lost with just the idea."

“Where would you like to go? The cities of Denmark? The surrounding countries?”

Paris was as far as Laertes could get. Far enough he could exist as himself, but close enough that it felt like home.

“Could-could you flourish on your own?” A question asked with genuine concern.

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Murmurs of 'Oh, heavens no' slip through reluctant lips as he subtly shakes his head. "I could never..." he mutters, realizing that not only could he perform such an indecency on his lifelong companion, but he, Rosencrantz, would also be inadequate in finding an adequate place to be unfound, let alone survive his own loneliness. "Then again, no one besides him would notice my sudden leave...."

“I would.” Laertes spoke up. “At least I would notice the fact theres only one of you.  Your absence would certainly rouse speculation, suspicion, stir discussion.” He shrugged. “Very few people confuse you.  You’re not interchangeable.  At least not as far as I’m concerned.”

Laertes internally admitted that he used to confuse their names in his earlier days, but as he grew up, learned to distinguish the two.

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" Although, with consideration to our frail judgements, your Uncle does know how to strike a good deal... " [ stfu these hoes still aint loyal. oH AND HI ]

Hamlet isn’t sure whether to reward Rosencrantz and Guildensternfor their honesty, or berate them for their shameless betrayal. Nodoubt does it sting – the sudden severing of bonds between child-hood friends is as painful as the severing of limbs.

     “My uncle and Lucifer have that in common.” The tremble in his     voice is impossible to mask. “And I will see you both DAMNED     before I allow you back into my good graces.”

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"I want the K..." ❝ No, I do! ❞ { one or the other... or bOTH I MEAN WHO AM I TO STOP YOU YAKNOW FREE WILL }

kiss hamlet to receive eternal life or an untimely death !

ACCEPTING.

5. Firm kiss.

A grin more hungry than flattered lights up his face ; they really ought to stop feeding this side of him – this monstrous, starving side that thrives on the affection they give but he never earns. It’s hard to tellany more if he loves them or the attention they lavish upon him.

    “Stop squabbling so.”

He leans forward, turns Guildenstern’s head and places a hard yetlifeless kiss on his lips – the same effect could be achieved bykissing a slab of cold marble. Then Rosencrantz’s. It’s nothingspecial, really, or even remotely meaningful – but with luck, enough to stop their bickering for a moment or two of peace.

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Welcome Starter for not--being

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“You two!” This wasn’t meant to be a bark from the teenaged Laertes, but frequently he had a difficult time controlling his voice.  It leveled out promptly.  “Have you seen Hamlet anywhere?” This was followed by a sigh.  He had a difficult time finding the prince lately.

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"What happens to anything beautiful?" { *is pretty sure R&G would've asked/said these all at one point or another tbqh* }

“Deathless” sentence starters:

Accepting.

     “Age.”

In his palm he holds a partial chain of dandelions given to him by Ophelia months ago, found in the bottom of his pocket. It’s crispy, dried to a fragile husk. He gently cups Guildenstern’s hand ( or is it Rosencrantz? ) and lets the chain slide into it.

     “All beautiful things age, wither … ” Then, closing his hand, “And die.”

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" So... does this qualify as a 'royal' secret? " asked one, hoping to finally own something of noble stature. Both were lost in that idea, of being associated with "royalty", thus making little mind of what Hamlet was actually telling them. Whether the disinterest in one thing in exchange for greater interest in the other was notable was beyond them... [ I just miss writing with you sOR Y ]

     " – A. Ro … yal … “

Hamlet’s shoulders slump, crestfallen.

     "Was that all you heard? ‘Sblood, I've been talking at       you for ten minutes – surely you’ve taken more      from this than the fact it’s a secret and since it’s       coming from me it's royal.”

Rocks make better listeners, he swears to God. And ask less questions too. What would theconsequences be of replacing Rosencrantzand Guildenstern with a pair of cacti?